A Ploy of Scales and Feathers by Cheetahs

A Ploy of Scales and Feathers

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Description: Christina, a virgin anthro dragoness, enters her heat while embarked on a perilous mission to save a captive dragon from the vile clutch of bandits. Her gryphon companion, Vyr, is there to support her with everything she needs, and, during a moment of weakness, their earnest feelings are made known to one another as they solidify their bond through the taboo rite of mating one's feral companion. With their secret relationship in place, the fresh pair has to endure the presence of the dragon they recently saved, an eager male gravely affected by the heat of a fertile female. Enticed by the promise of a clutch, Christina takes him as a lover, thus granting him a place in her life. Can Christina's gryphon mate come to terms with this? Read and find out!

A Ploy of Scales and Feathers

***CHAPTER 1***

Christina had her back pressed against an oak, moaning as she used two fingers to part her heat-stricken pussy. She was about to sneak in a talon inside her pink, shivering depths when the hoot of an owl forced her to look up and draw back her slick paw from her pants.

She hissed at the bird, then watched it fly off into the distance, along the muddy pathway bearing her talon marks. Vyr, her gryphon companion, waited for her somewhere behind the hill sprawling in front of her. Maybe even began questioning her prolonged disappearance--or worse, fly after her himself.

Christina's lips curled into a snarl at that. She didn't lie to him. After all, she was relieving herself, just not in the ways Vyr expected. Or did he? What if he already had his suspicions concerning her puzzling behavior? What if her stronger, sweeter scent wafting from her wet crevice betrayed her?

The dragoness took a deep breath to calm her frayed nerves and dug her snout inside the paw drenched with her juices. The spicy allure enflamed her lust, made her wings flutter with eagerness and her thighs part. She coiled her tail around her hips, using the light grey tapered blade of her tail to push her pants further down. She rocked her hips slightly once her bottom touched the cool ground, releasing a soft moan. Even the night's breeze failed to chill her drenched lips. Christina seethed down there, and nothing but physical contact would make the bothersome tingles go away.

She started off by fondling one of her leathery ears before moving down her neck. Her dark magenta hide gave way to the soft pink of her belly and the two mounds that cornered her paw from every side. She cupped one breast, moaning as she squeezed her taut, pink nipple. That only made her slender thighs shudder with renewed lust and her wings spread to reveal the light pink of their membrane.

Christina's paw slid further down her belly until her fingers met her wet crevice. She rubbed her swollen magenta lips at first, growling at the tantalizing rush flowing through her frame. Her tail curled around her left foot to squeeze at her toes whenever she stroked herself. A moan burst from the depths of her throat as her body stiffened, and a wave of arousal followed.

Christina's gaze grew bleary and her wings limp when she snuck a finger inside her crevice, her claw curled inwards to keep the pointy tip at bay. Hot arousal bathed her from every side, and her needy muscles groped at the intruding appendage. Elation surged through her, raw and overpowering. The order and the amount of fingers she snuck in her dainty furrow lost its meaning. She wanted to be filled, pounded, harder and faster.

Her paw clenched into a whisk, one that she thrust inside herself up to her wrist. Her jaws clenched to trap her murmuring whimper within, and tears stained her golden eyes from the sheer bliss.

Then, she spread her fingers, allowing her claws to brush against her silken insides with undulating movements that carried her over the edge. The talons of her feet drew deep furrows into the ground when the dragoness spread her wings and roared her orgasmic cry towards the sky before squeezing her jaws shut. Her climax still rippled through her, urging her insides to clamp down on her paw while a trickle of arousal wet the ground below her vulva.

Christina took a deep breath once her ephemeral bliss subsided, then released it in a hushed gasp. Her grip around her paw loosened enough to let it slip out of her crevice with a salacious squelch. If only there was a male to lick her clean...

She fantasized about that while lapping the slimy juices coating her paw. A feral dragon, a quadruped that lived far away from the taint of civilization, to shove his snout tight against her shuddering lips and snake his tongue inside her. The mere thought of it made her head spin with want and her pussy to push out a delayed, orgasmic spurt.

"Vyr," Christina whispered through her numb lips. "He is a male." A gryphon male, to be precise, with a broad, sharp beak and a too small tongue to fulfill her needs. His member, however...

Christina shook her head at that and wobbled onto her shaky feet. No. That was her heat pushing thoughts into her head. She had traveled with Vyr for the better part of two years. They hunted, cuddled, even discussed about mating. Yet to go as far as doing it with a gryphon?

She pushed her tanned leather pants up, fastened her cinch and slipped the scabbards of her dual swords at her hips. Then, she chanced a look at the oak one more time. Apart from a patch of darker ground where her arousal slipped into the dirt, there was nothing.

Christina's ragged breath steadied as she rounded the hill, yet her tail tip still twitched with apprehension. Did Vyr sneak upon her? If so, what would he make of her lie?

A boulder lifted off her heart when the bundle of burgundy feathers and tawny feline hindquarters appeared on the corner of her vision. Vyr's gray beak dabbed at the ground--no, at the chestnut spheres spread in front of him. He tried to crack the nuts, yet all he managed was making them roll away from him.

Vyr's ears perked at the swish of her footsteps, and his head turned to regard her with striking, leaf green eyes.

"You took so long I decided to get myself a treat," came his rich, soothing voice. "You're lucky they're so infuriating, else I would have gone after you."

Christina's eyes narrowed. "To watch me while I relieve myself?" Her heart pounded, but she kept her demeanor cool in front of Vyr.

Vyr poked at another chestnut. "I'd watch the stars, the owls, and only take a peak after the first hour you spent away."

Christina stiffened. "I didn't spend that long!" Did she? Her arms curled around her torso, her fingers kneading at her arms.

"You did, and I don't even dare ask why."

"To relieve myself. I told you, you knew it, end of discussion."

The gryphon's ears flattened. He swatted the nuts away with a forepaw and sprawled on his side, a wing aloft for Christina to cuddle under.

"Relieving yourself makes you grouchy," Vyr said, his head sneaking through the lush curtain of plumes.

"That would be your persistence."

"And you're deflecting my observation." Vyr cocked his head. "You're in heat, aren't you? That's why you..."

His words drowned in the storm of thoughts that flooded Christina's mind. What?!

She grabbed Vyr's head and pulled him into her lap without a second thought. The gryphon protested with a sharp squeak at first before his muscles relaxed and his eyes half closed under Christina's gentle strokes along his chin. "Let's sleep. It's been a long, exhausting day."

"You...pleasured yourself?" Vyr inquired. "That explains why you took so long, why you are so--"

"And if I did?" Christina growled.

It hadn't been hours like he claimed. No way!

Or had it? Christina's cheeks turned beet red, and her head swam with a myriad of lies, excuses, quips, but none seemed fitting. Not after she half admitted the truth of her doing.

Vyr lifted his head to nuzzle her chin. "Then you could have pleasured yourself under my wing, where you are warm and cozy. Not out there, in the biting cold."

"I'm not cold, and that's not proper," Christina blurted out.

Vyr fixated an eye on her and released a whimpering squeak. "For humans, it isn't, but we're beyond that. We bathed together, cuddle every night. I've seen you, and you've seen me. We even touched each other down there to stifle our curiosity last year, and now you are pushing my beak straight into your lap, where your fertile fragrance overpowers my senses. I thought you're past that ridiculous thing called shame."

Christina pinched one of Vyr's ears, hard enough to make him yelp. "Old habits die hard."

"That's another human saying," Vyr intervened. "It has that nonsensical touch to it."

"I can't help it, Vyr," Christina half whimpered, half growled. "Humans found me. Humans raised me. Humans taught me everything I know. Including love."

Vyr merely brushed his cheek against her hand, cooing softly. "If only you relied on your instincts as much as you rely on human teachings."

"Then what?" Christina shot.

"You'd lie less."

"I didn't lie."

"You didn't tell the truth either," Vyr said.

"Yes I did. Would you like the details on how I fingered myself, too?"

Christina suddenly sweltered inside her leathers. Her cotton shirt smothered her, and the linen band she used to wrap her breasts in seemed too tight. "Featherheads always twist words to fit their liking."

"No, that's what humans do. They lie," Vyr protested with a squeak as he dug his beak into Christina's chest. His brow brushed against her breasts, making her shudder. "Are you a liar?"

Christina shook her head vehemently. "Absolutely not."

"Still, you explained your doings through an ambiguous question rather than telling me straight what you just did."

Vyr raised his head at that, his gaze bearing into hers. "You claim you're honest and not ashamed of your heat? Prove it by slipping out of these ridiculous garments, then. A dragon only needs her hide to keep herself warm, and I am already doing that for you."

Christina shrugged her petite shoulders. "Dragons happen to like heat, in case you didn't know."

"Not when you're in heat," Vyr said. "Your pants are so ridiculously soaked they must feel worse than wet feathers."

She flustered at such ridiculous affirmation. "What do you know of heat and how it affects the body, Vyr? You're not a female, and you never mated one."

The gryphon's ears perked. "Did you ever mate?"

Christina didn't respond. She just dropped onto her fours, crawled through Vyr's feathery sanctuary and stepped in front of him. Then, she began working on the buttons of her tanned leather tunic with curt jerks. Once done, she slipped out of it, undid the neck laces of her mud streaked cotton shirt, and threw it on the ground as well. The linen band soon followed, same for her pants.

Once everything rested into a pile at her feet, Christina stepped up to Vyr's head until the gryphon fidgeted from her proximity.

"I didn't mate, Vyr, and that's no lie of mine."

"I know."

"What else do you know?"

Vyr's gaze settled on her vulva. His nostrils flared, and his beak shuddered. "That your body bears the most pleasant of shapes, that you're completely shameless and in heat."

"Glad we sorted this out." She cradled by the gryphon's haunch and pulled his wing tighter against her naked form.

"I knew you're in heat for a while," he said as he curled his neck to face her. His beak stopped inches from her lap, his gaze running back and forth between her eyes and her damp draconic pussy.

"And did nothing about it?" She chuckled, and Vyr let out a soft squeak to join in.

"Do what?"

"Tell me that you know, so it wouldn't have to be weird." Her snout inched closer to his beak, until her nostrils pressed against its smooth surface. "How could you tell?"

"Your fragrance became sharper, more potent," Vyr responded, his tone hushed all of a sudden. "It's different than a gryphon's, yet it has the same effect on me."

Christina smirked and pushed his haunch aside with a paw to reveal his nestled erection. The gryphon's cock throbbed with want, and his light yellow shaft strained to contain his bulged knot.

Vyr squeaked. His haunch sealed tight against his body, and his tail came in around it for good measure. "Don't peak," he squeaked.

"Why? Afraid your instincts will overwhelm you to the point where we mate?" The reckless taunt fled Christina's shuddering lips. She draped a paw over her snout in panic a moment after and turned her head away from Vyr for ten thundering heartbeats. Once they passed, she chanced a glance at the gryphon's beak resting besides her thigh, his nostrils flared, his eyelids twitching with the strain to keep them closed.

"Let's rest," he said. "We have bandits to kill come morrow."

Christina tried to pull his head onto her lap, but Vyr didn't budge. She sneaked closer to his flank, then curled into a ball and spread a wing over her chest to cover her exposed parts.

The silence gnawed at her conviction; it eroded her sudden burst of courage until she found herself shivering in spite of the warm tingles racing along her limbs.

She had almost mated Vyr! Her only companion, and a feral gryphon at that, who had never touched a female of his kind. Her mind felt repulsed by the thought, yet her thighs moistened when a wave of heat traversed along her spine.

"You have to mate. You want to mate, to have his cock sunk inside you up to his thick knot," her mating instinct echoed in the lonely depths of her mind.

Christina pondered upon it, upon her own words and Vyr's. What was shame to a dragon? An obstacle, a mere nuisance that stood in the way of her fulfillment. She trusted Vyr with her life. Why not allow him to relieve himself inside her, while his knot relieved her of this damned heat?

Christina took a deep breath before slithering a paw down her belly. She moaned when she snuck a finger inside her shivering crevice, loud enough to make Vyr crack an eye open, whimper, and shut it again.

She took out her finger and gritted her teeth at her increasing lust. Her wings twitched, and her fingers trembled with the urge to pound away those overpowering tingles.

She didn't. Not in front of Vyr, not while he was hard himself. Christina squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to sleep, hard as it came.

She woke up with a cold shiver.

"Vyr?" She mumbled, but no reply came.

Christina draped her wings tighter across her torso as she rolled onto her bottom, yawning a toothy yawn. Her jaws popped, and her eyes watered slightly from the white light filtering through the twirling boughs above. She rubbed them once, then wrapped her arms around her bare chest, rubbing warmth into her magenta hide with the pads of her fingers.

Why was it so cold? Shouldn't Vyr's wing keep the chilling gusts at bay?

There was no Vyr. Only grass, smoothened to the ground where he slept, along with a white, gooey patch. Christina narrowed her gaze. She shuffled to it, dipped two fingers into the slimy substance and sniffed it once before snarling at its pungent, fertile touch.

Gryphon cum. A few droplets of it, by the looks of it, spilled by a too aroused Vyr. Christina chuckled at the surprising turn last night took, only to growl a moment after.

Last night they also talked about bandits. Bandits that Vyr went after alone!

Her stomach sank at the realization, and her ears rang from how hard her temples pounded. Christina went by the pool of clothes, strapped the linen around her breasts to keep them from bouncing, then slid into the rest of her garb without even pausing for breath.

She winced when the rough leather kissed her smooth, sensitive, wet nether lips, and wobbled towards the saddle and saddlebags Vyr left behind. Each step, each brush of leather against her aroused crevice fueled her rising climax. Blasted damnation, why was she so horny? Even as she strapped the twin swords to her waist, her head swam with a heavy lust, and her pussy squeezed out more arousal to trickle down her thighs.

Christina roared her irritation at herself, then took off with a mighty flap of her wings. Great timing, for Vyr to go out on his own right when her heat reached its peak.

"Gallant bastard," Christina hissed in the wind. "If you get more than a mere scratch I'll..." she trailed off at that, and swallowed the lump in his throat. Words did nothing to alleviate her anxiety. They enflamed it, to the point where Christina couldn't even keep her flight straight.

Her whole frame shook from the tremors, and her fists tightened so hard the tips of her claws nicked her palms.

Vyr's been into more battles than any gryphon, she thought. What's a bunch of pitiful humans to him?

The answer loomed in the horizon in the form of a thin line of black smoke. Christina's breath stuck in her throat, yet she flapped harder, harder, then dove into the clearing, unsheathed her swords, and skidded to a stop.

Every bandit was dead, their necks torn, their bellies disemboweled by talon marks.

A singed corpse snuffed out the bonfire. That's why the smoke was black. The fellow burned to a crisp, too. Similar grisly sights surrounded the camp, with dead bandits wrapped into the torn cloth of their tents.

And, in the middle of the camp, Vyr preening his left wing, an iron clad bandit resting under his talons. He had a crow etched into his gleaming shoulder plates, and wore the blood red scarf of his kind.

"This fellow's cries woke up the rest. I had to kill his henchmen before before I dove upon this great leader," Vyr said, then clacked his beak and released a sharp, mirthful squawk. "His men died around him, and all he did was stumble and fall, weighed down by the plate he slept with."

"That's not his. It belonged to a guard of the Upper City," Christina said, her voice hoarse.

Vyr's talons clenched around the gleaming metal. "If he slept last night naked, like you did, maybe his fate differed."

Christina flushed, and Vyr shifted his body and draped a wing over the cut along his left flank. She paled.

"I've seen it," she hissed. "Vyr, I--"

The gryphon limped towards her, revealing a second gash that split the scutes of a foreleg. Christina gasped at the glimpse of ivory peeking through the layers of torn flesh and blood. That wound was bone-deep!

"Scratches. These fellow slept like chicks smothered by a gryphon mother."

Christina pushed aside his beak, knelt to inspect his wound, and stumbled when Vyr pushed his head into her chest, trilling. "It looks worse than it feels, Christina. I had worse--"

"Steel bearing chicks that almost severed your forepaw," Christina cried out. "You forgot our bond, our deal, our--"

His beak thrust into her chest, snuffing out her words.

"You can rant while we fly," Vyr said.

She hugged his neck, fondled his ears with a paw while stroking his brow with the other. "What did I hear about patching your wounds first?"

Vyr stiffened. "That's not what I said. Only humans turn a scratch into a mortal wound."

Christina dabbed a talon at Vyr's foreleg. The gryphon lunged back, shrieking in pain.

An earsplitting roar answered him, deep enough to ruffle Vyr's feathers and make Christina's tail curl around a thigh. Her fingers clenched around the handle of her swords to draw them out of their sheath, her grip feeble and her poise wavering.

"Dragon," she growled. "Vyr, fly away. You can't fight a dragon, not so soon after..."

The dragon burst from the canopies and out into the skies, its wings broad enough to cast rippling shadows upon the duo. It roared again, tucked them to its sides and broke into a dive.

Christina froze. She had never seen a feral dragon, never fought one, never spoke to one.

And this one, the first dragon she had ever encountered, dove towards her with killing intent.

Vyr's screech filled her ears. All she could muster was a whimper before he launched himself into the sky.

No. Feral dragons had scales. Vyr's talons would do nothing to it!

"Vyr, flee, you can't--won't--"

His body angled left to position himself right above her and take the impact in her stead. Christina crouched, flared her wings, but her flaps were feeble, her knees shaking. How could one fight such a beast? Its light grey wings were thrice bigger than hers, and its slate colored bulk was covered with almost indestructible scales. Scales that neither her blades could pierce nor Vyr's talons.

She opened her maw to deliver another warning to Vyr, but no sound came. Only the pounding of her heart filled her ears.

Then, the screech came, raw and sickening. Gryphon and dragon collided, swiping at each other with a flurry of strikes while they danced in the sky. Being the smaller of the two, Vyr shot towards the dragon's flanks like an arrow, striking at his opponent's sides during a mere second before he disengaged from the snapping dragon with surprising agility.

Christina's heart clenched in her chest. For every lightning-fast strike Vyr delivered, the dragon twisted his neck faster to snap at him, and his long tail whipped at Vyr whenever he darted in for his smooth, vulnerable wings. He was learning, adjusting...

Vyr's shriek drew a gasp from Christina. The dragon's talons wrapped around Vyr's shoulders for a fleeting moment, tearing off fistfuls of feathers before the gryphon banked out of harm's way and pushed himself upwards in a barrel roll. The slate dragon froze in the air, unable to follow Vyr for long. His eyes fixated on Christina instead, his slits narrow in a hazel field.

Then, Vyr emerged above him, swooping down towards a wing to draw several rakes with his talons before swerving away from the dragon's retaliation, a storm of talons and teeth and roars.

And shouts?

A speckle of color marred the dragon's back, all brown and red against the dragon's slate hide. Christina squinted from the sun's glare, and hissed when she finally made it out. A saddle, and a human to fill it!

A human wearing a blood red scarf wrapped around his scalp.

Vyr dove towards the forest when the dragon gave chase, his flight unsteady as he sought the cover of the treetops. Good. A dragon with a wingspan that size wouldn't follow an agile gryphon into that deathtrap.

"Leave the bird, damn you. Dive towards her!" The human bellowed as the dragon flapped towards Vyr.

Something snapped inside Christina. A human, giving orders to a dragon?!

Sudden strength coursed through her limbs, her wings, her wrists. The handles of the swords cracked in her steely grip before she lunged into the air, flapping with all her might to catch up to the dragon

She felt no fatigue, no fear, no remorse for what she was about to do. It was only her, the wind caressing her hide, and the shouting wretch mounted atop the dragon's back.

The dragon swerved after Vyr, and so did Christina.

"Around, around you thrice-damnable beast! Turn around and kill the little brat first!"

The dragon turned.

That's when Vyr performed a tight loop to come around the dragon and latched upon his back, shrieking and pecking at the dragon's left wing joint. The dragon roared in pain as he swatted his tail across his back, upon Shy's vulnerable form. It caught him his flank, swiping him aside. Christina's heart skipped a beat at the free falling gryphon, but her eyes remained focused on the slate colored dragon.

"Take no commands from a human, dragon!" She yelled. "Their words are poison, their promises false, and their doings only serve to benefit them. Never you!"

"Pitiful wretch! Kill her already!" The Rider jerked the dragon's reins several times as his mount shot towards Vyr, who began performing loops around Christina. He heard. He knew of her plan, and the dragon had no hope to keep up with him.

He didn't. He shook his head when the human poked his neck with a gleaming metal, then rolled left, towards her.

Christina dove, but not fast enough. The dragon's shadow loomed above her, a mass of clattering jaws and talons.

Vyr shot into the dragon's side, sending him toppling towards the forest for a curt moment before it recovered with a twist of its body. Vyr cawed his surprise, flapped to flee from the encroaching talons.

They caught his hindquarters, sank into them as the dragon's head snaked for Vyr's neck. His jaws bit a mouthful of feathers from the wailing gryphon before the human raised his hand and brought down the same gleaming metal upon the dragon's neck.

"The magenta dragon! Leave the bird and kill her already!"

The dragon hesitated, hovering on the spot, unable to focus on either of his two targets.

That's what Christina needed.

She hurled herself forward with a mighty flap, then tucked her wings for a dive when she approached the dragon's back. With a flick of her tail, she angled her body straight towards the human, her swords pointed forward.

They sank through his torso up to the hilt. Christina didn't even hear his dying moans as they rolled from the dragon's back, falling in a heap of thrashing limbs. Christina ended the human's writhing with a swift bite to the neck, then let go of her swords. The last bandit fell until the green canopies swallowed him.

"Vyr," Christina mouthed. Her stomach lurched with fear, and blood froze in her veins when she noticed his burgundy feathers in the clearing where the bandits camped. She glided towards him, regardless of where the dragon was.

Vyr stood on his haunches, his head lolling, his breath shallow, his eyes half closed. Christina yelped at the wide patch of blood caked feathers along his neck and fell to her knees. Her eyes bulged as her chest tightened so hard she couldn't breathe from the panic. She coughed hoarsely, staggered to her feet, only to fall back onto her knees.

Vyr. Vyr was dying, wasn't he? The dragon's bite--it cut deep, so deep Vyr...

Stars speckled her vision from the shock. She trudged up to Vyr's chest, then forced herself up on her feet and wiped away the tears flooding her eyes. "There must be...something around this...this camp, their camp. Bandits get wounded all the time. They must have healing poultices, potions, whatever--whatever they have..."

"Don't," Vyr murmured. "I'm dazed. Just dazed. It will pass. The wound is not that deep."

Christina's heart constricted at how low his voice was, and how shudders crept through it. She turned around, strode forward...

And skidded to a stop, her wings flared as she roared at the dragon that landed in front of her. He drew back with a yelp, then rolled to his side to present her the light gray of his belly.

Vyr lunged at the dragon with an earsplitting shriek, drawing crimson furrows across his chest with his talons and pecking at his snout with terse strokes.

The dragon writhed under the assault, shielding himself with his front paws and buffeting wings as he squeaked and whimpered in submission.

"Wait, don't...stop!" Christina shrilled.

Vyr disengaged from his opponent, wheezing, his posture stiff and his wings stretched high above his body.

Christina leaped in front of Vyr, stretched an arm in front of him to block his advance as the dragon continued to stare at them from his lowly position. Thin gashes spread across both of his wings, talon punctures lined along his chest, and his inner thighs were scraped raw and bleeding thick, crimson blood. Yet he didn't whimper, not even once.

All he did was stare, and dip his head whenever Vyr's harsh gaze settled on him.

"He's submitting," Christina said to Vyr with a hushed voice.

"Slaves tend to do that. They submit to their master's killer to seek penance, only to betray you in the night," Vyr shrieked. His talons clenched and groped fistfuls of dirt, and his beak clacked menacingly.

Christina looked at Vyr, then back at the dragon. Her head swam from her recent ordeal, and the dragon's piercing hazel gaze still sent shudders down her spine.

"I submit," the dragon spoke with a crisp clear, deep voice, "because that's the only thing left for me to do." His nostrils flared at Christina as he raised his head to look into her eyes. "You massacred my tribe. Swooped upon the last good humans in the land. Why?"

Christina's maw turned numb at the acid coating the dragon's words. Good humans? These bandits?!

"The only good thing about bandits is their death," Vyr said as he stepped in front of Christina.

The dragon cocked his head, blinking fast.

"My words somehow reached to you, dragon. You listened to me while we were enemies. Listen to me now, when we're friends."

Vyr cawed his protest at that, but Christina brushed past him to approach the dragon with slow, shuffling steps. "Your tribe lied to you. They turned a free being of the sky into a beast. You heard what your Rider called you!" Christina shouted when the dragon snarled at her. "A mindless beast!"

"He was angry," the dragon growled. "Anger is his illness."

"His words are the illness," Christina countered. "As proven by his actions. Show me your neck."

The dragon rolled onto his belly, hissing and snapping at Christina tersely. "There's nothing to see."

"Then you will show me, and I will leave you alone. We both will."

The dragon swung his neck to the side to expose the bleeding cuts where his Rider's sword split his scales and hide apart. "He was angry. He does that when he's angry. Those who massacred his tribe angered him."

"To the point where he harms a member of his tribe?" Christina asked.

"I don't know."

"You do."

His head shot towards her, his gaze narrow. "I don't. He said dragons are gone, yet you're here..."

"A dragon that you wanted to kill," Vyr screeched.

The dragon lowered his head to the ground and closed his eyes. "I didn't. The master wanted her dead. I just did what he said to avoid the pain."

Christina flinched at the gashes drawn across the dragon's neck, where the human's blade struck him.

And not only this time. His scales flecked in patches to expose the scarred, grey hide underneath.

"Why did you obey such scum, dragon? When a swipe of your talons is all it takes to earn your freedom?"

The dragon's gray tongue poked out of his mouth to flick across his snout. His gaze raised to meet Christina's, then sank into the ground again. "He was my father, and they--" he sprawled a wing to encompass the dead bandits, "my tribe, thinned to a few remaining survivors by the neighboring kingdoms and shunned by everybody. They had no land of their own, no homes, and no family left. Just like me."

Vyr stepped towards the dragon, his beak wide open to allow a thin, constant shriek. "Mindless, flying lizard, that bends his ear to humans without even contesting..." he trailed off and wrapped his talons around the dragon's neck, right under his chin.

Christina yelped, her paw stretched forward to touch Vyr's taut haunch.

"Humans twist minds. That's what they do, Vyr. We both know it, and now he knows as well."

Vyr jerked his head back and forth, as if searching for the weak spot in the dragon's neck to deliver his killing blow. "Our task is to kill bandits, all of them," he spoke with surprising smoothness. "He's a bandit."

"He's also a dragon." Christina massaged Vyr's haunch, then trailed her paw across his flank, where three bloody furrows raked it, and up to Vyr's twitching ears. She cupped one to fondle. "Too far from the mountains, just like me."

She continued to stroke his nape as she glanced down at the dragon. "Shouldn't he get the same treatment like I did? To find his home, to find a mate, to raise hatchlings?"

Vyr broke off with a shrill and a flap of his wings.

Christina's jaws tightened. One thing she disliked was being left alone in such situations. By the one she wanted to mate, nevertheless!"

She approached the wary dragon and placed a paw upon his snout. "What's your name, dragon?"

"Ranthar."

"Past is past. We have no dealings with the past." She sighed and drew back several steps. "You're free, Ranthar," Christina said. "Free to fly wherever you please."

Ranthar's nostrils flared. He blinked once, then poked his snout forward, sniffing at Christina's lower belly once before drawing back with a snort. Christina flinched when he gathered his paws underneath him to rise onto his shivering limbs.

He was smaller than he seemed up there, his shoulders barely passing Christina in height. His serpentine neck towered above her, ending with an angular head bearing the most pleasant of shapes. His snout thinned towards the tip, just like hers, and his black horns were smooth and curved along the back of his skull. The rest of his body, unlike Vyr's, was twice as big, with muscular haunches and a tail so long Christina found herself staring at it.

His wounded wings drooped at his sides a moment after, and so did his gaze.

"You are graceful as you are kind, bipedal sibling." His head cocked. "But freedom...it's something foreign to me."

"I keep no slaves," Christina hissed. "Nor will you, from now on. Kill only if you must, take that which is not taken, and find love where love is to be found. Now go," she said, straining to keep her shudders out of her voice.

Ranthar didn't go. Not before sniffing at her groin once again. "You're in heat."

"I'm in heat," Christina said at the same time with Ranthar.

He shook his head and licked his snout several times, grumbling. "It's..unlike any other scent I encountered," Ranthar said. His limbs buckled, then he hurled himself into the air with a few terse flaps.

Christina watched the light gray underside of his tail, his similarly colored feet, and the growing erection he sported between his haunches. Christina's wings jerked with the urge to follow him, to see more than just the tip of a light gray member, but froze still when Vyr landed besides her.

"He's a killer, not deserving of your kindness."

Christina rested a hand on the gryphon's beak. "Everybody is, especially those who are manipulated into killing against their will."

Vyr sighed and dipped his head, but the fire didn't leave his eyes. "Aren't slaves lost without their master, to wander in search of that which they don't understand?"

"Give him time," Christina said. She took a deep breath as her body shuddered in remembrance of the dragon's soft whiffs at her groin. "His instincts will guide him towards a mate, one that shall offer him the fulfillment he needs."

"Killing the farmers that defend the livestock he'll prey upon can be equally fulfilling," Vyr retorted.

"Not more than a female's slick insides around his tight member," Christina shot back.

Vyr snorted at that. "That's your heat speaking. Any male that gauges you suddenly seems a likely mate."

Christina wrapped her arms around Vyr's neck and placed her chin upon his beak to stare straight into his eyes. "Even you?"

"I am--I am..." Vyr clacked his beak due to nervousness and whipped his tail across his back.

"You are a male, yes," Christina cooed. "One that probably wonders how it feels to mate."

Vyr's ears flattened in submission as his eyes darted around, unable to gaze into Christina's. "We have to fly back to grab the saddle and its bags, is what we have to do. I'm growing dizzy. Need a healing poultice, food in my belly, and rest."

"You said your wounds are mere scratches," Christina said. She changed a look at his neck, yet no fresh blood stained the dried one.

"That was before the dragon..." he began fidgeting as his frame stiffened.

"Convenient, yet there is one part of a male's body that never lies."

Christina licked his beak and drew back, her lips twitching with the effort to suppress her smile after peeking under Vyr's tail. He claimed he was dizzy and weak, yet his erect member didn't even throb--it lurched with pent-up lust.

A short gasp escaped her muzzle at how big her Vyr grew--big enough to send rippling shudders down her thighs.

Her crevice dampened with renewed arousal, and warm shudders crept through her taut frame, relaxing her muscles, her mind, leaving nothing but the faint pulsing of her needy lips. Christina's cheeks reddened instantly, and she suddenly sweltered inside the confines of her clothing. She had to get out of them, like she did last night. Toss them aside and...

She moaned when Vyr's tightness flashed through her mind, all thick and ruddy and pulsating with needy throbs. And gryphon cocks were so different from a dragon's! Vyr's had a tapered tip bearing a conical shape, growing in thickness up to his great knot that was supposed to keep females in place, during their peak. Or so he claimed. The thought alone made Christina's knees melt and her breath to grow into silent huffs.

"...tina. Christina!"

She yelped and shuddered back to her senses when something warm and feathery poked at her shoulder. Vyr's cheek.

"Hmm?"

"I thought--you were staring and I--are you ready to fly back to our camp?"

Vyr huffed too, and he kept switching his weight from one side to the other while his tail flicked and his wings jerked in their sockets.

"No," she said. "The only thing I want right now is to mate."

Vyr released a muffled squeak and covered his head with a wing. "It's just...it's just the heat. Let it pass. I--"

She couldn't. Not when her thighs were thoroughly soaked in her arousal. Christina grabbed the gryphon's head and caressed the sides of his beak until the male's uncertain gaze finally fixated on her. "I want to mate with you. Stop this pretense and give me a straight answer. Will you mate me?"

The gryphon released a high pitched squawk and took a step back. "Christina..."

She grinned, grabbed his beak and licked it again while fondling his ears. "What's holding you back?"

"Our friendship," Vyr squeaked. "I never mated, I'm unworthy, I will--will do something wrong and hurt you somehow and..."

"Stop," Christina said. Unworthy? Did he really believe that? She licked his beak again, then took several jittery steps back and pulled down her leggings to expose her swollen draconic pussy. She winced as her muscles clenched in anticipation when Vyr's eyes absorbed the delightful sight.

She whirled on her heels a moment after, went onto her fours, and offered herself to Vyr. "You know what to do."

"No, I don't." His voice shuddered from the sheer lust building inside him. "You're a dragoness and--"

"A female," Christina interrupted. "One that waits to be taken by the one male who I trust and love."

She didn't have to glance back. Vyr's shadow already loomed above her.

Christina shuddered and let out a soft moan as his downy feathers brushed against her wings. His limbs fell at her sides, and his chest pressed against her back. Then, his haunches squeezed hers, hard enough to keep her in place for what followed. Christina's talons dug into the ground as a tantalizing ripple washed through her. She was about to mate. Was about to...

"Nghh," she whined when hot, tight, squirting meat poked through her lips and into her clenching tunnel. Vyr cried his bliss above her, and slid more of his cock inside her.

Christina squeezed her eyes shut against the relentless throbs of his cock and the elation they brought to her shuddering depths. Little by little, the gryphon parted her slick insides, stretching her, caressing her with his tiny spines and nubs of tight flesh, pushing her to the peak of her pleasure.

Her wings fluttered, and Vyr's haunches began to shudder with climactic ripples. He spurted so much and so often inside her, Christina couldn't tell if it was pre or if he already came. Gryphons were so delightfully different from dragons, and every jet stimulated her already frayed senses.

Christina tried to hold back a moment longer, to feel more of Vyr stretching her.

She couldn't. A spasm traversed her muscles, followed by the most intense wave of pleasure Christina ever felt. She tried to growl, roar, whine, but the sounds died in her throat as her body stiffened to allow her to savor every overwhelming shudder of pleasure that coursed through her.

She clenched tight around Vyr, so tight that the gryphon's balance wavered as his earsplitting shriek burst from his beak. Christina roared in unison with him as his seed flooded her nether depths, splashing against her sensitive walls with enough might to amplify her climax to the point where breath left her body.

Pleasure overwhelmed her. Pleasure flared her senses like they had never been flared before. And each throb, every jerk of Vyr's cock inside her, enflamed it. Christina leaned her head against the ground while her body reached the height of her orgasmic peak, whining with every surge of femcum gushing out of her.

Vyr remained inside her, tight like when he first came, his knot shivering against her lips from his orgasmic spurts. Christina slammed her hindquarters against it, trying to let it inside her, but her walls were already so tight, and Vyr still gushed out thick, rich spurts inside her.

Christina rolled to the side when her muscles loosened, panting and utterly spent. Combined fluids coated her thighs with slick, ivory sheen, and more dripped from her pussy, bloated to the brim with thick gryphon seed.

She turned her head to watch a cawing Vyr, who staggered around while his blood engorged member still spurted thin strands of seed. He fell on his side, trying to grab and hold his member still forepaw. Too coarse. He winced, got up, thrust feebly into the air, then crashed onto his chest due to momentum. He shrieked again as his member brushed against the ground.

"Vyr...Vyr..." Christina mumbled, too spent to even form words. "Come here."

By the time he did, his shrinking knot already retreated back into his furred sheath. His member stopped jerking and spewing seed, and began to shrivel.

The gryphon crashed on his back to avoid putting weight on his flank wounds. Christina crawled towards him to rest her head on his feathery chest.

"I need...to rest," she whispered.

Vyr responded with a thin, sporadic squeak. He panted, and his head lolled to the side, his beak half parted to allow his little tongue out.

Christina smirked at the sight, then closed her eyes. Her head whirled from her draining orgasm, and sleep took her before she even knew it.

She woke up in Vyr's clutch, his talons gently wrapped around her and his wing draped tight against her frame. The feathery shelter muffled the heavy scents of the dead, yet Christina still coughed from the pungent touch of too much human blood.

Vyr tensed up at that. His talons flexed around her, and his head poked through the barrier of plumes.

"Go back to sleep," Vyr cooed.

Thick, impenetrable darkness surrounded them. Even Christina's draconic eyes had difficulties making out anything past the dead bandits and the tree line.

"Night already?"

Vyr's beak drooped for a moment before his ears perked. "Yes. Now rest, dearest."

"I am rested. You aren't." She grabbed Vyr's shivering beak to stroke him. "You didn't even close your eyes. Not even for a moment."

"That dragon may come back to finish what his master commanded him to." Vyr tried to wriggle his head out of Christina's grip, but his strength faltered.

"No he won't." Christina frowned. "And you're trembling like a leaf." A jolt of panic ran through Christina's frame, rousing her senses and putting sense into her numb muscles. "I'll fly to grab the saddlebags and treat your wounds."

Vyr squawked in protest and curled his neck around Christina to keep her still. "I'll fly with you. Can't leave you alone, unwatched, not even for the span of a blink."

Christina scoffed while pushing at the gryphon's neck. "Ridiculous. The only threats in these woods were the bandits."

"That dragon isn't."

Christina ceased her struggle and allowed Vyr's head to cover her lap. "He's a dragon, not a bandit. Dragons can't be bandits. A mount, is what he was."

"One that knows you're in heat," Vyr said as he brought a wing down upon Christina. "I'm not letting you go alone. Not ever."

Christina opened her maw, then closed it when a warm shudder crept through her being. Her stomach fluttered, her heart swelled, and her features softened. "I still am your wing guard, Vyr. A mating doesn't change that."

"It does. I..." he released a soft, drawn-out squeak. "I'm your mate now." His wide, hopeful eyes bore into hers. "Are you my mate as well?"

That one word stunned Christina. She yelped in surprise, then licked at Vyr's beak several times to bide her time. Dragons didn't choose the first partner they mated as a mate like gryphons did, nor did they mate for life. A dragon could mate however many males she wished, as long as she stayed with the last one to raise her clutch.

"I am," Christina said, her tone hushed yet adamant. She had known that for a while, ever since she contemplated mating with Vyr last summer. "I am your mate, Vyr."

Vyr trilled as he pressed her tight to his chest, his cheeks brushing against her sides, her breasts. Christina giggled at first and joined her mate's mirth by nipping and licking his twitching ears. Then, her gleeful laughter died in her throat when pained squeaks escaped Vyr every time his wings connected with his wounds.

She pushed his neck to the side, pretending to caress his nape, before lunging to the side with a flap-enhanced jump. Vyr rolled onto his feet, squawked at her and unfurled his wings.

"Don't even dare," Christina hissed. "You'll stay here and rest and never attempt to follow me."

It must've been her commanding tone, for Vyr dropped onto his belly and hid his beak under a wing. "May your return be swift," he said with a hint of irritation.

Christina didn't even waste time replying. She burst into the air, growling when the night's breeze whipped at her seed drenched pussy. She clamped her thighs shut to compensate for the lack of pants, only to wince at how slick she felt down there.

Her discomfort only lasted until blessed moonlight spilled past the edge of a cloud, its silvery rays revealing everything to Christina's eyes. She noticed squirrels resting among the treetops, owl flying back and forth, hooting to one another, and the paw shaped clearing where Vyr's saddlebags were. Her heart swelled in her chest as she angled her body into a dive before sprawling her wings to land. She grabbed the three saddlebacks, tied them around her neck and held the saddle under her armpit.

The extra load weighed her down, forcing her to flap twice as much to remain in the air as she flew back towards the bandit clearing.

It was empty but for the decaying bodies and the small puddle of cum she leaked during her mating with Vyr. Christina's heart skipped a beat. She whimpered, then clenched her jaws to muffle it. Vyr...that rascal featherhead! Why couldn't he stay put when he was told to?

Christina launched herself into the sky to glide above the treetops, her eyes scanning for every trace of nocturnal activity. Everything was infuriatingly still. No sounds, no movement. Only silence.

A screech made Christina shudder. It was deep, smooth, just like Vyr's. She banked towards it, then growled when she spotted the outline of her mate, lying on his belly on the sandy bank of a dried river.

"I almost ate one of the bandits. I had my talons pressed against his soft, succulent belly." He raised his head. "I chose to fly away before my hunger forced me to do it."

"Even when I told you not to?"

Vyr's ears flattened across the back of his skull. "We mated today, and I already went against your request."

"For a good reason, by the looks of it," Christina said as she shrugged her shoulders and flicked her wrist to dismiss the topic.

"There's no reason good enough to betray the trust of my mate so easily." His head dipped, so low to the ground his beak dug halfway into the coarse sand. "I apologize."

"I'll only accept your apology if you stand completely still." She dropped her load on the ground, then fumbled through the saddlebags for linen bandages, a jar of healing salve, a bundle of herbs, a bowl and a wooden spoon. Vyr craned his head towards the items she placed on the ground and let out a thin squeak.

"Adder's tongue, to help seal the wounds," he said.

"Drake tears as well, firebloom, silverleaf, arrowblooms as well. Salve mixed with the paste of these herbs and a good night's rest is all you need to brave the skies tomorrow." She favored him a curt smile. "Just in time to catch me breakfast."

Vyr's stomach rumbled audibly at the mention of food.

"Because I'm doing the catching tonight," Christina added as she untied the bundle of herbs and hurled it into the bowl.

"No you don't," Vyr said, screeching to emphasize his point. "I'll follow you, go against your word, and apologize again. But I will follow you."

Christina sighed. She scratched one ear with a paw while the other grabbed the jar of healing salve, uncorked it, then emptied it into the bowl before mashing everything together with the wooden spoon.

"That dragon's long gone, Vyr. Let go of him yourself."

"Would if I could. A male doesn't simply let a female in heat go away, and he's a dragon."

"He's a quadruped, a feral, one that has little in common with me. He even has scales..." Christina trailed off as she remembered his imposing hide, glistening under the dying sun's rays like liquid iron.

"And a mating instinct far stronger than yours," Vyr added with a clack of his beak. "The mind can only resist for so long when instincts cloud your judgment."

Christina rolled her eyes. She began pounding the herbs to a pulp with strong enough swings to make the bowl rattle. "My judgment is crisp clear, and, before you ask, I didn't mate you on a whim. I had it in mind since last year."

Her eyes darted towards Vyr just in time to notice his shuddering beak, his twitching ears, his rapid blinks. "Then why didn't you do it?" He tucked his head under a wing right away, making Christina chuckle.

"It didn't seem right, for the bipedal to mate the feral. But then, this heat came, and I..." she sighed and lowered her gaze to her bowl as she gripped it tighter. "I let my instincts guide me, and then, it happened. And I want to do it again. Preferably tonight." Her voice dropped to a whisper by the end.

If Vyr heard it, he showed no signs of it. "Instincts are never wrong. We just believe they are, sometimes." His chin lowered on top of his healthy front paw, and a great sigh rushed through his flared nostrils. "It shouldn't be wrong to eat the dead. Prey, predator, feral, bipedal, they're all meat."

Christina shuddered at the topic, but kept stirring her smooth mixture.

"And I was so hungry, so dizzy. I had the corpse in my talons, a juicy morsel that I hunted myself." He cawed and scratched at an ear with his talons. "I flew away before I did it."

"Why didn't you? It's just meat, and you bear more wounds than any of my mates have the right to."

Vyr's gaze shot upwards, towards the twinkling stars. "I never ate humans, Christina, not even when their traps and spears and crossbows crippled my family and forced them to flee their territory. You know that."

She nodded. If she didn't convince the villagers to cut the net and let Vyr follow her for a hefty sum of gold.... Her head swirled at the mere notion of never flying with him, cuddling with him, mating him.

"Their village was already there when my parents came and sprayed the trees with their scent to make it their territory. We intruded, and they tried to fight back, to reclaim what was lost. Why hunt the predator that defends his spoils and young?"

"That didn't stop you from feeding off their livestock," Christina said, smiling in her taunting way.

"I didn't know they were spoils. Any prey that is stupid enough to graze in the open deserves to end up in a gryphon's talons."

"And the shepherd that watched over the flock? His presence didn't stir your doubt?"

Vyr shrieked. "He only had a cane, and I made sure to snatch my prize while he slept. Which he did. A lot."

"And then, the guards with their crossbows came," Christina said.

"They always missed. Me and my younger sister made a game of it too, to stand still and not twitch a wing before the crossbows loosened their bolts." Vyr released a series of sharp squawks, his beak clacking with amusement. "They still missed. Even when we stood still as stones. But they wore rags, and slept much, and screamed and ran to their dwellings faster than rabbits when we buffeted our wings at them. The metal bearing humans that followed were different..." Vyr's words came to a stop as he began preening a wing.

"Keep that exactly the way it is," Christina said as she pushed herself onto her feet. "Need complete access to your flanks."

Vyr stood still as a lamb while she smeared her paste over the sword cut above his right forepaw. The bite in his neck followed, a bloody mess that Christina had to use her claws on. Vyr squeaked in pain as she tugged at the clumped feathers hard enough to make them part and reveal the wound. Several punctures, lined up in a crescent arc, shallow enough to cause more worry than damage. She covered them in light green paste, then moved along the three rakes on his right side before smearing the long gash on his haunch. She used up the rest of the paste on several other cuts and scrapes and claw rakes, and bandaged only his neck and front leg before the cloth ran out.

"Now rest. Don't mention anything about any dragon to stay up. That won't work a second time."

Vyr squeaked in approval and opened his right haunch for her to crawl next to, the one that didn't bear any wounds. Christina did, but not before slipping out of her clothes, much to Vyr's discomfort. He thrust curt glances at her naked chest, and his hindquarters shifted several times to accommodate his erection.

From the way Vyr rested, on his belly and with a haunch spread for Christina, she had full view of the gryphon's bulged sack and the growing member pushing out of his throbbing sheath.

Hot wetness oozed from her shuddering lips, making her moan. She took a deep breath to contain her rising lust. Vyr needed to rest and heal, not mate. And yet, her heat clouded her senses, blotting out everything but for the constant ripples running through her nether depths. Each sapped her strength, little by little, until Christina crawled on her elbows up to Vyr's throbbing cock.

It was small compared to her frame, yet big at the same time, with a smooth enough tip and tiny spines and bumps along its thick base that ended with his bulged knot. With each bob of his cock, it threatened to spill from his stretched sheath. It grew so big...almost as big as one of her breasts! Christina moaned at the thought of having it inside her, a thing so big and tight that would stretch her like she had never been stretched before.

Vyr's tapered tip jerked, shooting thin strands of pre on her bare chest. One caught her upon a pink nipple, making her snout scrunch from the tantalizing wave of pleasure that rushed through her.

She didn't think about the repercussions. She just grabbed Vyr by his sack, propped herself onto her elbows, and shoved his needy member straight between her light pink breasts.

Vyr's lustful cry filled her ears, yet not as much as his cock filled the gap between her tits. She fondled his furred, golden orbs with a paw while the other rubbed against his length, across her taut nipples, up his member. A soft push against his sheath was all it took for Vyr's knot to spill out. His screech died in his throat, replaced by a deep, rumbling moan.

In her overpowering haze of delight, Christina didn't even notice Vyr getting onto his feet. All she saw were his hindquarters, lowered next to the ground. All she felt were his terse, wild thrusts through the narrow gap between her breasts.

Christina let go of Vyr's sack to squeeze her tits tight around her mate's cock, making the gryphon whimper his lust in the process. One part of him refused to go in, however.

The knot. It swelled so hard, it pounded against Christina's bare breasts, drawing curt moans out of her tight muzzle with every stroke. From the size of an apple, it grew to rival the size of her own boobs. And it felt so smooth and hot to the touch! She wrapped two fingers around its base to squeeze it lightly, only to gasp when Vyr unleashed his torrent upon her with a harsh shriek.

His member jerked out of her grip, bobbing up and down to slap her across her breasts, slap her snout, poke at her horns. Vyr's smooth, pink member was everywhere all of a sudden.

Christina shut her eyes just in time to shield them from a jet of seed that splashed upon her face. It bore Vyr's fragrance, zesty and smooth, only stronger. His scent enflamed her senses, and the jerks of his cock between her boobs brought a shuddering ripple down her spine. Her elbows trembled as Vyr's hot seed slithered down her belly to reach her nether lips. She was already teetering on the verge of her own climax. One stroke, just one stroke would...

Christina pushed aside Vyr's pesky member as she turned around. The gryphon's hindquarters still thrust feebly, yet enough to send Vyr's tightness into her flanks, to ram it into the base of her tail, and finally, into her pussy.

She moaned, only to clench her jaws and hiss when Vyr began pounding her with renewed vigor. The terse strokes took her breath away, made her wings flutter from her impending climax. Emboldened by her clenching insides around his member, Vyr thrust harder, faster, enough to plunge his knot straight through her crevice.

Christina's head shot upwards, a gasp escaping her tight throat instead of a roar. That's all she managed, with so much of Vyr's tight length inside of her. His knot stretched her walls to their limits and beyond, and the tremors wracking his members, along with his strong jets splashing into the depths of her extra sensitive tunnel paralyzed her body.

She crashed on her chest, unable to breathe or moan or flick her tail. That's how strong her orgasm hit her. It felt like liquid fire, pulsing inside her before dispersing through her, forcing every fiber of her body to tighten, loosen and tighten again as she rode out her orgasm.

A drawn-out moan left Christina's numb snout once her walls loosened enough around Vyr for the gryphon to push his gushing member out of her. Everything felt either numb, stiff, or burning, like her seed drenched pussy. She sneaked a finger inside, wincing at how sensitive she was after such overwhelming climax. Her eyes drooped with fatigue, and her head spun from the sheer intensity of Vyr's thrusts, of his bulged knot inside her.

She smiled up at him when Vyr's head turned.

"That's your definition of rest?" he inquired.

"I know I'll--I will rest...well enough," she mumbled.

Vyr stretched a wing above her to shield her seed drenched frame from the chilling wind. It coated her chest, arms, thighs, painting her magenta hide in ivory white. Most of it dribbled onto the ground in thin, sticky lines, but Christina didn't wipe herself. Vyr's strong scent soothed her, as did his warm seed inside her. She blinked, but didn't have the strength to open her eyes again.

"This is ridiculous," she growled to the gryphon towering above her. "I can't even mate properly."

"You are more than proper," Vyr cooed.

"In your world. In mine, dragons don't practically pass out before they even crawl up to their mates to cuddle."

"Gryphon females do, at the peak of their heat. Their climax hits them hard and fast, and ends just as quickly to leave them exhausted."

Christina scoffed. "I'm no gryphon, Vyr, no matter how I feel down there."

"Like the smoothest of silks," Vyr said along with a mellow squawk. Christina blushed, so fierce her cheeks seethed. She turned her head away from Vyr, urging the gryphon's shadow to retreat from her.

"Regardless, you're still a female, filled with fertile seed. If a gryphon would hunt after her mating, she would spill most of it during her flight. Better for her to rest under the caress of her afterglow."

"Mhm," Christina grunted. "I call that weakness."

"There is no weakness involved in giving your clutch the best chance."

Christina shuddered at that, and her gaze drooped to the coarse sand below. Vyr's seed already seeped into it, making it harden in strange formations bearing even stranger shapes. Christina scooped up one such shape, only to have it crumble before it even made it to her palm.

That's what Vyr's seed was to her. Crumbling hopes. It wouldn't quicken, nor make her heat go away.

"I'll have no clutch, Vyr." She lifted her gaze to match his wavering one. "I accepted that the moment I mated you. I'm fine with it."

Vyr's beak shuddered. His head tilted back and forth between the saddlebags, never settling. "I shouldn't mate with you again. It was enough, it was--"

"The best choice I made after rescuing you," Christina intervened. "I don't know how a dragon feels, but you fill me perfectly."

"With nothing but slimy goo." Vyr's poise crumbled, and his voice shook.

Christina growled at that. She scrambled onto her feet and, with a flap-enhanced leap, she landed besides his beak. "Look at me." She grabbed his beak and forced him to face her. "I'm your mate now. You said it yourself. A clutch changes nothing."

Vyr squeaked and squirmed in her grip, but Christina didn't relent. "What am I, Vyr?"

"The mate I can't ever please." He jerked free, then dashed away from her and took off with broad, steady wing beats.

"Your bandages will fall off, pride-filled featherhead!" She roared to what was reduced to a patch of burgundy in the sky. She spread her wings and bent her knees for a jump, yet only hissed and whipped the ground with her bladed tail. Gryphons had their moments. No words, no desperate chase in the sky to convince them otherwise, changed that.

Christina flew along the riverbed instead, up to a beaver-made dam that dried up this portion of the river and to the waterfall that supplied the water. She landed upon the slick rocks, her talons scraping for purchase as she shuffled into the curtain of freezing water. She only loitered long enough for Vyr's seed to wash off, then she flew back to their camp.

Vyr waited her with a spotted deer, already skinned, with the juicy organs resting on the side and the smelly entrails buried somewhere where she didn't see or feel their stench.

"I thought males only spill seed when they mate, not the knowledge of who was supposed to hunt this meal."

"A male provides," Vyr said with a bow. "As long as he can fly, that is."

"And who provides the extra bandages--oh," Christina said when Vyr rotated on the spot to show his paste covered wounds, bandages included. "I'll let you off, if only because you took the time to bury the disgusting innards."

Christina lifted a finger and swayed her tail menacingly when Vyr backed away from the kill. "Now you're just trying your luck." She hurled the heart in his direction and glared at him until he grabbed it in his beak. "Better. This as well." She prepared to grab the liver when a half of the heart landed upon her wrist with a wet squelch.

It was Vyr's turn to glare and clack his beak until she rolled her eyes and bit into the fleshy morsel. "So now that we're mates, I'll have to put up with this?" She asked after gulping down.

"Or eat everything you please before I do."

"Gryphon logic."Christina couldn't help but smile at his ridiculous demand. "Let the male starve while the female gets fat.

"The female eats not only for herself, but for her clutch," Vyr added.

Christina licked her lips at that, flattened her ears and divided everything into equal portions before gobbling her share.

"I need to stretch my wings. Don't follow me."

Vyr raised his bloodied beak from the deer carcass. He squeaked his puzzlement at her, but blinked in approval.

Christina flew away without looking back at her mate. His leaf-green eyes made her stomach churn and her blood boil. He should despise her for being nothing but a barren husk for his seed, not hunt for her.

He made his intentions known, too. He no longer wanted to mate her, and even if he did, it would be because Christina had talked him into doing it.

Tears sprung from the corners of her eyes, turning her gaze blurry. She landed on top of the nearest hill she found, crumbled onto her knees and let the tears slither down her cheeks.

"We'll make...make it work somehow," she said through her sobs. "He just needs time--time to accept a lonely life, without young to rise." Or would he? Time healed, but time also made shallow wounds fester if left untreated. Christina cupped her face in her palms and growled her pain and frustration. It hurt, but each tug at her heart served to remind her just what instincts did to her bipedal kind. They addled her mind and body, to the point where she would have let any male with a big enough cock to mate her.

She stiffened at the realization, and her mind lurched at the truth in it. She would have mated with any feral male, if only to get rid of that pestering tingle.

Why did it have to be Vyr? Why not a wolf, or one of the bigger species of cats, or...or...

The beating of wings made her flinch. She went up onto her swaying limbs and raised her arms to cover her face from the gusts of wind thrown by the slate dragon's wings. He landed in front of her, his head held low and his tail tucked between his legs.

"You again," she rasped, then swallowed hard to clear her throat. "I told you to go away, to savor your freedom."

"I don't know what freedom is," he whined. "I don't know how to enjoy that which I never had." He released a great sigh. "I feel lost."

"Feel lost somewhere else. This is my hill." Christina wiped the traces of her tears and scowled at the dragon. "Be gone. Find your own females to whine at."

"I don't know where to find them."

Christina snarled and took several steps towards him. "Use your senses!" She growled. "Track a female in heat. I don't care what, or how you do it, as long as you fly away." She stood inches from his snout, from his rapidly blinking eyes. His deep, panicked breaths warmed her bare body and forced her thighs shut when soft tingles ran through Christina's frame.

She smiled at the dragon, then chuckled. "You're not even a full grown dragon, are you? Just a drake, barely old enough to get hard."

Ranthar's shoulders stood only a foot taller than her, and even though his body surpassed the height of an elephant, his wing span left to be desired. Same for his petite gray horns, ebony claws and meaty paws. A real dragon would have towered above her, casting deep shadows with his impressive bulk. This one bore one too many scars across his neck, and his gaze kept evading hers.

"On your haunches."

The dragon snorted and lifted a forepaw.

"Sit, dragon," Christina hissed.

Ranthar stiffened and looked left and right, as if his human master was still around to provide an answer.

"On your haunches, drake, or I'll fly so far away you will never find me again."

He licked his snout, favored her a curt glance and fell on his haunches.

Christina crawled under him, grabbed his erect member, shifted to the side to avoid being splattered full of cum, and began to stroke it.

Ranthar's roar broke into a growl which shattered into feeble whimpers. His haunches shivered with the urge to get up, but he couldn't. Not when pleasure fettered his very being.

Christina pulled more of his cock out of his light gray slit, rubbing the ridges spread along his meaty base, all the way up to his bulging knot. She tugged harder at his cock to get the knot out of his slit, but Ranthar had enough. His member stiffened for a short moment before it began jerking violently to unleash his enormous load.

Ranthar didn't even roar--he whimpered while he came, so caught up in the thrill of mating that his body swayed lightly before his talons dug into the ground for purchase. Christina let go of his member when his spurts subsided to dull throbs and lunged from under him.

"You got what you wanted. Now leave me be."

He moaned, then dropped on his side to grip at his still spurting member. The coarse touch of his light grey feet made him growl in discomfort. He let go of himself, whimpering as silvery snakes of draconic cum splashed across his belly and slithered onto the ground.

Christina's lips twitched at the alluring fragrance. Soft yet heavy, sharp and smooth. And his member--Christina's fingers still clenched and loosened in remembrance of that perfect fit, of those fine ridges that caressed her thumbs in the most exciting of ways. If Ranthar mated her...

Then his draconic seed would fill her, and with it, the vague promise of a clutch.

Her eyes widened at the thought, and she smiled such a broad smile her lips hurt. "Ranthar. Ranthar. Ranthar!"

The drake's eyes snapped open. He rolled onto his feet, his head lolling as he panted from Christina's ministrations.

"The thing you did, with your paws...why?"

"To relieve you. To get myself out of your head, so that you can fly away without an erection to slap against your belly."

"It was--I never thought I'll--" he flinched when his gaze fell on Christina's breats.

Her eyes narrowed. "I already have a mate, one whose talons itch to find your neck. Having you around, a horny drake who wants nothing more than mate me, complicated things. I thought I'll give you one last parting kindness before..."

"You were the first who ever said that word and meant it," Ranthar said as he spread his wings and looked towards the sky.

"Wait, Ranthar, I changed my mind."

The dragon turned around to face her.

"I'll lead you away from human territory, show you where other feral dragons nest. You can travel with me and Vyr."

He cocked his head.

"As long as you mate me," she blurted out.

Her knees buckled at her outlandish request, but Ranthar seemed equally surprised. His wings fluttered slightly, and he kept stomping his front paws, as if he wanted to fly away at a moment's notice.

"The gryphon's your mate, and if there's anything I learned from my human tribe, is that gryphons take mates for life."

"You're not going to be my mate," Christina said. "Only the male who fills me with a more fertile seed than Vyr's."

Ranthar backed away, his shoulders slumped. "I never heard of my kind mating yours. Whatever you speak of is--"

"True," Christina added. "It's just words, myths, meant to keep us apart from one another." She placed a paw on the drake's snout and stroke him once, twice. "We're dragons. We can mate one another, and your seed will give me a clutch. It has to."

Ranthar's hazel eyes sparkled with lust, and his flared nostrils sucked in her scent. He wanted her, even if his mind fought against it.

"As soon as my heat ends, you can stop mating me, if my request bothers you."

"It's not your request, but the desperation in your voice that bothers me," Ranthar said. "I can't distinguish truth from lie, trap from safe ground. My humans did that for me, and my humans are all dead thanks to you and your mate."

"You were a slave to them!" Christina shot.

"Follower, slave. Is there a difference?"

Christina slid her paw down his jaw, caressing its smooth surface. "I'll teach you, as long as you keep your end of the bargain."

"Beware of dragons. Dragons are dangerous. They were the first words my soon to be Rider taught me," Ranthar said as he dug his snout into Christina's breasts, humming in delight. "He made me hate my kind before I even knew what the word 'hate' meant. Said they left my egg to rot because of the darker color."

"And you believed them?" Christina asked, her jaws tight to suppress a giggle.

"I believed the one who fed me, taught me how to hunt, raised me. Wouldn't you?"

"I never believed anyone, not even myself." She let go of Ranthar to spread her wings. "Let's fly before my mate comes searching for us."

Ranthar flew at her side, his poise majestic, his tail straight, his eyes fixated on her. "You said humans found you, raised you. Were they bandits? Same as my tribe?"

"Farmers," Christina said, her voice low. It felt good to fly along a fellow dragon who had the innate talent to distinguish even a whisper amidst a hurricane. "They worked me harder than my brothers, and that's because I wanted it. Whoever had the courage to rescue an orphan from the gutters deserved more than my gratitude."

"Good humans?" Ranthar inquired.

"Some of the best. It's why I left them, to keep them from going too far to find me a mate."

"Your kind comes from the mountains as well?"

Christina sighed. "I don't know. Never met any other dragon before."

Her features hardened when the forest thinned ahead. Vyr's shriek already filled the skies, but her mate had the courtesy to stay put and bristle at Ranthar once they landed.

"You granted him freedom, and that's how he repays you? By breaking your trust?"

"I asked him to follow us."

"For a good reason, I'm sure," Vyr curled into a ball and tucked his head under a wing.

"Do not dare approach us," Christina said to Ranthar before walking up to her mate. He stretched his wing for her, pulled her to his chest with his talons and shut his wing over them.

"You're my mate, Christina, so I won't question your reasoning." He rubbed his cheek against her shoulders, cooing. "Do what you have to do, then banish him."

"To mate," Christina said, her voice grave. "He has to mate me."

Vyr didn't bristle, nor screech, nor tackle Ranthar. He only fixated a leaf-green eye on her. "Why?"

"His draconic seed is my only hope at raising a clutch."

"Of dragons," Vyr emphasized. "Not gryphons."

"Does it matter? Were I the male and you the female, we would have raised gryphons." She licked across Vyr's beak. "It's love that matters, not species. My human family raised me into the dragoness that I am. We'll do the same with our clutch."

"Of feral dragons," Vyr said as he returned the affection by dabbing his smooth beak at her silken crevice. "They're wild beings, driven by instinct. Does feral seed even quicken inside a bipedal dragon?"

"It does, especially when she's in heat," Christina said, then gasped when Vyr brushed his beak against her sensitive lips. "All he has to do is mate me--agh," she cried. Her grip tightened around Vyr's neck, and she gripped one of his velvety ears. They were so warm, so smooth.

"We're not mates," Christina mumbled through a gasp. You are. He's just a cock with the right seed."

Vyr lifted his juice-coated beak to face her. "Can you do it now?" There was no kindness in his request, no sympathy, which was to be expected from a gryphon. No mate should ever watch his chosen one couple with another.

Christina blinked back the haze of bliss and wobbled onto her feet. "That why you did the thing your beak?"

"Male gryphons sometimes rub themselves against the females."

Christima smirked. "Dragons do more than rubbing each other. Ranthar!" She called.

The dragon swayed towards them, already erect from Christina's tantalizing scent. "I want you to mate me, but not before I say so."

Vyr rolled onto his side with a puzzled squeak, but Christina raised a hand to stop him. "On your back, silly featherhead, else you brush away your bandages."

Once on his back, Christina had easy access to his erect cock. She went to her knees, trapped his tail between them, then grabbed both of his hind paws to rub his soft pads. Vyr tensed up at her pleasant treatment, and so did his member. It left its sheath in its entirety from the arousing dabs of his beak into her pussy, up to the impressive bulge his knot was.

Christina licked her lips in anticipation. She never sucked off a male before, and even though the gryphon's tapered cock was a matching fit for her maw, the knot it ended with gave Christina pause. She chanced a look at Ranthar, who took his position behind her, then back at Vyr. His head splayed on the side, and his toes flexed restlessly in her grasp. He wanted it. Needed it.

Christina swallowed the lump in his throat, then went down on Vyr.

His head shot upwards, and claws poked out of his hind paws as his cock pulsated in her maw with erratic throbs. Christina wrapped her elongated tongue around his length to pull him deeper inside, squeezing his paws as she did. That only flared Vyr's lust. His hindquarters buckled under the wet warmth surrounding his sensitive flesh, and several muffled caws left his beak. His tail tried to jerk free from between Christina's knees, but she held him tighter.

He wasn't going to escape, not before he surrendered his essence to her.

She moved her head up and down in slow patterns, wrapping her lips tight around him at first, loosening as he slid more of his cock into her maw. Once she reached his knot, she brushed her tongue against his smooth length, making him quiver and squirm under her teasing strokes. Vyr's strong coppery taste stimulated her senses as well. That made her grope for more of his salty meat, to suckle on it when it filled her maw, then swallow his rich taste as she pulled out.

She did that several times, taking him in up to his shivering knot, before he began thrusting inside her maw. His knot pushed into her lips, trying to snake its way through as several jets of pre tickled the back of Christina's throat. She swallowed the thin strands of aqueous liquid hard, then stiffened and pulled back up to Vyr's tip when something smooth, wet, warm ran along her nether lips. It happened again, and again, until Christina spat out Vyr's throbbing cock and hissed at Ranthar. He had his snout lowered between her thighs, his tongue dabbing at her slick folds.

She nodded at him to continue, and steeled herself when his snout pressed tight against her folds to inhale her scent. He released a drawn-out whimper, then moved forward to straddle her and push that grey dragonhood straight into her pussy.

Christina roared in unison with Ranthar as his cock plunged inside her heat-stricken depths, too fast and too much. The fiery pleasure cut off her breath for a moment, during which Christina's toes shivered with ecstatic bliss. Unlike Vyr's tapered cock, Ranthar was a perfect fit. His blunt tip parted her clenched muscles slow enough to make her shiver from the pleasure flooding her body, and the ridges surrounding his base caressed her folds with the most enticing of strokes.

Her pussy squeezed him, hard enough to draw a curt, moaning growl from him. Even his length was perfect, reaching all the way up to her innermost sanctuary. She rocked her hips, pleading him to continue his ministrations while she took in the squirming gryphon into her maw a second time.

Tending to her mate was an arduous task while Ranthar pounded her harder and faster by the second. Christina couldn't even moan--Vyr's cock filled her maw up to the brim, and, with each of his terse jerks, more pre flooded her mouth. She did her best to keep her movements aligned with her mate's thrusts to stir his lust, yet her own peak approached, and so did Ranthar's. The dragon's thighs clamped down upon hers, hard enough to hold her still for the incoming strokes.

Christina's snout wrinkled when Ranthar's knot slammed against her folds, harder with each stroke. His ridges stimulated her insides past the point of no return, and the jerks of his cock inside her made her walls constrict and loosen around him. Arousal gushed out of her in thin spurts, pushing past Ranthar's cock and splashing against his knot. The dragon's talons drove into the ground as he roared his lust to the skies. He was close, so close. Christina felt it in the throbs of his cocks, the tight flares his ridges became as they swelled with climactic purpose.

And, to top it all off, Vyr began to cum in her maw.

Christina swallowed a mouthful of thick gryphon fluids, then another, and another as Vyr broke into a fit of keening cries. His hindquarters lurched, shoving the knot so hard against her lips Christina had no choice but to take it all in. She gagged for a moment as the gryphon's tapered tip pushed all the way into her throat, then breathed through her flared nostrils when Vyr's knot sealed her mouth. She squeezed his paws as hard as she could, urging him to release his burdening essence against her slick, fleshy tongue.

He didn't just spill his seed; he shot it out of his writing member in great spurts. Christina swallowed his thick, creamy seed; she suckled on his cock until his knot pushed out of her maw along with a river of his surplus seed. Christina gasped for air...

Then roared as Ranthar pushed his knot through her trembling lips. Her vision blurred from the intensity of her orgasm, and her back arched when his knot began to pulsate.

Then, he came, so hard Christina hit her peak instantly. She crashed upon Vyr's belly, next to his still gushing cock as Ranthar tapered off inside her. Christina rode out her orgasm in unison with him, wincing whenever he shot a strand of draconic seed straight into her innermost sanctuary. His knot not only stretched her past her limits, but also flared her orgasm to peaks previously unexplored.

And it lasted for so long! By the time Ranthar dismounted her, Christina panted with the toll of mating. Her numb tongue dashed across her snout to clean Vyr's remaining seed, and her drooping gaze regarded him with renewed fondness.

"We did it," she whispered to his perked ears. "We'll have a clutch to rise."

Ranthar wobbled away from her, his retreating erection dangling between his legs. He threw her a few glances, to which Christina flicked her tail and nodded her appreciation. That made the dragon dip his head in return before he leaped on the upper bank of the river and curled into a ball.

"Do female dragons truly take their mates into their mouths?" came Vyr's soothing voice.

Christina threw him a look. "What did I just do, silly featherhead?"

Vyr rolled back onto his belly and took her under his wing. "Something that I never expected, or imagined. Something that carried me to the tallest peak of my pleasure."

Christina chuckled as she pressed her back tight against Vyr's side. "Don't take the dragon peaks in derision. Some of us nest so high up there a gryphon's feathers would freeze before he reaches the cave."

"You reaching your peak is enough for me, my mate, no matter the male who carries you up there." His chin settled onto her breasts, soft chirps fleeing from his beak.

"You're awfully kind for a gryphon," Christina said. She stroked her mate's cheek and brow, listening to the thrum rumbling in his throat.

"Only while you're in heat," Vyr taunted.

Christina chuckled at that, at the smoothness in his voice. Could he--did he really mean it? Female gryphons knew no other cock but for their mate's. For a female gryphon to go about, mating other males with her mate's blessing...

She shrugged at that. She wasn't a female gryphon, nor could she carry Vyr's eggs. Ranthar was their only chance at a clutch, and her mate knew it.

Yes. That had to be the reason Vyr suddenly grew lenient.

"How did it feel, to mate your own?" Vyr asked.

Christina pondered upon the question hard, and long after Vyr's thrum ended and his eyelids twitched from the dream he was having. She had tried finding the proper words to describe it, yet none came even close.

It felt perfect.

That night, she dreamt of being swollen with both of Vyr's and Ranthar's eggs. She sat in a lush gryphon nest, her head rested on Vyr's haunch while Ranthar rolled the eggs pumping out of her into two distinct piles, thrumming with joy. Christina put on a pained smile as she pushed another egg out of her. An ivory one, mottled with brown. A gryphon's egg! And the one that followed was long and narrow, coated with slick sheen and beribboned with thin, white veins on a too smooth green surface. Definitely a dragon's egg.

Ranthar licked it clean of the slime before his tongue rolled up her belly, along her breasts and snout. "You're exhausted, dear mother. Rest while we keep them warm."

Both of the males tucked their eggs to their chests, Vyr rolling them under his silken feathers and Ranthar breathing hot air upon them.

"I'm not tired," Christina protested. "The eggs. I want to see them, to hold them."

She didn't feel anything; no pain, nor fatigue. Only an overwhelming sense of accomplishment that flooded her to the point where tears burst into her eyes.

She got onto her feet, took a step towards a squawking Vyr...

And woke up under his wing, with a too flat belly and no eggs to hold. She dabbed her finger pads at her slimy cheeks, found them wet with tears, and wiped them quickly before crawling from under Vyr's wing.

The fresh breeze of predawn, laden with moisture, greeted her, along with a muffled squeak and a thump.

Ranthar?

The slate drake had his tail curled around a haunch, one hind paw dug into the sand while the other kicked at the air feebly. His forepaws scratched at his chest lightly, and his neck stretched to its limits for his tongue to barely dab at his erect member with its smooth, forked tip.

"What are you doing?"

Ranthar stiffened. A curt moan escaped him as he rolled onto his belly, then shifted onto his haunches when the coarse sand kissed his too sensitive member. He grimaced at that and licked his snout several times.

"It's my scent, isn't it?"

He nodded and licked his snout again.

Christina sighed. "Fly away. Hunt something."

He whimpered and chanced a look at his erection.

Christina thrust her hands into her hips and cocked her head. "Then wait until it goes away. What did you hope to accomplish anyway?"

"The same thing you did to your mate last night," he said while shifting his weight from one pair of limbs to the other. "With your--your maw."

His member lurched with needy throbs, glistening with pre under the young orange light of the morning sun. It stood longer than Christina's forearm, with a knot thicker and broader than her own thigh. Yet the drake's serpentine neck was too short, and his member too far down his belly to allow him to pleasure himself.

"Try your paws."

Ranthar loosened a mellow growl. His tail flicked upwards as his member jerked against the smooth, light grey scales of his belly. "It...it feels wrong, and it hurts." His snout thrust forward. "Would you like to mate?"

"Not until the sun is high in the sky, and my stomach is full, and last night's seed quickens in my womb," she said, yet the warm shudder rippling down her spine begged to differ. She went to caress Ranthar's snout to distract herself, only to have his snout gently push on her shoulder.

"But your scent--it's so rich, so full of want." He lifted his forepaw to caress her thighs and to gently push at her hips to rotate her slightly.

Christina grabbed his paw with the intention to dislodge it from her hip, then paused when Ranthar's snout hovered in front of her breasts, his tongue flicking over her tight pink nipples while his hazel eyes stared into hers. The same love and kindness stared back at her, the one she felt in her dream.

"Stay put, don't thrust, and don't even dare licking me down there," she said before going down on her knees to trudge under the dragon's belly and up to his member. As soon as she took his bobbing tip in her maw, Ranthar's cock jerked. He buried half of his length through her tight snout, roaring his need as he thrust feebly into her maw.

The dragon whined, even mewled before his tone thickened to a rumbling growl. His hips buckled, shuddered, then began thrusting more of his length into her maw with renewed vigor.

Christina's eyes widened. She wrapped her tongue tight around his stiff rod, trying to hold it still while her hands worked on the fleshy ridges and the bulbous knot at his base. That only made his strokes pick up as Ranthar immersed himself in the throes of his pleasure, regardless of which hole he fucked. As long as it was slick, warm and tight, the dragon thrust, paused, retreated, only to thrust again.

Christina took more of him into her maw, until her lips lodged tight behind one of his ridges. With so much dragon cock in her maw, all Christina felt was his tightness, his rich and smooth taste flooding her senses, and her damp pussy clenching around nothingness.

"Mate...your mate..." Ranthar blurted through his growling cries. Christina ignored them as she continued to knead at the dragon's knot and suckle on his impressive member. Aqueous pre shot against the base of her tongue, forcing Christina to gulp it down and accommodate a second ridge. She caressed them with her lips, making Ranthar tense as pleasure spiked through his frame.

Christina snorted at how fast Ranthar began his climactic ascent. His knot already began to swell in her paws, and his jerks grew feeble, barely noticeable. Only a couple more strokes of her tongue, a tighter squeeze around his knot, and he would...

A throaty moan burst through Christina's throat when something tight, slick and tapered pushed straight into her pussy. She squeezed her eyes shut and almost bit Ranthar's sensitive flesh when furred haunches clenched around hers to keep her in place. Feathers kissed her fluttering wings, and a gryphon's cry overpowered Ranthar's moan as her mate began pounding her with terse, mighty strokes.

Don't do that, the seed; your seed will wash away Ranthar's fertile one, Christina wanted to say, but all she managed was a chortle. Ranthar's cock still filled her maw, and pushing him out was not an option when tremors wracked his frame. His member swelled inside her maw, so much her cheeks puffed up. His ridges grew rock-hard, and his knot shoved past her hands and slipped inside her maw with a wet plop as Ranthar loosened his first jet.

Christina gulped it down instantly, her lips sealed by Ranthar's throbbing cock. It prevented her from spitting and forced her lips to press tighter against his sensitive ridges. More seed followed, along with weak throbs from his entrapped member. Christina had to catch his savory seed on the base of her tongue before swallowing, least she choked on the vast amounts of draconic fluids. She swallowed as much as she could before she spat his shrinking length out to roar her own orgasm.

Vyr's knot lodged inside her, pulsing faintly in unison with each jet of seed he loosened inside her clenched depths. Christina crashed on her elbows, still kneading at Ranthar's cock while Vyr tapered off inside her.

Once spent, the dragon backed away, leaving thin rivulets of seed in his wake from his still spurting cock.

"Why did you--why did you do this?" She growled, her throat tight and her maw numb and throbbing from Ranthar's impressive length.

"You wet yourself from thighs to toes, and the way your lips shivered with want..." Vyr plunged his knot deeper inside Christina with a mighty thrust, making her cry out in pure ecstasy.

"I had to relieve you."

He did more than that. He filled her to the brim with thick gryphon seed that made Christina's heart flutter when the dream from last night flashed through her mind.

Maybe, just maybe, his seed would quicken as well.

***CHAPTER 2***

"So you're certain no gryphon happened upon this cave?" Christina asked as she stepped into the dimly lit cavern. Torches lined along the walls, thrust into crude sconces hewn into the rock itself. Judging from the stale air, their flame extinguished a few weeks back, perhaps longer.

"Quite sure," Ranthar confirmed. He entered the cave as well, weaving through the narrow corridors with practiced dexterity. He bent, twisted, even shifted onto two legs to sneak through a thinning gap that led into a large, circular section. "My tribe wasn't fond of gryphons, and gryphons aren't fond of dragons."

"Your tribe enslaved you, inflicted those scars upon you, and yet you still call them such," Vyr said. He stood on his haunches at the entrance of the cave and shook his head when Christina motioned him to follow.

"My scars are my own, mate of Christina."

"I know the mark of swords and whips when I see them," Vyr pressed on. "They were nothing but bandit scum whose only purpose was to die. Why defend them? They're all dead," he shrieked and flapped his wings twice to emphasize his point. "Do the dead frighten you such?"

Christina's fists tightened, half expecting Ranthar to snap at Vyr. Instead, the slate drake flicked his tail invitingly, flexing his wings in the vast, damp, angular space.

"I hatched for them. I lived with them. I fought their battles for them," Ranthar's smooth voice echoed through the cavern. "I had known them for a lifetime, mate of Christina. It may take just as much for your words to convince me of their wrongdoings."

He turned around, sat on his haunches, and looked around the grand antechamber. "This cave sheltered my whole tribe. There is enough room for all of us. No need to stay outside."

"I will take the first watch," Vyr said. He turned around, sat on his haunches like a stoic guardian, and said no more.

Christina released her pent-up sigh and followed Ranthar into the grand antechamber. His tribe of rogues did well for them. Lavish tapestries covered the cold walls, the upper ones embroidered with gold and silver thread. Up there, a few feet away from Christina, the air grew warmer, and dry enough to preserve the quality of the materials used. In contrast, the jagged walls sweated, the lower furs and hides dripping with moisture, oozing the stale scent of mold that filled the caverns.

Ranthar also carried chairs and recliners up here, along with a square table and an oblong one. Their mugs and wooden platters still filled their scratched wooden surface, and in the corner of the square table lied a set of dice, cards and tiny, stone carved figures. They had used Ranthar to carry all of those empty bottles, demijohns and wine barrels to get drunk up here instead of down there. Disgusting creatures...

She didn't say that to Ranthar. Unlike Vyr, Christina grew up with a human family. She had shared their meals, sowed the fields with her human brothers, cared for them when they were sick so that, in turn, they cared for her. The homely appearance of the cavern reminded her of the talent humans had for turning even the darkest corner of the world into a pleasant habitat to live in.

"The game of dice and stone figures is called Khajnetz. They grab the dice and--"

"I know what Khajnetz is," Christina said as she flicked her wrist dismissively. "My father made the habit of losing his earnings on it more often than any human has the right to."

Ranthar let out a rumbling chuckle, in spite of the stark emptiness of his home. "Strange, these humans. To own something valuable and to toss it out on a whim. My tribe did that with their coin, but not with their shinies."

Christina perked her ears. "Shinies?"

Ranthar's tail tip wrapped around her arm, and he led her into a small, squat room, filled with sacks of clothing, swords, spears, and intricately carved boxes of jewels. Christina's eyes widened, and her hands rushed forward to open one such box and cradle the sapphire inlaid golden necklace to her chest.

"Ranthar, this is--all of this is--" she stammered. Her heart thundered in her chest, and her nostrils flared as she drew in deep, excited breaths.

"Sparkling metal. Pleasant to the eyes, but useless."

He left her alone to sift through the treasure and feast her eyes upon the jewels that could pay off Vyr's freedom. With the emerald signet she clutched, she could buy herself a Crimson Cloak and join the ranks of the city patrol. Add an amethyst encrusted pendant and a lavish silver medallion, and she could buy a nest for her and her mate in the great Eyrie itself. A fistful of these trinkets weighed Vyr's freedom, in all of the four kingdoms.

No more sleeping at the fringe of the villages. No more moldy nests. No more humans pestering them with the rigors of their kingdom and their etiquette. They could be free, truly free, both of them.

"If only I was a human..." Christina said under her breath. The words clutched her heart in a vicious grip, one that ceased only when she allowed the jewelry to clatter on the cold, stone floor. She stepped away from the storage room, took in a deep breath, swallowed to wet her parched throat, and padded over to Ranthar, who crashed in a bedding of fur bearing his shape.

"Returned empty handed?"

"I'm a dragon. I only have what the others give me. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Why? You lived among the humans. You're walking on two legs, wearing their clothes, speaking their tongue."

You lived among humans as well, and look where that got you, Christina wanted to say, but thought better of it.

"That doesn't make me one of them. I'm a dragon, and I deserve to be treated like a dragon."

"And how do the people outside my tribe treat dragons?" Ranthar lifted a haunch to allow her to curl next to his belly, but Christina wiggled a finger.

"A bit better than a slave." She stared at his light grey slit, noticing the spasms rippling through his soft underbelly scales. He was growing with desire, and Christina barely manage to glimpse the tip of his shaft before his wing concealed it from view.

"I own only what I am given, and no merchant will ever accept jewelry from a dragon. They will assume it's stolen on the spot. That's what usually happens when we're few and they are many. The majority gets to decide who is right, and who is wrong." Her voice grew harder, sharper, more bitter with each word she spoke. She had convinced Ranthar of how nefarious his tribe of bandits had been, and yet, she fared no better than him. Bandits or not, humans were still human, stubborn and weak, clinging to unintelligible rules scribbled on ancient stones by their ancestors.

Ranthar shifted in his nest of furs and hides due to his growing problem. He tried to cover it behind an inquisitive gaze as his snout inched forward, but Christina knew better than that. Those nostrils didn't flare due to his curiosity; they drew in her pleasant scent, flaring his instincts and making him throb harder and harder.

"You freed me from the humans. Promised to lead me to the Dragon Peaks. Leave your ties behind and follow your own advice," he said through soft, needy whimpers. His mellow sounds tugged at her chest; they urged her fingers to grab the seams of her dark leather leggings and apply a slight pressure on them, enough to slide them down an inch or two.

She stopped when the pressing thought of returning to the city returned to her mind. It banished every trace of desire from her, replacing it with an impending sense of urgency. If some other fool dared claim her reward for the bandit clan she and Vyr slew...

"I can't forsake the city, my partnership with the humans. My mate depends on it." Christina thrust a finger at Ranthar. "Stay here. You will just make things easier if you don't."

Ranthar dipped his head in approval. "Their crest is..." he trailed off when Christina ripped off a tapestry that showed two acorns on a golden field. Bigger bandit clans such as them had their own crest, a mockery to the kingdoms they defied. Once it rested under her armpit, Christina strode over to the entrance with a heavy heart and an even heavier head.

"Did you mate with him?" Vyr asked without even looking at her.

"No."

"You should have. Two days you'll spend without his seed."

"I had enough seed in me the previous night to bear ten clutches by now. It's enough."

"It's never enough," Vyr said with a strangely calm voice. "Your heat only comes every two years, and lasts for a fortnight. We have an eternity to spend together and mate, whereas Ranthar's mating days are limited."

He spoke with such fervor. Tingles crept through Christina's hide at the sound of his majestic voice, making her ears flatten and her shoulder droop in regret at not heeding his request. Although he proved reluctant at first, Christina had no doubt that Vyr wanted to raise this clutch as much as she did, perhaps even more.

"I can go back and..." her words trailed off when Vyr's feathery neck filled her arms. She embraced him, running her fingers through his fine, burgundy feathers, listening to his soft, alluring chant.

"Don't. His lust will keep him from leaving the cave."

Christina smiled at that. She trailed her hand across his brow, all the way up to a twitching ear. Touching the tuft of fur always made Vyr shake his head and screech in annoyance from the sudden tickling sensation.

"You sound quite certain of that," she said sheepishly.

"Why, beloved mate, do you think I spent two years of my life with you? To kill bandits and cuddle?"

"You were fine with it for the most part."

"Until you took hold of a wounded gryphon's senses after a great battle, bent over, and made him forget about every ache and throb." He rubbed his cheek against hers, trilling happily, and used a forepaw to direct Christina into the feathery sanctuary of his chest. She indulged him, if only because the air grew crisp and cold up here, three thousand feet above the ground.

The ledge they sat on made for a convenient landing platform for any flier, although the clearing down below disturbed Christina. Lack of vegetation made this cave easy to spot, which made it a wonder no gryphon Rider ended the bandits in their home, after a heavy drinking session.

"It would have taken several more heat seasons for you to make up your mind. It seemed appropriate, to speed things up. Besides," she said while scratching the fluff under his chin, "You grew hard every night we rested together."

"I don't recall it. You know quite well that gryphons fall asleep in mere moments and wake up before the sun does." So he said, yet the shifting tone of his voice suggested otherwise.

"Mmmm." Christina planted a wet, long, passionate kiss along his beak. "I wonder what you busied yourself with until I roused to my senses. Something to make your meat grow soften, maybe?"

"I kept you fed, protected, covered from the wind, and yet you doubt me," Vyr said, unable to contain his mirthful squeaks.

Christina used his moment of distraction to fall to one knee and glimpse his half erect member. Even now, on a ledge narrow, a thousand feet from the ground, her mate still craved for her. Before she could make a lewd remark, Vyr lied down on his side and shamelessly exposed himself, one twitching hind paw aloft.

"If you want a look, you have but say it. I'll never deny you anything."

"Anything?" Christina gave him a salacious smile, one that made Vyr gulp hard and emit a low, troubled moan. "Well, dear mate, I am very curious to find out how you took care of your growing problem."

Vyr rolled onto his belly, his emerald gaze evading her as his distressed squeaks picked up.

"A gryphon's word is his bond," Christina further teased him. "Indulge me."

"You're not a gryphon."

"I'm your mate."

"Still not a gryphon."

"Yet still the one you took as your mate for eternity," Christina said, barely able to keep her mirth in check. Cornering Vyr was the second most satisfying thing to mating with him.

Vyr conceded with a sharp, drawn-out caw. "Velvetleaves."

Christina perked her ears. "What does a plant have to..."

"It does. You tear those soft, pleasant leaves, gather them into a bundle, cup them in your forepaws, and stroke yourself with them."

"How comes I never saw traces of your lust?"

"I was careful," Vyr said with a flick of his tail. "Very careful. Didn't want to disturb you, to let my lust of you get between us."

"Oh, you shrewd featherhead," Christina drawled as she rested on her side besides him. She grabbed his beak, placed it on top of her chest, and stared into those leaf green pools. "Your addiction to velvetleaves made me lie to you countless times. Or well, I didn't lie," she corrected herself before an elegant smirk spread across her lips. "I've always told you that I go relieve myself, and that's exactly what I did. With my fingers, of course," she added when Vyr cawed in surprise.

"Can I watch you relieve yourself?"

She kissed his beak. "Only if you show me that velvetleaves trick of yours."

"You ask too much."

"I offer more." Her wink gave Vyr pause. Instead of confronting her, he shifted onto his limbs and looked ahead, trying his best to keep his erection in check no doubt.

"Mating is more effective at making it go away than staring at the sky."

"Not with him in the same cave."

"What about here?"

"Too windy."

"Some males can't afford to be picky. They prefer to take the female when she's ready for them, because there is no knowing when she might decline them."

"I...it's not that, Christina," Vyr said, his expression suddenly wistful. "Our nest is only a day of flight away, the one place where I dreamed of mating you every single night."

Christina didn't reply. She jumped from the ledge, and arched her tail forward to motion Vyr to follow her. "Then why are we spending time on a bloody ledge?" She shouted into the wind, relishing its caress and the freedom it offered.

Vyr took off after her. In just two broad flaps, she reached her, and steadied into a glide under her to allow Christina to latch onto his back and ride him. Although she disliked doing that a great deal, there was no denying that a feral gryphon like him far surpassed her speed and endurance. More so, his desire to mate made his wings beat harder and faster than ever before. No matter how often Christina kicked her heels to urge him to stop, Vyr didn't, not until the fires of the city loomed before them.

He landed in a clearing on the outskirts of a village, tensing up at the distant barks of the dogs.

"The sun barely settled. That makes it half a day of flight," he said, his head held high.

Christina punched his shoulder. "Smug bastard. Now you'll fall asleep in seconds and forget about the very thing that motivated you to push yourself past your limits."

"You're in heat Christina, and I always want to mate you. That's my secret."

Secret, he called it, when a male's erection was always quite obvious. If Vyr didn't exhaust himself, he would have been hard right now.

Better that he isn't. You don't want anybody to know you took your own gryphon for a mate. The day that happens is the day you get tossed in the Wailing Cells and Vyr is chained to the ground to fight in the Gryphon Pits.

This thought troubled Christina for the better part of today. It stole her mirth, replacing it with a growing apprehension. The city of Stoneveil looming before them amplified it, as did the gaze of the villagers who were still outside of their thatched huts. The waning light forced most of them indoors, while a select few tended to their gardens, sat on the porch to sip their drinks, or gathered the dried clothes off the ropes stretching between their trees.

Their fugitive glances dashed from Christina, to Vyr, to something else that they found more interesting than the pair. The dogs, used to the countless gryphons and riders that crossed this dusty road daily, looked at her with practiced nonchalance, while the young ones did not even pause to ask Vyr his name, like they had used to do in the past. Nobody cared about gryphons and their riders anymore, and Christina liked it this way, more than she cared to admit to her mate.

One good thing came from arriving at the gates of Stoneveil during evening. No carts on the roads, no people milling about, and no rowdy villagers to yell platitudes at Vyr. The recently mated pair made its way through the winding paths of the village, looking at the great ebony wall rising up ahead with its rune etched double gate. A few towers rose on the sides, tucked between villager huts, manned by a pair of archers and an Arcanist. The village served as both a barricade meant to slow down attackers and as an artificial gateway to gauge newcomers. More often than not, if the villagers didn't like your mug and raised a worthy clamor, you would have been either imprisoned or killed on the sight, depending on how vocal the locals decided to get. A most ridiculous set of rules, yet necessary, as the humans kept insisting.

Christina gripped a fistful of Vyr's burgundy plumes as they strolled towards the runed gate. Every thirty feet, mounted up the sixty feet tall wall, tucked behind the battlements, stood the Quills, arcane-enhanced ballistae that shot darts of pure magical energy at any flier that chose to make its entrance some other way than on foot.

The two arcanists guarding the gate recognized Christina, and activated the set of runes that made the gate ethereal for a short moment. As soon as the pair passed through it, the two arcanists resumed their eager chatter about Khajnetz and the tricks they learned from a drunken patron.

"I'm glad the coloring of my plumes still satisfies the villagers," Vyr tried to joke, yet it came out hoarse. His voice shuddered, as did his frame. Beings of the sky had the innate instinct to take flight during danger. Suppressing that urge was paramount for a life in Stoneveil, where taking flight at the wrong time often meant death. Vyr had had several years to get accustomed to it, yet the treks through the village still unnerved him.

"They care more about the dirt they step upon than us," Christina said, though her words failed to reassure Vyr.

They took upon the Gryphon Alley, a broad, cobbled street surrounded by various luxury shops. Ranging from leatherworkers to hatters and tasty rodents outdoor restaurants for the gryphons, Gryphon Alley had it all. The shopkeepers catered to every sort of extravagant taste, and they charged more dobloons than Christina made in her bandit runs.

Christina frowned at the several gryphons that waited in line at a saddlemaker's shop, their riders forever displeased with the texture, color, rigidity of the saddle. They argued, haggled, tried every trick in the book to either bring the price down or buy that one saddle that some other rider requested. Humans...

Vyr increased his pace, and Christina took his cue. They kept to the side of the street, away from the crowd spilling through the middle, an avalanche of colors and sounds. Gryphon Alley had quite the fancy architecture, with spiraling rooftops and fluorite bricks that glowed with faint amethyst nuances. The more they clambered towards the Aviary, the more simple the buildings became, until the shops gave way to the barracks sprawled onto a wide, circular area.

Ahead of them loomed Feathercrest Mountain, a jagged, colossal thing with an impressive girth punctured by an infinite number of gryphon nests and tunnels. Christina went to the clerk stationed in front of the barracks, behind a seemingly empty stall. The hum of magical energy and its resonance betrayed the identity of the concealment spell, though Christina paid no mind to it. She had no interest in the mess that would otherwise fill the stall.

"Here, fill this in and pour your memory into that bowl over there. Hang the proof on the rack by the side of the stall after you're done," he said with a nasal voice. It fit his short stature and squeaky words quite well.

Christina filled in the blank fields with her rank number, identity and status, signed for both Vyr and herself, hanged the tapestry on the rack, then thrust her hand through the shimmering liquid of the crystal bowl and focused on the dead image of the bandits. The surface of the liquid shifted to form the same picture, and the clerk nodded in approval.

"They wiped their ass with that rag? Gross fucks...Gvarn, burn that thing before the whole barracks smells like their buttholes," the clerk said as he produced a coin pouch from one of the many pockets of his surcoat. Smaller, thinner, and lighter than Christina anticipated.

"Thirty dobloons?" She inquired.

"Asking me? You too lazy to count your own money?" He shoved the pouch into her stretched out paw and turned around to register her mission in a meaty ledger.

"Wait. I would like to have this money go to my nest's rent and to my gryphon's freedom."

"No, you wait," the clerk said as he scribbled those short, unintelligible loops within the ledger. "That's the way of it, rider. Probably new to this damn thing, bringing me asscloth of some stinky bandits that nobody but a pair of boobs decided to chase after. Great service you did to Stoneveil, bipedal lizard or whatever the fuck you are."

Christina clenched her jaws to suppress any possible retort that might come out. She could have torn this dwarf's head off, his and the heads of the entire garrison if she wanted to. Humans made for poor sport, however, until the arcanists arrived...

"So," he said as he turned around. "You are who and depositing money for what?"

Christina gave her full name--a human name--which made the clerk throw a fit of harsh, squeaking laughter. "I don't--how did you even--the fool probably wondered how magenta cunt looks like and..." he trailed off to wipe the tears trailing across his ruddy cheeks, wrote her request down, and took her money. He counted them, chuckling to himself ever so often, while glancing at her groin.

"Twenty four. Shifting Page says you have a hundred and twenty six more dobloons to pay this month. Better kill something worthwhile or put that cunt to work in one of them exotic brothels."

"Twenty four? The bounty said thirty."

"It can be thirty if you gimme a look, a touch, and a thrust," the dwarf said with a lewd smile.

"You're missing half your teeth," Christina said as she turned around. "Smiling is something you should never attempt again."

"I smile the way I want to smile, you tight lizard cunt, and I'll smile even broader the day you come to choke on me cock for pay."

Christina snarled to herself, and nodded to Vyr to take flight. Her patience ran dry, so close to their home, and wasting one more word on that insolent midget meant delaying her sweet time with Vyr. He looked back at her, cawing uncertainly, but Christina caught up to him in a few heartbeats. Mid flight, she removed the amulet tucked between her breasts, allowing its hum to pinpoint the location of their nest. With so many pairs of gryphons and riders flying back and forth, the arcanists had to devise a sensible way to keep track of the nests they loaned. Amulets proved more convenient than nest keepers, and amulets weren't nearly as forgetful as them.

Caws, shrills, screeches and cries surrounded Christina. In the waning light of early evening, the coloring of the gryphons faded to the ubiquitous greys and blacks. They became tiny, moving stains in the sky, barely different from one another. Vyr slowed down to allow her to catch up, though Christina knew him well enough to know the reason of his jittery gaze. He said nothing, but she knew he wanted to join his kind, maybe engage in an aerial spar with one or two to impress his mate.

Christina told him to do so. The cacophonous caws of the gryphons drowned her voice, though, and the wetness between her thighs prevented her from saying that again. She wanted Vyr; she craved for his tightness to fill her, for his knot to plunge into her itching depths, for his moaning screech as he unloaded his passion into his mate.

The thought of it made her hide tingle and her toes to curl inwards. Her breaths became hard and slow, and her wings beat with renewed vigor as they approached their nest. Christina landed inside their den first, the dying buzz of the amulet confirming that it was, indeed, their nest she stared at.

It wasn't even a proper nest. More like a pile of hay and fluff tucked into a slim hole in the mountain, barely wide enough to allow the pair to walk side by side and quite shallow. The gusts of wind scattered most of the bedding in their absence, making Christina growl to herself. She strode towards the nest, but Vyr's leap beat her to it.

"You do that every time, as if your paws are any good at..." she trailed off as she watched him scoop the errant straw methodically. He worked with great care, restoring the nest to its former glory in mere moments.

"You were saying?" He gave her that cocky glare, which only served to quicken her blood and make her heart beat faster.

"If you had as much practice with keeping yourself out of trouble as you did with arranging our nest, maybe I wouldn't have to shout at you so often."

"You aren't shouting. You just emphasize your point with a more audible tone."

Christina chortled and waved him to make room for her. The damn bird already filled most of the nest with his majestic frame, leaving the thinner, outer portions of the nest to her. It wouldn't do, not when she wanted to lie down properly for him.

"Mmmmmm," Christina hummed. "The nest still has our scents imprinted upon it."

"It smells of your heat," Vyr said as she shifted onto his haunches to make room for Christina to clamber into the nest.

"And of your precum," Christina added mischievously, smirking. "You were harder than the stone under our feet, and I laid only a thrust away from you."

Vyr released a long, drawn-out moan. His warm gaze bespoke of both want and regret for not taking her sooner. Christina chose to ignore the latter. They had returned to their nest as mates. That was all that mattered.

Before he had the chance to reply, Christina grabbed his beak, scratching at the sensitive sides as she planted a kiss upon his brow. Then, she turned around, pushed her leggings down to her knees to reveal her swollen passage to him, lied down onto all fours, and lifted her tail high enough to give him the best view of what his mate had to offer.

"Aren't you going to shed the rest of your clothes?" Vyr asked, his voice rocking in unison with the throbs of his rapidly growing member. He swelled in the blink of an eye, his weight shifting back and forth to accommodate his pulsating length. So smooth, so slick, so thick towards the base, where it ended with the customary knot. Most of the bulge failed to push past his wan, fuzzy sheath, requiring a few thrusts into a female's pussy before it did.

"I'll do that once you are firmly lodged inside me if you'd like." She looked back at him, licked her snout in anticipation, and nodded to him to proceed. "Mate me hard, fast, like a gryphon would take his first female."

"Gryphons who take their first female start with slow, tantalizing thrusts. It's too much of an intense feeling, and our pleasure gets the best of us after a couple of strokes," Vyr corrected.

Christina smiled as she recalled her first mating with Vyr. It was the way he described it: short, sweet, and so intense she almost blacked out from the might of her orgasm. Her pussy shuddered at the mere thought of it, and tingles raced along her spine as her folds grew slicker with each breath she took. A curt moan escaped her when Vyr's beak connected with her wet crevice, the smooth surface rubbing against her sensitive flesh in a deliberate, alluring motion. Her perked ears picked up his hearty whiffs as her mate inhaled her sharp, bittersweet fragrance. It set him on edge, drawing a pleasant warble from his half parted beak.

Vyr drew back, clacking his beak several times as his limbs fell in on both of Christina's sides. The downy feathers of his chest pressed against her neatly folded wings, a warm, soothing presence that made the dragoness moan in delight. Every female dreamed of having a strong male's weight resting against their back, and Vyr's feathery bulk proved more comforting than a dragon's. His feathers molded along her magenta hide, his furred, feline haunches locked around hers in a tight yet gentle grip. His tail sought hers, embracing it in a fierce, passionate grip.

Every one of Vyr's muscles trembled with pent-up lust, yet he still hesitated in piercing her wet, exposed pussy.

"Do it," Christina urged him. She angled her head to the side to nuzzle his feathery neck. "Claim your mate."

He did. Christina's chin pressed tight against her chest as Vyr parted her thick, swollen lips with a curt thrust. His trill of delight filled her ears, just as his member filled her, inch by inch, parting her clenched muscles. To Christina's heat struck pussy, Vyr's gryphon cock felt as blissful as the first time, perhaps even better. Even though only a day passed since their last coupling, she still huffed, moaned, and clenched her teeth under Vyr's slow, fluid strokes.

"Mirrp, you are slick as a pond," Vyr said between three consecutive strokes. "Still tight, warmer than a gryphon, and--raaaaawk--mine. My mate. My only..." his voice shattered into a drawn-out moan as his back arched. His claws scraped at the stone floor for purchase, and his haunches shivered harder with every passing moment.

"Don't hold back, dearest. Cum--cum whenever you want to cum."

He wouldn't last long, and neither would she. Tucked in the safety of their nest, surrounded by their permeating scents and fond memories of nights spent in each other's embrace, the newly mated pair soared towards their climax faster than ever. Christina had dreamed of taking Vyr inside her countless times, and so did her mate. That only served to fuel their lust for each other, and to make her thighs rock against Vyr's haunches, smearing their combined fluids all over their twined tails.

Vyr's wings flexed. His thickening warble heralded his release, more than the streams of pre flooding her nether depths did. Her mate began to pound her faster, harder, his knot slapping against her stretched vent with lewd squelches. The repetitive motion of his most sensitive part brushing against her shivering lips flared Vyr's lust, to the point where his forepaws crossed over her chest and dragged her tight against his chest.

Christina half yelped, half moaned as her mate secured his female in his fierce grip. The talons of his forepaws cupped her breasts, caressing them with short, gentle strokes while his cock plunged in and out of her. A rush of arousal gushed from the depths of Christina's clenching tunnel, bearing a choking scent that made Christina gasp and Vyr screech from its potency. It ignited his mating instinct more than her clamping walls ever did, forcing the gryphon to practically squeeze Christina under his bulk as he thrust into her faster and harder.

Trapped under Vyr's feathery sanctuary, with his talons around her breasts and his chin resting on top of his shoulder, Christina felt safer and more loved than she ever did before. That warm feeling dispersed through her frame, making her thighs shudder and her tail rock against Vyr's furred pouch. Her mate didn't even notice her tail brushing against his orbs. So caught up was he in the frenzy of mating, that ramming his knot against her swollen pussy was all that mattered.

"Knot--knot me Vyr. Don't hold back for my--my sake. Cum if you have to," Christina stammered. That gallant bastard. His eyelids shivered from the toll of mating, and his swelling cock heralded his impending release. Gryphons usually spilled their seed after a successful knotting, but Vyr had been on edge since this very morning, and mating Christina in their own nest stoked his passion for her. He was about to cum, and yet, he insisted on doing it together with her. He deserved more than that, and Christina wasn't about to sit idly and let her mate's seed go to waste.

She slammed her thighs against his hindquarters, forcing his knot to push through her folds with a wet plop. Christina squeezed her eyes against the overwhelming pleasure that flooded her being. Stretched to her limits, with a tight knot lodged inside her, the dragoness couldn't help but hug Vyr's neck and whimper her release into the feathery embrace of his neck.

Vyr didn't even screech this time. His orgasm hit him so hard, the gryphon fell on his side, clutching his mate tight to his chest as his seed exploded into Christina's slick depths. Through bleary eyes, Christina watched the toes of his hind paws flex and curl inwards while his haunches bucked instinctively to secure his knot inside his mate. Vyr already did that; his bulge plugged her pussy, denying passage to the combined juices welling within Christina. The pressure exerted upon her shuddering walls only served to flare Christina's orgasm, forcing her to roar and growl and moan while she milked the throbbing length of her mate.

"It's too--it's too much," she huffed, her eyes wide from the great load Vyr put inside her. He still came in light spurts, his seed drenching her womb in a thick coating of creamy gryphon essence. "Vyr, you're too big. The seed--the pressure..." she trailed off as an irrational fear lodged within her mind.

Ranthar. Her thoughts ran to Ranthar, and to his perfect, draconic cock with a knot that was smaller and more accommodating than Vyr's. His excess seed had always washed across her thighs, whereas Vyr's knot made her feel stuffed and quite uncomfortable.

"Everything is as it should be, my hen," Vyr murmured in her ear as the toes of his hind paw gripped her arm, allowing him enough leverage to thrust inside her a few more times. "Every drop counts for a gryphon in heat."

"I'm not a gryphon," Christina hissed. With a lurch of her hips, she dislodged herself from Vyr's knot. Their combined juices overflowed in the absence of that thick, ruddy shaft, each spasm of her pussy pushing some of the thick gryphon seed out of her. Sudden relief washed through Christina, allowing her to draw in a deep breath. It stuck in her throat, however, as Vyr plunged his knot back into her, trilling in delight as he did.

Christina yelped at that, and smiled weakly to her mate. "Better now."

"Better?" Vyr lifted a haunch to reveal the mess they made. "All that seed, wasted. Why, Christina?"

In her dazed state after a satisfying orgasm, Christina said the first thing that popped into her head. "You came so hard. When Ranthar filled me the night before, his knot didn't--"

"Don't speak his name," Vyr screeched. "Not in our nest."

"Even though he is the one that is going to give us a cluch?"

"He's alone, in his cave, where he belongs. That's what he is, Christina. He's not here, snuggled next to his mate. I am." He emphasized his point by thrusting his haunches against her, slamming his cock deeper inside her.

Christina moaned, her overly sensitive insides clenching around Vyr, the curt motion drawing a deep, satisfied caw from him.

"You are, and I love you for it," Christina said. She turned around, ever so slowly, to face Vyr and press her chest against the gryphon's feathery one. "But you know how important he is to us. A young dragon, full of fertile seed. He is a rare find, Vyr, one that deserves our trust."

Vyr closed in the small distance between them to whisper into her ear. "Then why do we still mate, if his seed is the precious one?"

"Because that's what mates do. They mate." Christina tried to kiss him, but Vyr threw his head back to stare at the darkening sky.

"You are right. You always are. I just..." he paused to wrap a wing across her lean form. "For a male gryphon, to see his seed wasted, while another male's is--"

"Wasted?" Christina interrupted him. She shifted her thighs just enough to elicit another spurt from Vyr to make her point. "You're cumming inside me as we speak. Nothing is wasted."

Vyr conceded, letting out a soft chirrup. His beak rested on top of her right arm as his forepaws dragged her deeper into the smooth feathers of his chest. "I should pull out."

"No don't. Don't do that." Christina licked along the underside of his beak before staring into his emerald eyes. "I'll rest with you inside me, like proper mates should."

"Gryphons never do that."

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Christina said with a swaying, playful tone. "I'm not a gryphon."

Vyr trilled in agreement. His shaft throbbed ever so slightly inside Christina, summoning forth thin jets of seed. It kept Christina light headed, trapped in a faded state of bliss, halfway between an orgasm and a state of constant arousal. Every fiber within her body felt spent, drained of energy. As much as she loved her heightened state, it also drained her, to the point where she fell asleep before she even knew it.

Later that night, she woke up to Vyr's screeching cries. Her mind numb and her eyes heavy, Christina blinked hard and fast to try and understand the reason for Vyr's distress. It all became clear in a moment when tall shapes surrounded her, wearing surcoats with the same crossed acorns over a golden field like the bandits she had killed. Bandits, that she had killed!

Before she could understand what was going on, the men reached towards her with brutish hands, holding her tight while a spindly man garbed in azure, flowing robes turned to face her. He had gaunt features, a graying short beard, and the cold sapphire eyes of a mage. An arcanist! A full fledged arcanist!

Sudden strength flowed through Christina as her instincts roused. She flapped her wings to knock down the bandits around her, lashed out with her talons to draw deep gashes across the arms of the two men who held her in place, jumped onto her feet, and whipped her tail at the Arcanist. Out of reach.

She lunged at him, then crashed to the ground. Her vision whirled, and her stomach quailed as overwhelming weakness spread through her frame. Stars speckled her vision, making the arcanist fade into a sea of green and purple dots.

"Dragons. How delightful. It only takes the most basic of spells to snuff out your dormant, magical energy," he said, his voice deep and calculated.

"Fock 'er good, you spindly bastard. We hired you to incapacitate her for good," the rough, callous voice of one of the thugs came from behind. Christina tried to turn her head around, but every movement felt taxing, more demanding than anything she ever did.

"Let him do his job gancho," another bandit said with a sharp, squeaky voice. "Be focking glad he's with us."

"Glad?" The previous bandit barked. "Focking raked me arm, she did, when this blasted arcanist could have done his job better."

"I am doing my job," the arcanist said, his eyes aflame with sapphire tints. "I had to wait until she woke up to take full control of her magical energy. Told you rascals how this works, but you had to go ahead and play humans against a dragon."

"The fock did you do to her anyway?" the one with the squeaky voice asked. "Same as the gryphon?"

"Worse," the arcanist said, then strolled over to his white, imperial gryphon.

"Why worse?" Squeaky voice insisted.

"Because of reasons you wouldn't understand," the arcanist clambered into the tawny saddle with flowing elegance for one his age. "Get her to the dragon. Unlike the gryphon, I twisted her magical energy in such way that her mind retains its lucidity and doesn't drift in a dream-like sleep. And fucking bring Jeorg next time. Nethermancers are the ones who use their own magical energy to draw runes. I'm only good at destroying beings from inside out by corrupting their very magical energy. You two get that straight if you want to last in this business."

He urged his gryphon forward, and off he was. Christina followed him with the corners of her eyes until he vanished for good. Vyr. Where was Vyr? All she could see was the dark gryphon of the bandits, a bird with torn and ruffled feathers who filled her hazy gaze. Christina looked up at him, and tried to say something. Her tongue, just like the rest of her body, was thoroughly numb, and her vision began to spin only a moment after. She scrunched her eyes shut, gasping for breath, then gagging as her last meal threatened to make its way up her throat. Christina swallowed hard, then clenched her jaws, waiting for the overpowering nausea to subside.

It barely did. Everything throbbed, and everything hurt. Her temples pounded, and her heart thundered in her chest, a steady thump thump thump that filled her ears.

"Gives me the chills, he does," squeaky voice said. "You sure this focking two legged lizard will give us eggs?"

"One way to find out. We'll let Beast fock her till her womb is close to bursting with his seed. That'll get Brom and Jeorg their eggs, and us the coin," his partner said.

"We should take the eggs for ourselves. Better than coin." A sharp squeak escaped the bandit when his partner elbowed him straight in the three gashes Christina drew along his arm with her claws.

"You take what you get, useless brother, unless you want Brom to turn you into fine bone powder. Get the rest of the boys to sell the gryphon, and let me do the hauling."

His useless brother, the one with the squeaky voice, scampered past the dark gryphon and descended into the tunnels connecting the nests. The burly bandit remained with Christina. He stepped in front of her, one thick leg at a time, and knelt in front of her.

He had a rough, wiry beard, tangled like his mangy hair. His wind burnt face bore several scars, adding to his ugliness. His sour stench filled Christina's nostrils, making her snout scrunch. That only made him laugh and join his hands.

"Maybe I ought to fock you meself. See how your cunt feels like before Beast has his way with you." He got up, and motioned his gryphon to approach. The mindless bird obeyed, paying no attention to Vyr, who sprawled on his back behind him.

Christina's heart leapt in her chest at the sight of her mate. His limbs thrashed, and pained squeaks burst through his half opened beak. Who knows what nightmares that Arcanist inflicted upon him? She didn't even have time to think, as the bandit scooped her up from the floor, eased her into the saddle, and tied her to his gryphon's back with a thin rope that chaffed at her leathery hide.

"If only me wife was like you. Numb, half passed out, to utter not one peep. I would of started to love 'er again." He chuckled, and hurled his impressive bulk into the saddle. His whistle urged the dark gryphon to stride towards the mouth of the den and take off with a few mighty flaps.

Christina's stomach sank. Not because of the rocky flight, but due to the darkness that engulfed her den, along with her mate. The bandit said something, but her flat ears registered unintelligible buzzing. She could barely keep her eyes open, least pay attention to anything else but the wind whooshing past her frame. She didn't even feel its chill, nor the dizziness that took hold of her senses as the gryphon angled into a dive.

She felt nothing.

The gryphon landed inside a clearing, a fair distance away from Stoneveil. Christina didn't know how long they flew; only that Gryphoncrest Mountain grew to the size of a small hill in the distance before the curtain of trees engulfed it.

Her captor clambered down from the saddle, cut through her bindings with a dagger he summoned from his waistband, and slung her across a shoulder, like one carried a sack of grain.

"mhhhhhhhm," Christina moaned. Her jaws and tongue still refused to budge, so all she could utter were guttural sounds. It did more damage than good, as the bandit turned her heads towards her to smile a crooked smile.

"Eager to meet Beast, are we? Pah, who wouldn't be in your position." He stopped, placed her down, and grabbed her in both of his arms. "There. Now I can see your pretty face. See who I'm speaking to, for once."

"Mmmmm," Christina whimpered. Maybe the bandit took pity on her, and turned back to the city to...

To do what? Ranthar lounged in his cave, and Vyr...Christina's eyes widened at how hollow she felt. She ought to feel devastated, ashamed, angered--to feel something, at the very least! The spells the Arcanist put upon her stripped away her instincts, feelings, everything, turning her into a dry husk, incapable of even speaking.

"Moan, dear, moan. Is the only thing you'll do around Beast. He has never bred, our Beast. Plenty of seed in that cock of his. If rumors be true, female dragons in heat want nothing more than a cock inside them and some meat in front of them. We'll provide you with both, so long as you give us the eggs."

Christina stood silent, but that didn't stop the rogue from chuckling to himself. "First time may hurt. First few days may be nasty. But you'll grow accustomed to it. Every dragon who is stripped of its ability to fly does. You'll find relief in his cock, and he'll relieve himself inside you. Sounds good enough to me."

He took upon a game trail that led into a thicket where two other figures awaited. A tall, lean man, cleaned shaved and wearing a huntsman leather gear, and a knight garbed in his plate armor, with gaunt features and short cropped hair.

"Took too fucking long. Left your gryphon behind, aye?"

"Aye," the bandit confirmed. He dropped Christina on the ground and stepped away from her to allow his companions to inspect his catch.

"Doesn't look like much," the huntsman said. "Weird feet." He knelt to grab her paws and squeeze her toes. "Shapely thighs at least, fucking breasts." His hands hovered across her chest, up to her perky bosom, where he squeezed hard enough. Christina didn't feel much, but noticed how his knuckles turned white. "What on earth does a dragon needs breasts for?"

"Look more human?" The knight asked, scratching at the tuft of hair that was supposed to be his beard.

The huntsman threw him an incredulous look. "Does this fucking thing look human to you?" He lifted her tail and wove around the bladed tip. "Pah. As I said, doesn't look like much."

"Tough break, Larn. Is what we got," the bandit said. "Need her for breeding, not to prance around for your pleasure."

The huntsman's features grew hard. His back stiffened, and his fists kept clenching and relaxing.

"She collected the bounty for our brethren, aye? Seems fit to breed her until her womb gives in. Seems fit to turn her into our very own fucking bounty."

He pivoted on his left to kick her, but the bandit moved in front of him. "You wanna kick something, find a fucking dog. She remains unhurt."

"Why?" The huntsman said, exasperated. "Did our brethren remain unhurt?"

"Our brethren enslaved dragons, bent them to their will," the bandit sneered."We'll honor them by continuing their tradition."

"Tradition my arse. You want the coin."

"I want Beast to like her enough to fuck her, day and night."

"Why you think he won't do that?" the knight asked.

"Dragons are picky fucks, Beast included. She not in heat, Beast ends her. Simple as that."

"Did you make sure?"

Christina stiffened at that. She stifled a moan just as the hungry gaze of the three men fell upon her.

"One way to find out," the bandit said. "Hold 'er up. Need her naked for Beast."

The other two propped her onto her butt, staring at her shapes with gusto while the bandit stripped Christina of her clothing. He whistled as he rolled her leggings down, while the other two snickered and licked their lips.

"Fine pussy, that," the huntsman drawled. "Most beautiful thing about her. So swollen, so ripe..."

The bandit slapped his wrist as he reached towards Christina. "I took her. Seems fit I probe her first."

"Do whatever the fock you want," the huntsman said as he began pacing around, his erection visible through his leggings. The knight already got his member out, stroking it vigorously as he took curt glimpses of her with the corner of his eyes.

"Idiot wanker. Pussy a foot away from you, and you fock your hand," the huntsman said to the knight, frowning.

"Beast finds seed inside her, he kills her. Think I wouldn't have focked her meself?" The bandit said.

The huntsman shrugged and took the cue of his companion to bring out his stiff member and stroke it, grunting softly.

"Now love, let's see what you have to offer," The bandit whispered into her ear.

His pudgy fingers slid across her belly, hovered across her slick lips, and entered her with a satisfying squelch. The bandit grimaced, a soft groan escaping him.

"Larn, bring over a dog."

"I haven't finished," the huntsman said.

"Bring over a focking dog," the bandit thundered.

Larn stroked himself faster to completion before pulling up his pants and dashing through the trees. The knight finished a moment, releasing a mighty groan as he did.

"Don't you go for a quick one Zevren?"

Zevren shook his head and showed him his fingers, covered in Vyr's thick, creamy seed. "Focked her gryphon, this one. I ain't rubbing me cock for a beast fucker like her."

"Pay no attention to her. See the cunt, not her face."

Zevren grunted, and settled by Christina's side until Larn returned with a brown, shaggy dog. He barely reined in the bitch, who kept tugging on the leash and whimpering at Christina. Zevren parted her thighs open, then signaled to Larn to let go of the bitch.

Christina's eyes widened for a curt moment before a moan burst in her throat. The dog's muzzle dug inside her cunt, the bitch lapping at her insides like her life depended on it. Although her body was positively numb, her insides still tingled and reacted to the stimulation, making her cunt clench and shudder as she moaned with abandon.

Her three captors broke into a fit of raucous laughter. The knight toppled over under the weight of his armor, and Larn crashed next to Zevren to lean against his shoulder as he pointed at Christina.

"Can you--can you focking believe that mate? Dragoness is having an orgasm from a dog's tongue," Larn said, his voice hoarse from his harsh laughter.

"Good that she does. If dog can tongue fuck her, then Beast will give her ten orgasms by the time he done with her."

Christina's breath grew labored. She began to pant when the bitch finished and drew back to lick the droplets of gryphon seed from her whiskers.

"Won't have to feed her at least," Larn said as he grabbed her leash to lead her away. "Ate enough for tonight."

Zevren look unconvinced. He put two fingers inside Christina, and sank all the way to his knuckles, his smile broadening as her moan acquired a higher pitch.

"Good squeeze. Can see why your gryphon filled you so good. Be a kind soul and give me an orgasm. I want your thighs drenched with fluids when I toss you into Beast's pen."

He began pushing his fingers in and out of her in a steady motion, flexing inside her to allow his fingertips to caress her overly sensitive walls. Christina tried to frown, to suppress her moans, to deny this bastard of his pleasure. She couldn't even manage that. The stimulation proved too much to bear, and a sharp moan rippled in her throat as the bandit's ministrations brought her to her peak. Fluids gushed out of her cunt, trickling along her thighs and coating Zevren's hand with a translucent sheen.

He smirked at that, grabbed her, and led her deeper into the forest. Dazed and numb, Christina closed her eyes and imagined herself back in her nest, cuddling with Vyr. Away from her broken shell of a body, away from everything. She almost managed to drift away to a more pleasant realm when harsh growls snapped her back to her senses.

"Beast's half mad with your scent already," Zevren said before tossing Christina into a domed pen, surrounded by shimmering threads. An arcane prison, one that only a Nethermancer could dispel. Great...

Christina rolled on the ground from the impact, stopped on her back, and snorted out the dust that entered her nostrils. On the other side of the pen stood a black dragon, reined in by flimsy threads of magic. He was bigger than Ranthar, bulkier, with broad wings, spiraling horns, and a hide so scarred she whimpered at the mere sight of him. He missed a toe on his left forepaw, a few talons on his other paws, and his tail tip had been removed. There was no sign of intelligence within his stark amber gaze, no trace of compassion.

Only wild instinct, driven by raw desire to breed.

Christina gasped when she sighted his cock, already rock hard and bobbing with want. It bore a reddish color, and was thicker and longer than her forearm. Strands of pre leaked from his spaded tip, coating his length with glistening arousal. It only served to emphasize the soft bumps scattered along his shaft, and the several ridges that preceded his impressive knot. She could not possibly take that; she couldn't even...

"I thought watching you will give me a semblance of pleasure, but I haven't realized how small and insignificant you are before Beast. Here is to you for surviving the night."

Christina's wild, terrified eyes shifted towards Zevren. He brought out an enchanted signet ring from his pocket, waved it in front of her to emphasize its purpose, fled behind the safety of a tree, and disappeared.

Christina watched with horror as Beast's bindings flickered. That bastard smashed the gemstone of the signet ring faster than she anticipated. Spit stuck in her throat as the dragon began flailing his limbs and stretching his impressive wings. His sheer strength failed to break the fading bindings for now, but that only bought Christina a couple of seconds to understand her predicament.

This dragon was going to mate--no, rape her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Her whimper faded into the dragon's harsh, needy growls, and no matter how hard she tried to shift her limbs, scrunch her snout, or speak, she couldn't. The arcanist made sure to render her useless, incapable of even tucking her tail inwards to cover her private parts.

With a faint hum, Beast's tethers vanished into nothingness. He crashed onto his chest with the momentum, a harsh growl smoldering within his chest. Amber eyes fixated on Christina, his coal pupils dilated under the thin shafts of moonlight creeping through the canopies above them.

"Mhmmmmm, ghmmmmmmm," Christina moaned. She had no words to back up her helpless sounds, no fierce pose to deter Beast. She lied down on her back, her limbs sprawled in all four directions, cunt exposed to his flared nostrils.

Instead of lounging towards her, Beast approached with small, methodical footsteps, his growl deepening with each thumping fall of his big, meaty paws.

"Mmmmmmhm, mmmmmmm," the dragoness pleaded, yet even her own cries felt dry and lifeless to her. The arcanist suppressed her emotions; he twisted her magical energy in such way that she felt strangely calm before the impending rape. Her heart beats were faint and normal, and her numb body lied down in the most thrilling of ways for the horny male.

Christina's mind rebelled at her false sense of serenity, yet the sea of thoughts churning within her head didn't do much in slowing Beast's advance. His snout reached her feet. He prodded at her talons with his nostrils, then drew back his head when she didn't move.

_Cowardly, mindless beast! You're not the fierce being those bandits made you believe you are. A hollow husk, devoid of spirit, is what you are, pitiful creature!_Christina thought and tried to say, but only whimpers rippled within her throat.

Beast continued to nudge her thighs, prod at her wings with the tip of an ebony claw, run his snout over her lithe body, all the way up to her head. His foul breath washed over Christina, making her shudder within her mind, even though her body refused to budge. After a few deliberate whiffs, his forked tongue poked out, the tip rolling across her breasts. Christina released a curt moan, and Beast drew back with a yelp, his wings flexed, ready to carry him away from danger.

A terrified whelp, trapped in the broken body of a dragon. Christina both hated and pitied him for what he was, and the pain he was about to inflict upon her body. When his tongue slid across her puffy lips, however, it wasn't pain that filled Christina's senses. A short, satisfying moan escaped her against her will, making Beast hum in delight as his tongue carried her sweet, alluring fragrance into his maw. His hindquarters bucked from the potency of her scent, and his lips drew back to reveal long, sharp, glistening fangs.

The dragon roared his claim on his female for all the forest denizens to hear, a deafening sound that made the very ground rumble from its might. When he looked upon her again, Beast's eyes grew narrow, focused, a fierce snarl etched upon his snout.

Christina's eyes widened. She had heard of feral dragons and the way they dominated their mates, but she didn't expect it to be so literal. The second time Beast's snout descended upon her, his tongue delved all the way inside her pussy, forcing Christina to cry out her bliss at being filled by such tight and slick appendage. The perverted, unnatural pleasure flooded her body, loosening her muscles and veiling her senses with that pleasurable haze that happened during each mating. The arcanist wanted her to like it, and her cunt to clench with enough want around Beast's tongue to make the dragon's growl shatter into feeble, needy whimpers.

His forepaws lashed out, talons curling around her thighs to get a good grip before he slammed them to the sides, so hard Christina heard her joints pop. Beast's tail fell down upon hers to squeeze it into place as he sought to gain complete control over her cunt. With her legs parted sideways, Christina's pussy was more exposed than ever to the mercy of Beast's tongue. It slid across her puffy lips hard and fast, his two thin tongue tips delving into her depths to stimulate her muscles enough to produce more sweet arousal.

When it didn't come, Beast pressed his snout against her vent, tongue fucking her with hard, sudden thrusts. Against such onslaught, Christina could do naught but moan and squeeze her eyes shut as the terse shudders of her tunnel picked up in intensity. Her walls clenched around his vile tongue, embracing it with the same tightness as she embraced Vyr. That drove Beast mad with lust, urging him to pound his snout against her cunt in unison with the thrusts of his tongue.

He ate her like there was no tomorrow, slurping her essence as soon as it gushed out of her shuddering vent. Christina noticed his twitching nostrils, his trembling wing joints, the spasms rippling along his thighs, and the wide, sudden swings of his cock. H was--he was going to...

She closed her eyes just as his spurt of pre shot from his cock. It drenched her whole body in thin, musky dragon arousal, followed by a few feeble spurts of aqueous seed. Unable to hold back due to the alluring scent of her heat, Beast staggered back to lick his soggy snout and to glance at his rock hard cock. It throbbed fiercely with the yearn to lodge inside a female, and Beast had one right in front of him.

"Ghmmm Ghmmm," Christina tried to reason with him, but the prudent male that greeted her had been washed away by Beast's primordial mating instinct.

His forepaws relinquished her thighs, gripping her sides so tight Christina's breath hitched for a moment. She heaved, coughed and spat, but Beast's grip failed to soften. He aligned his great haunches with her thighs, using his toes to held her legs in place while that huge member inched closer and closer to her exposed vent. Christina stared at the spaded, glistening tip with dread, then everything turned black as the dragon's chest pressed against her. His bulk smothered her, it forced her head to the side, where she barely managed to breathe, wheeze and moan from her precarious position.

All of it--her harsh, audible gasps, along with Beast's frail, excited growls--came to an abrupt stop when his tip pried open her folds and slipped into her pussy. Christina's breath stuck in her throat, the male's girth too big for her recently stretched walls. And yet, Beast pushed it in, every throb lodging more of that overly tight meat through her dainty passage. None of them made a sound; Christina's jaws clenched harder than ever as she felt her walls stretched to their limits and beyond, and shudders traversed Beast's chest, summoned by the overwhelming pleasure brought by Christina's tight pussy around him. For a male that had never mated before, it was too much; Beast's harder, faster throbs suggested as much, as well as his eagerness to fill her up to the brim.

His knot followed promptly. It knocked against Christina's vent with wet squelches, his strokes too feeble, and her crevice too narrow to let him in. Not that it mattered to Christina. The mere size of Beast brought her over the edge, forcing her to cry out in sheer bliss as her orgasm hit her. Her moment of great pleasure ignited something within Beast, the terse spasms of her walls making his frame rock and his cock to pulsate with pent-up lust. Frail whimpers, shattered by sharp growls, broke through his maw as the urgency to cum took hold of his senses.

Christina still rode her orgasm, clinging onto the ethereal threads of pleasure, when Beast pulled out of her all of a sudden. She faltered for a moment, her gaze blurred, unfocused. Why did he...

The answer slammed inside Christina, harder than she deemed possible. Her pussy squelched, both in agony and pleasure, as fifteen inches of dragon cock sank inside her in the span of one stroke. Beast pulled back as fast as he pierced her, then shove forward for a second thrust. His knot slammed against Christina's tailhole, making her pucker clench and her folds to tremble from the harsh yet overwhelming thrusts of Beast.

He bred her like his namesake, with fast, desperate strokes that lacked elegance and fluidity. Was she not under the arcanist's spells, Christina would have wailed in pain. Instead, a constant, drawn-out moan vibrated within her throat, climbing a pitch higher whenever Beast's girth returned for another stroke.

The dragon scooped her off the floor with his forepaws. His toes wrapped across her back instead, his thumbs holding her in place as his brutish thrusts made her rock from their sheer strength. Christina's eyes squeezed shut every time Beast buried himself inside her, and her moan flared to sharp yips as his knot rammed against her folds. It seemed bigger than before, way bigger, and the ridges themselves swelled from the dragon's obvious need. They pushed through her squelching vent, the ring-like formations stimulating her insides with uncanny efficiency.

Christina braced for a second orgasm when Beast's grip tightened around her, making her breath hitch. With a curt motion, he shoved her down upon his cock in the same instant with his thrust, forcing his knot past her tight folds. Stars speckled Christina's vision; she grew dizzy in an instant, unable to breathe or moan. She felt her insides burn from the great knot that filled her to the point where she thought she would burst.

To make it worse, Beast came. His first spurt shot from his spaded tip like an arrow, drenching Christina's womb with his thick essence. More of it followed, a seething mass that welled within her in the span of a heart beat. Beast came so hard, and so much, that Christina's pussy stretched beyond its limits, if only to accommodate the great load he put inside her.

She barely heard his roar over the ringing of her ears. Her own climax washed over her, brought about by the terse rocking motion of his cock inside her. The blissful relief that washed through her made her ordeal more bearable, and it lasted long enough for Beast's knot to shrink enough to pop out of her. A riptide of fluids burst out of her in the wake of Beast's cock, splashing against the ground audibly. Beast whined at that, but became too preoccupied with suckling off the feeble spurts from his cock. He crashed on his haunches, staggered, and fell to the side, moaning and growling in a high pitched manner, like a hatchling who took his first female.

Christina didn't dwell on it for too long. She stared at the canopies of the trees, at the few twinkling stars whose light pierced through the verdant boughs. Although her body was still numb, Christina's mind felt drained, exhausted beyond belief. The only thing that kept her from passing out was the arcanist's magic, a vile thing that served only one purpose: to keep her up long enough for Beast to breed her until he had no more seed left in him. Christina found that hard to believe, judging from the strands of slimy essence dribbling down his chin as he suckled on his spaded tip.

I'm going to die, Christina thought. Alone, away from everyone I love. Although the arcanist's spell made her believe everything worked the way it should, Christina knew better than that. Beast's knot would tear her insides. Three matings, five, ten from now, it would happen, and the fools who let her in the same pen with Beast would curse their days.

This one thought soothed her, at the very least. Better that she would die, than see her first clutch taken away from her.

The wind picked up all of a sudden, stirring a curtain of dust all around her. Canopies bent and shifted under its might, boughs cracked and fell on top of the arcane prison in which she found herself, along with a shower of broken stems and leaves. This wind--it wasn't natural. It had to be magic in nature, and whoever controlled it was...

Vyr?

Christina's jaw dropped as her mate channeled the wind to smash through the wooden fence. To preserve his magic and allow the bandits to feed Beast, the Nethermancer erected the arcane walls as a continuation to the wooden fence, which Vyr smashed to bits. It was enough to allow him to crawl under it and step besides her.

He looked so different! His plumes vibrated with a shimmering aura of a forest green color, like his eyes, and his eyes were narrow and focused on Beast. The dragon backed away, his head held low, his tail tucked between his legs and his wings folded neatly to his sides. Short, frail whimpers escaped him, but that didn't stop Vyr from beating his wings forward and release a keening cry.

Christina squeezed her eyes shut as the sheer force of the fierce gusts slammed Beast against the arcane walls. A small cyclone engulfed his frame, keeping him suspended a few feet in the air, raking at his hide, tearing scales, drawing agonizing cries from the unfortunate victim.

Vyr, you are--you're killing him! Christina wailed, but only a sharp moan escaped her maw. She cried, and cried, watching Beast's wing membranes tear to shreds, horrified and helpless. Once Vyr's magical energy ran out and the eerie glow around him subsided, the cyclone he conjured dissipated. Beast crashed to the ground in a heap of twitching limbs and trembling wings, whimpering and squeaking faintly. It tore at Christina's heart to see a proud, majestic being like him reduced to this state, in spite of the pain he brought upon her.

It wasn't even pain. He didn't hurt her; all he did was mate with her, like any male in his position would have, and Christina came, more than once. What the arcanist did to her body was unforgivable, yet she couldn't help but shed a tear for her kin, tortured by the very gryphon who came to their rescue.

Or did he? Vyr wasted no time in grabbing Christina and holding her tight to his chest while he trudged out of the enchanted pen. Once out, he placed her on a bed of grass and ran his beak across her body, mellow chirps rumbling in his throat.

"My wind magic awoke, but not in time to prevent that creature from...from..." he turned towards the pen, unable to look at her seed drenched pussy a moment longer. "Just because he's your kin, that doesn't mean he deserves your pity. I can kill him. End his misery. You have but tell me and I'll go back into that pen to--"

"Mmmmm mhmmmm mmmmmmm," Christina whined, allowing her voice to ripple with soft tones that weakened Vyr's resolve.

Her mate turned back to face her, his beak clattering with distress. "I won't do it, but only because your safety means more than a dead dragon to me."

He grabbed her in his talons, launched himself into the air, and flapped hard and fast to breach the clouds. Once the pale moonlight greeted his feathers, Vyr stretched his wings into a steady glide to preserve his energy. His feathers and warmth kept the stinging chill at bay, yet fierce tremors still wracked Christina's frame. Good. That meant the arcanist's spell weakened.

"You're trembling like a leaf. Should I--"

"Mmnnnnno," Christina managed to utter, her mouth and tongue still too stiff to form words.

Vyr tucked his head to his chest to look upon her, then stared back at the veil of darkness that stretched before him. He knew better than land and rest, proud as he was. His wind magic might make quick work of the bandits, but they had gryphons of their own, attuned to more elements than just wind.

He flew for far longer than Christina anticipated. Light perked on the horizon before he banked left towards a dried brook. His hind paws met the fine sand, and he gingerly placed Christina onto his back to free his forepaws. Once the protective canopies of the oaks cast their shadows upon him, Vyr crouched, pushed her off with his beak, and tucked her tight to his side with the help of his beak. His wing fell upon her, engulfing her in a warm, comforting darkness.

"Force yourself to sleep. Rest will help unravel the arcanist's magic."

Vyr needed that more than she did. Every fiber of his body trembled from the strain he put himself through, and pained squeaks left his beak. He depleted his magic, flew for the better part of the night, and fought his own set of bandits in order to come to her rescue, a feat rivaling that of a royal gryphon. Christina forced her eyes shut, trying her best to reward Vyr's pain by fighting the arcanist's magic.

Sleep didn't come to her. Try as she might, her body refused to heed her mind. Instead, she counted her heartbeats within her mind to distract herself from Vyr's whimpers and wing jerks. Something must have worked, for she reached heartbeat number ten thousand seven hundred and thirty three before a pleasant numbness lured her to sleep.

When she next woke up, Christina rested against the smooth, warm surface of Ranthar's inner thigh. She poked around with her fingers in the penetrating darkness, urging Ranthar to lift his wing and curl his neck around to face her.

"You shouldn't wake up so soon. Your shivers are still too fierce to--"

"Where--where is Vyr?" Christina asked, her voice hoarse, her throat raw, and her head heavy. Her temples pounded, her stomach churned like a volcano, and an overpowering dizziness took hold of her senses. She fell back against Ranthar's haunch, her eyes closed to fight off the nauseating feeling. She felt horrible and great at the same time. To feel the icy fingers of fear raking across her back meant that the arcanist's spell wavered, even though her limbs and wings barely responded to her attempts to stretch.

"He left to scout for threats."

"Why didn't you--in his stead..."

"I tried, and that earned me three talon marks across my throat." Three scratches, thin yet visible. Christina winced, but Ranthar's snout delved upon her to plant long, moist, soothing licks across her bare body.

"He didn't want me to side with the bandits and take you as my mate. An irrational concern, one that he strongly believes in," Ranthar said between licks.

Her mate had his flaws and ridiculous worries, yet Christina couldn't help but feel proud of him, if a bit angry at his weakened state.

"You should have--should have stopped him. Why didn't..." Christina trailed off as Ranthar's tongue filled her snout, drawing a slimy line across her face.

"Don't speak yet. You're shaking like a leaf. Let me draw the cold out of you first, and then you can question my cowardice."

She didn't imply that! Christina attempted to roll onto her bottom and get up, but she didn't even make it halfway before crashing onto her back once again. Ranthar snorted softly, throwing her a look that said "I told you so."

He continued to lick along her belly, his tongue rolling around her breasts and down her shapely thighs. Ranthar's snout hovered over her body, blowing gusts of hot air upon her to warm her slick form. Christina moaned in delight. Her muscles loosened under the sudden warmth, and warm tingles spread through her frame, waking the dormant parts of her body.

"His seed is still inside you," Ranthar said as he looked to the side, unable to match her gaze. "It didn't feel right to get it out, not so soon after he--"

"Get it out. You should have done that as soon as Vyr placed me down in your care. I can't believe you let...inside me for so long..." Christina's voice faltered, and she coughed several times as her chest constricted due to the implications of Ranthar's gallantry. What if his seed bloomed inside her? What if her hatchlings became--

She couldn't finish her thought. Ranthar's slick appendage delved upon her lips, caressing them briefly before he pushed his tongue in all the way inside her. Christina gasped at the sudden pleasure that flooded her being. She clenched upon him hard and fast, whimpering in short bursts as his tongue swirled inside her to wash away Beast's essence.

Ranthar drew his tongue into his maw, slurping the thick seed, snarling and hissing from its tart tint. "It didn't quicken. It was his first mating, and a male's first climax flushes out his bad seed."

Bad seed? Christina would have laughed at his ridiculous attempts to soothe her worries, had she the strength to do so. Instead, she moaned as Ranthar's tongue returned to fill her vent and tease her endlessly with that tantalizing swirling motion. Through her half closed eyes, she watched his member grow, faster than it ever did, already pulsating with hearty throbs. The harder he ate her, the fiercer his shaft bobbed, until weak whimpers rippled through his throat. Weak spurts of seed left his rocking tip, splashing against her feet and knees, coating her in a thin, ivory web.

The lewd sight brought Christina on the verge of her own climax. Her vaginal muscles rippled with want, and her body rocked in a swaying, enticing motion, her moans urging Ranthar to lick harder, faster, deeper.

Vyr's screech made her heart leap in her chest. She closed her eyes and rolled away from Ranthar just as her mate pounced the horny dragon, half dazed from his recent pleasure. Vyr's talons pinned Ranthar's forepaws down, the claws of his hind paws bit into the soft, light grey scales of his underbelly, and his tail wrapped around Ranthar's cock, squeezing it hard enough for his tapered tip to turn white. His beak locked around Ranthar's throat, applying enough pressure to end his feeble growl.

Christina paled. Ranthar didn't even fight back. He froze under her mate, his wings and tail sprawled on the ground in submission.

"How dare you?" Ranthar thundered. He pulled back, mantling over Ranthar, towering above him. "How dare you claim my mate after what she's been through?" His talons curled inwards, biting into Ranthar's scales, just as his hind paws leaned forward to drive his hooked claws into the soft scales of his underbelly. Ranthar didn't even squirm. He blinked apologetically, glancing at Vyr, then looking to the sides.

That didn't please her mate. He lodged one forepaw into his throat, flapping his wings for balance as his tail released his shrinking member. "You can't even imagine what that dragon did to her--what I did to him."

Gusts of wind whipped past Christina, ruffling the tapestries pinned against the walls. They became stronger, fiercer as Vyr's plumes began to shimmer with the same eerie glow Christina had witnessed the previous day.

Her stomach sank. The image of Beast, with his wings in tatters, his hide lacerated and his scales torn, zipped through her mind, bringing a cold shiver through her frame. It was happening again. Only, this time, Ranthar would be the victim.

Christina didn't think. She clung onto the sudden strength that filled her being and shot forward, flapping her wings to enhance the strength of her leap. She slammer shoulder-first into Vyr, knocking him off Ranthar, who scrambled onto his legs to flee to his furred bedding.

Vyr whipped his tail at Christina, wrapping it around her legs just as his wings buffeted her. She squeezed her eyes shut against the blow, but instead, Vyr engulfed her in a feathery sanctuary, cawing his disbelief at her.

"He took you. He took you and you still--He's a feral beast!" Vyr shrieked. "No different than Beast. Has he any regard for you? Or is your cunt all that is important to him?"

Christina reached towards her mate's neck. She dragged him into her embrace, so hard and fast Vyr let out a frail, surprised squeak.

"Typical for a gryphon, to jump to conclusions based on a mere assumption," she said while she ran her fingers through the soft plumage of his scruff. "I had Beast's seed in me. I asked Ranthar to clean it. My heat got the better of him," she explained with a slow, smooth voice to allow her words to sink in.

Vyr didn't care for that. He dabbed his beak at her pussy, gasping and snorting audibly. When he looked upon her once again, his features softened, het his pupils still shrunk whenever he glimpsed Ranthar.

"He's still a beast, incapable of controlling his lust. I don't want him anywhere around you."

"Agreed." Christina's heart constricted at the thought of chasing Ranthar away, so soon after he indulged her with his tongue, but Vyr's shimmering aura gave her no choice. Better than he left unscathed than fight the battle of pride. "Leave us to our own, dragon," Christina commanded.

Ranthar dipped his head and curled into his furred bed in a ball.

Vyr strode towards him, faster than Christina could catch up. "Leave her the furs. She needs them more than you do."

"It's my bed," Ranthar growled, a feeble snarl etched upon his snout. It vanished as soon as his gaze hovered over Christina, who tilted her head sideways to send him away.

"She wants you gone. That means you disappear from our sights."

Ranthar left for the treasure room, his tail rocking with obvious displeasure. Vyr curled into his nest, a wing stretched for Christina to curl under. She sighed and took his cue.

"We're in his home. Sending him away isn't right."

"His presence is what it isn't right. He mated you, filled you with his seed. He's a lustful beast, hardening at the mere sight of you."

"And you?" Christina said, stroking his cheek with two joined fingers. "Don't pretend you never got hard. You said so yourself, and the scents in our nest proved it."

Vyr perked up at that, fixating one emerald eye on her. "Yet you never noticed. I made sure you didn't. Whatever hold instincts have over me, I can control it."

"Even when you confessed to have almost eaten a human carcass?"

He cocked his head at that. "That's an argument in my favor."

"It is." Christina leaned over to cup his beak into her palms and plant a soft kiss upon its smooth, light grey surface. "Instincts make us who we are. If I lacked a mating instinct, I would not have had my heat. If I hadn't entered my heat, I would not have offered myself to you."

Vyr's drawn-out caw was music to Christina's ears. Such a soft sound for such a majestic being. She couldn't help but fondle one of his ears and lick his beak, over and over again.

"I still don't trust him. Never will."

"Trust me, and the promise I made him. He deserves to find a mate of his own and discover what loves feels like."

"What does it feel like?" Vyr taunted.

Christina smirked and began rubbing his wing joint. She began to hover her paw across his leonine half, scratching softly at his belly, when Vyr curled his neck around her waist to stop her.

"Christina, don't--not so soon after..." he trailed off, uncertain on how to proceed.

Good. That made it easier for her to lick the side of his ear and whisper into it. "Whatever happened, happened. Don't confuse me with a scullery maid who jumps at the sight of men after being raped for the first time." She held his beak up to stare into his eyes when she said it, "I'm a dragon. I get to decide what I do with my body. Not the bandits, not the arcanist, not Beast."

"I still don't think you miiiiiirppppppp," Vyr trilled when Christina began to knead at his sheath with one paw and direct his beak to her pussy with the other.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you the last time." She pushed back his sheath, pushing out his glistening length that grew hard as stone in mere moments. She began stroking him up and down, massaging his knot with the tips of her fingers in an enticing motion that drove Vyr crazy with lust.

"Raa--raaawk awk awk," Vyr cried out. He breathed in her scent deeply; Christina heard the clatter of his beak, felt his rhythmical throbs against her palm. "I'm--I'm spent. Too tired. We should both rest--rest and wait for--"

"You can rest on your back, my dear mate. Us dragons have our tongues to serve our mates during their lazy periods."

"I'm not lazy," Vyr shot, "just very--"

"Hard," Christina continued for him. She continued to stroke him as she shifted into the proper position to tend to Vyr's needs, facing his sack and ruddy member, her back to the interior of the cave. She spread her knees enough to allow her rocking tail to massage her wet folds while her paws grabbed Vyr's padded toes. She applied a light squeeze upon his smooth pads, making his paws twitched, before cupping them into her palms. Holding his paws still gave her a perverted sense of dominance, to immobilize her mate's limbs as she descended upon his rock hard length with her maw.

Vyr released a sharp caw, and Christina moaned as she wrapped her tongue around him, easing him further in. His rich, feral taste flared her senses, making her walls constrict with want.

For a tired bird, Vyr certainly throbbed hard. Christina squeezed his paws tighter for extra purchase as his hindquarters began to buck. His tapered tip dabbed at her throat, urging her to take more of him inside. She obliged, moaning as she did, catching his light gushes of pre against the base of her tongue. She only gulped it down after tasting him, trilling in unison with him at how good he tasted. What he was about to give her would taste even better, however, and it wasn't long before Vyr would succumb to his pleasure. His toes flexed in her grip, his cries became sharper and more alert, his tail rocked with renewed vigor.

He was close. Close enough for Christina to show him--

A muffled yelp burst from her throat as a weight pressed upon her back, pinning her on her knees while thick, draconic haunches locked in around hers. Ranthar? What in the world was he doing here?

Get away! Christina wanted to say. With Vyr occupying her maw, all she managed was a moan, which Ranthar took for his cue to push the entire length of his rock-hard shaft inside her. Her pussy squelched from being filled to the brim, each of the three ridges that preceded Ranthar's knot making Christina gasp and pant from the fiery pleasure that welled within her.

Much to her relief, Vyr had his eyes closed, his blissful squawks echoing through the whole cave. Apart from his squelching thrusts, Ranthar made no sound. He mated her with short, powerful strokes, huffing slightly as he claimed his female like only a dragon could. Christina relished the touch of scales upon her bare back, his comforting weight upon her, his powerful haunches squeezing her tight enough to hold her in place for his cock to thrust in and out of her with abandon. Every time he did, his knot slammed against her tight walls, caressing her shuddering lips in the most intimate of ways.

She wasn't going to last long, and neither did her males. The claws of Vyr's hind paws already began to poke out, heralding his climax, and Ranthar began to pant above her. His back arched, and his wings stretched for extra balance as he began to pound away at her with deft strokes. Soft spasms wracked her depths from the overwhelming stimulation, pushing her closer towards her orgasm, one that she couldn't fight against even if she wanted.

Ranthar gave in first. The dragon shoved his hindquarters forward, pushing his knot through her lips with a sudden squelch. Christina squeezed her eyes shut, the pleasure too much for her to bear. She flared her nostrils, taking in deep breaths to delay her climax as her mouth worked up and down around Vyr, but Ranthar's fast, hearty spurts made her moan and whimper every time his scalding seed splashed into her womb. Lost in the thrill of his climax, Ranthar's limbs buckled, driving his chest against her back, pressing his weight against her head. Christina collapsed onto her belly under the sudden push, and her chin was shoved into Vyr's sack. That made the gryphon's hindquarters buck and ram his cock inside her maw, pushing his knot past her lips and into the wet sanctuary of her mouth.

Christina wrapped her tongue around his knot instinctively, suckling on it hard and fast. Having his most sensitive part of his cock trapped into Christina's maw, held in place tight by her tongue, brought Vyr over his peak. A rush of cum burst from his throbbing tip, filling Christina's maw to the brim faster than she could swallow. She somehow managed to do it through heavy gulps, her mate's creamy consistency and savory taste helping a great deal.

Knotted to both of the males, Christina moaned curtly, pausing to swallow more of her mate's essence and clench around Ranthar's perfect cock. Unlike Beast, his size stretched her the right amount, allowing the excess cum to slip past her lips and dribble down her tail. Even when Ranthar found purchase once again on his shuddering limbs, Christina begged him to rest against her through pleading moans. She loved the way he took her, suddenly and without warning. Her pussy begged for it, and Ranthar merely obliged.

So, Christina continued to tend to her males, waiting for the spasms of her cunt to milk Ranthar dry and swirling her tongue around Vyr's length to draw more of that viscous essence out of him. When their knots finally shrunk and Vyr noticed Ranthar, the gryphon screeched at him for a split moment before he noticed Christina's resolute gaze.

He said nothing, much to her relief, and waited for Ranthar to taper off, nuzzle Christina's seed drenched cunt, hum in joy at filling her so good, and wobble a few steps away from the mated pair, where he curled into a ball.

Christina licked the droplet of seed that built upon Vyr's tip, then crawled under his waiting wing, light headed from the blissful experience.

"You are my mate, and deserve everything that makes you happy and fulfilled. The way Ranthar took you--did you like it?" He sounded genuinely curious, if a bit spiteful or jealous. Christina chuckled and nuzzled his neck to soothe his worries.

"As much as you liked cumming inside my maw."

"That much?"

"That much," Christina agreed. "I'm glad he had me. Better that his seed fills me now instead of giving Beast a chance at a clutch."

Vyr dragged her into the feathery embrace of his chest and trailed off to sleep. Before she joined him, Christina glanced at Ranthar one more time, smiling at him, and nodding her gratitude at the pleasure he offered her. Although he wasn't her mate, Ranthar treated her like one, and it pained Christina to sleep away from his embrace when his cum filled her pussy to the brim.

She woke up covered in a leathery blanket, so foreign yet so familiar to her. She lifted her head, blinked the drowsiness from her eyes, and frowned when Ranthar's snout met her.

"Where's my mate?"

The dragon inched closer to lick her neck, but even his soothing tongue failed to alleviate her distress. Christina grabbed Ranthar's snout, pushing him away in spite of the pleasant hum rumbling in his throat. "Why isn't my mate here, Ranthar?"

His slitted pupils narrowed in focus. "He is out hunting."

"Why aren't you hunting with him?"

"He didn't allow me to," the drake said as he lowered his head, releasing a short, irritated snort.

That sounded like her mate indeed. A weight lifted off her heart, and she sought to embrace Ranthar's snout, but the dragon busied himself with one of his paws, licking the flecking scales off the wan underside. She crawled up to his snout, running a paw along the sinuous length of his neck. One of Ranthar's eyes shifted in her direction before drooping back towards his paw.

"Something disturbs you," Christina noted.

"My paw. I stepped inside a thorn bush and--"

Christina pushed his snout aside with one of her wings, grabbed his paw, and exposed the light grey underside. Not a speckle of blood.

"You've been around too many cats and dogs, I take it?"

Ranthar dipped his head, letting out a drawn-out huff. "I never learned how to weave words in a convincing way."

"No you haven't," Christina said, giggling. "You are as bad at lying as you are at hiding your displeasure. So." She grabbed his chin and lifted his snout to match her gaze. "You want more."

"I--I don't know what I want," Ranthar confessed. His eyes shot back and forth between Christina and the four walls surrounding them, unable to look into her eyes for more than a fleeting moment. "You are my first mate and I--"

"I'm the first female you mated," Christina corrected. "Vyr is my mate. You are just my..." How could she put it without tarnishing his pride?

"Your consort?"

Christina grinned. That was one way to put it!

"My beloved consort." She kissed him between the nostrils, then pushed down on his snout to direct him towards her pussy.

Ranthar didn't object. He gladly dabbed at her folds, taking in deep whiffs as the tip of his tongue dashed across her swollen lips. A lustful growl ignited within his throat, rich and powerful; it made Christina's chest tremble with pent-up lust and her cunt to shudder as she grew wet. Ranthar's tongue pierced her deeper, stretching her flexible muscle to lap at her sweet nectar. His swift tongue strokes made Christina's knees buckle, forcing her to grab onto Ranthar's horns for balance.

"That's--that's enough," she said through her increasingly louder moans. "You're giving me a...a..." she clenched her jaws, least the fiery pleasure welled within her groin overwhelmed her.

Oblivious to her words, Ranthar kept eating her out, his cock already rock hard and pulsating with the accelerated rhythm of his breath.

Christina was about to cry out in sheer bliss when a loud thud forced her eyes open. She staggered for a moment, dizzy with pleasure, and stared at Vyr with wide eyes.

"Mating already? I thought you disliked doing it on an empty stomach."

"I do, I do," Christina stuttered. She flicked her paw to send Ranthar away, then slapped his neck with her tail when the lustful dragon still licked her cunt with abandon. That drew him out of his reverie, and the sight of Vyr gave him pause. A wing fell over his blood engorged member to cover himself, and he tried his best to conceal his snarl of delight.

"You don't need my approval to mate him, Christina. That's his purpose, the reason he's still with us." He glanced at Ranthar, his features stern, impassive, unreadable.

"Tuck into it while his flesh is still warm." He stepped to the side of the young buck he killed by snapping his spine. Gryphons always made clean kills, diving towards their prey and ending it with a swift peck to the neck.

Christina scoffed at that. "Can't we at least share?"

"Not when you already have to share it with your clutch," Ranthar added. Vyr threw him a surprised look, and the dragon drew courage from it. "You're the dragon mother. It's your right to get the juicy parts."

She rolled her eyes and said no more. It took great effort to convince Vyr of the futility of his selflessness. She wasn't about to argue with two males, not when both of them stared at her expectantly. So, she tore open the buck's belly, and munched on his tender and nutritional organs. Her hunger surprised her rational side, and no matter how hard she clung onto the thought of preserving a bit of liver and heart for her mate and consort, instincts got the better of her.

By the time she finished, Christina panted. She ate breathlessly, like a ravenous beast.

"Your turn," she said as she wobbled towards the furred bedding. Ranthar's snout greeted her, his tongue washing away the blood coating her arms and snout, while Vyr tore into the buck's meaty haunches.

He left only the ribs, the spine, and the forelegs for Ranthar to gnaw on. Although her consort scraped the meat off the bones without as much as a whimper, Christina's tail tip flicked back and forth with obvious irritation. It upset her, how her mate chirped and cooed while she licked his beak clean, yet she didn't find the courage to speak of it. By gryphon rites, the hunter chose what to do with the catch. Questioning her mate's choice in front of Ranthar would only serve to weaken his image in the dragon's eyes and fuel his futile hopes of becoming more to Christina than just a consort.

"We should take flight while the sun is young to keep ahead of the bandits. We will hunt along the way," he added when Christina threw him a glare. As if it made up for his poor treatment of Ranthar.

They didn't even hunt. Vyr pushed himself to his limits, flying over the sprawling hills and past Hyrin's borders. The villages shrunk to mere settlements, built in deforested areas, with squat dwellings and small pathways connecting them. The flickering lights of the torches appeared as twinkling dots to Christina, who soared just under the blanket of crowds. She rode Vyr at her mate's behest, with Ranthar flanking them on the left. For a young dragon, he sure developed the proper endurance for an extended flight.

It was Vyr who sought the shelter of the birch alcove for the night, situated a few wing beats from a thinning brook. The murmur of the water unnerved him more than the scent of humans creeping from a mile away.

"Stop staring at it," Christina urged, her paws hovering across his taut haunches. "It's just a wood gathering settlement."

"With more than one gryphon nesting in their area." Vyr held his head aloft to take in the scent of his kind. Christina only smelled the dry tint of dust and incense the humans burned during the night to ward off the spirits of the dead trees. Her sense of smell wasn't as keen as Vyr's, which was both a blessing and a curse. At least she didn't sit on her haunches, still as a statue, looking at the horizon with a bleak expression.

"How many gryphons?" She entertained Vyr's worries for a second.

"Three females and two males, of which one is a mated pair with chicks."

"They won't leave their chicks for us."

"Unless their humans force them to."

That matter again. Christina chose to stay silent and work her fingers around Vyr's leonine half. She kneaded at his tense frame with her fingertips, and sneaked a hand under a hind paw to grab it and massage his sensitive toes. Vyr loved that. Just not tonight.

Claws left their sheath, and she shook out of Christina's grip to adopt the same stoic position.

"Your qualms are with the bandits, not with a few lumberjacks and their pregnant wives."

"A few rotten apples are enough to spoil the whole basket," Vyr retorted. "A human saying, one that you used to be quite taken with."

"Well, I'm now taken with you." She snuck a paw between his haunches to fondle his sack between his fingers, making Vyr tense up and shudder. His reaction encouraged her to apply the same treatment to his sheathe, but she found it softer than she anticipated. No matter. A few strokes and...

Vyr got up and pushed Christina's paw aside with his tail. "That's the best argument you made tonight, and the reason I should perch on the outskirts of their settlement."

Christina wanted to say something, but Vyr's wing beats took her words away. She got up, dusted her tunic, and crouched to fly after him.

"Don't go. Your presence will only make things worse."

"So is me staying idle while my mate is searching for trouble."

"Trouble will only find him when you're around," Ranthar said. He shifted onto his fours and padded over to Christina to nuzzle her shoulder. "On his own, he won't think much of a gryphon coming to greet him. If you are with him, he will assume the worst, and heed to no reason but his own."

Christina wrapped her arms around his torso, suddenly cold. "You don't know my mate. You don't know me. All you know is how my cunt feels around you."

"Rrrrrrr, you're mistaken," Ranthar growled. "I've watched him, just as I watched you. Your compassionate nature doesn't extend to him."

Christina's ears perked, and she turned to face Ranthar. "That only serves to prove my point. You don't know my mate at all."

Ranthar didn't object. Not because he wanted to spare her of a futile argument, but because he was already erect from her scent. His chin rested on her shoulder, applying a light squeeze that encouraged Christina to get down on all fours.

She slapped his snout. When that didn't work, she tried pushing him away, but he didn't budge.

"Tarnishing the image of my mate is one lousy way to get me to..." her words came to an abrupt stop when Ranthar shifted onto his haunches in order to free his forepaws, who grabbed her slender frame hard enough to hold her still while his snout nibbled at her leggings.

Christina jerked in his grip, fluttered her wings, tried to dislodge those meaty toes that surrounded her from all sides. To no avail. Ranthar's clutch became tighter, and lustful growls rumbled in his chest. His teeth made quick work of her leggings, and as soon as her pussy was exposed to the brisk wind of the night, his chest pinned her down in a mating position.

Christina's stomach lurched, and her heart leaped in her chest at being handled in such rough way. She simmered, wanted to scream and growl and roar at Ranthar for shoving her down on her fours against her will. And yet, perverse excitement washed through her, making her wet herself with desire. Rough as he was, Ranthar had the guts to claim his female unlike Vyr, and his tight presence inside her made her roar in both elation and discomfort.

"Wrong...wrong hole," she stammered, then gritted her teeth just in time to brace against the second stroke. In his excitement to mate her, Ranthar's pulsating cock pierced the nearest hole, which happened to be the one located under her tail. His tightness took Christina's breath away. So hard he was, and so big, that her pink pucker stretched to its limits in order to accommodate him.

Ranthar pushed himself halfway into her, his lubricated tip parting her tight, squeezing passage in its wake, drenching it with fresh spurts of pre. His juices felt so much hotter, his cock that much bigger, to her untested tailhole. Everything felt infinitely more intense to her, ranging from the smoothness of his rock hard meat to the seething pleasure creeping through her body.

Christina tried to roar, yet her throat was almost as tight as her tailhole. No sounds escaped her but for the thundering beats of her heart while her consort thrust into her dainty pucker, faster and deeper with each stroke.

Above her, Ranthar snarled his heart out, releasing a constant, high pitched whimper at sinking himself inside such tight, comforting depths. Every time Christina squeezed him involuntarily, Ranthar's frame quivered, and his haunches squeezed her tighter to hold his female in place. His talons drew deep furrows across the ground as the dragon scrambled for purchase, moments away from his moment of great pleasure.

Christina teetered on the edge of her climax as well, now that Ranthar's cock plunged inside her up to his ridges. An electrifying jolt shook her frame at the thought of being unable to take his tight, circular, meaty protrusions, but Ranthar proved her wrong. With a strong thrust, he lodged his first set of ridges inside her with a wet plop, making her dig her claws into the ground and bite back a scream. She felt somewhat raw, yet the intense pleasure that flooded her being drowned every trace of pain. Spasms wracked her muscles, massaging Ranthar's cock with deft strokes, while hot, pungent arousal dribbled from her pussy in a steady stream.

The scent of her liquid heat drove Ranthar mad. After he drew in a deep, audible breath, the dragon let it out in a shuddering whimper as he began pounding her in his earnest. Unable to clench her tailhole in time to contain his thrusts, Christina could do naught but grit her teeth, shut her eyes, and moan as her consort mated her with practiced dexterity. To him, her tailhole felt like her pussy, perhaps even better, now that his pre lubricated her enough for lewd squelching sounds to accompany every thrust.

Even though each thrust carried Christina closer to her peak, she couldn't quite get there without something lodged inside her shuddering pussy. She tried to get a shaky paw down there and finish off herself, but only made it halfway before her balance wavered and her fingers curled around the ground for support. Now that Ranthar plunged his cock inside her up to his final set of ridges, his knot sought to lodge itself inside her. The steady motion of his ripe bulge slapping against her cunt made Christina gasp, both from elation and horror. She couldn't possibly take it! He was too big!

"Ranthar, switch; switch holes. I can't...can't take you..." she huffed, unable to form more coherent words with such demanding tightness filling her tailhole.

"Rrrrrrrrr, you can. You took me before, rrrrrrrr," her consort growled in sheer bliss.

To Ranthar's lust addled mind, her words were nothing but a moan, a plea that begged him to knot his female and claim her as his. His limbs bucked in anticipation for his final thrust, his wings unfurled to keep him steady, and his head drew back to release a feral roar. In one curt motion, Ranthar drove his knot through Christina's pucker, drawing a hoarse cry from the dragoness.

Her vision became blurry from the overpowering elation that flooded her senses. He was so big! So, so big and hard! Against her will, her tight passage clenched around him, relaxed, only to squeeze him again in a steady, milking motion. Ranthar gave her his seed not a moment after.

He flooded her tailhole, his creamy essence plastering upon her shuddering walls, his liquid heat soothing her ache. More spurts followed, each stronger and more fulfilling than the previous. Each served to fill her to the brim, stretching her to her limits, until Christina felt like bursting from the great pleasure which claimed her senses. For a moment, she couldn't breathe, or think, or moan. All she could do was clamp down upon Ranthar's length, feel his delightful shapes, relish the comforting seed he deposited inside her.

Once her breath returned and her senses recovered from the overly intense experience, Christina crashed onto her chest, heaving. Behind her, Ranthar panted, his tongue lolling to the side of his maw as he regarded Christina with an exhausted yet fulfilled look.

"You bastard. I told you--told you to...." Christina trailed off, unable to say one more word. Ranthar looked too adorable, panting like that, with his eyes half closed, as if he was about to doze off. He perked his head at her words, then looked upon his knot to admire his work.

"I should leave you to rest."

"You should," Christina agreed.

Ranthar curled his neck to lick at the base of his knot, encouraging it to unravel. A rush of seed followed in his wake, drenching Christina's thighs and tail in sticky, ivory dragon essence.

As soon as he released himself from Christina, Ranthar crashed onto his side, his aloft hind paw twitching as he trailed off to sleep. Christina smirked. Typical for a male, to spend his seed and doze off.

She scooped some of the seed from her tailhole, and put it inside her pussy with slow, tantalizing strokes. Even a faint touch was enough to trigger Christina's building orgasm, making her shiver and moan as her vent tightened around her fingers. So hard her climax hit her, that Christina fell asleep before she even knew it.

Her heat tapered off the next day, when Ranthar's snout hovered over her dry pussy. He had a strange glint in his eyes, an intense focus that sent a warm shiver through Christina's frame.

"I'm the father, and I will look after your clutch, no matter what," his deep, amber eyes said.

As they continued their flight towards the mountains, Ranthar confirmed Christina's suspicions. The bigger her belly grew, the more protective he became of her, following Vyr's instructions to scout and hunt without a second thought. Although her clutch wasn't his, Vyr loved Christina all the same, spoiling her in his usual gallant--and infuriating--manner and mating her with slow, tender strokes. With a bulging belly like hers, Christina only needed a few strokes to cum harder than she had ever done before.

At Vyr's behest, the trio stopped on the fringes of the Dragon Peaks. The mountain barrier stretched as far and wide as the eye could see, and the untamed wilderness made Christina's hide tingle with both excitement and fear. She was a bipedal dragon, one that had been raised by humans. What was she doing here, in the heart of nowhere?

Unlike her, Vyr and Ranthar relished their freedom. As soon as they found a suitable nesting spot, a dry cave with a ledge wide enough for landing that overlooked a lush valley, the two males engaged in a competition to find and bring to Christina the finest materials they could find. Christina fumed at the thought of spending her time inside the den, unable to stretch her wings, yet her belly weighed her down like nothing ever did. What kind of eggs did she bear anyway? She hadn't heard of a bipedal mating a feral dragon before, but her gut instinct said that her clutch would resemble Ranthar. They felt too heavy, too big, too foreign to her body, yet strangely familiar.

Vyr supplied most of the dried vegetation for the nest bedding, while Ranthar skinned, washed, and singed some doe hides to lay on top of it. The cushioning provided by Vyr's fallen plumes and straw, combined with Ranthar's hides, soothed Christina's heavy frame like nothing ever did.

"Agh, feels so good," she groaned.

"This territory is not claimed by any dragon," Ranthar said.

"Or gryphon," Vyr added. "It's bountiful, full of creeks and lush forests, with treacherous ground for most ground predators. We should be safe here."

Vyr turned to Ranthar, who regarded him with a puzzled look.

"She has fulfilled her pledge, Ranthar. You are home. Find your own mate and territory, and leave me and my mate to raise our clutch."

Ranthar growled at first. Then she snarled. Finally, he stared at Christina with a pleading gaze that softened her to the point where her words left her mouth before she had the chance to think things through.

"Let him stay until I lay the eggs. He deserves to see them, to touch them, to lick them clean, like any father should."

Vyr shifted his weight from one side to the other, his beak clattering with irritation. "He sees them, he touches them, he licks them clean. That's all he does."

Christina's stomach sank at the smoothness in his voice, at that practiced nonchalance. She knew quite well that gryphons mated for life. To have a third member help raise the clutch went against gryphon customs. And yet, Ranthar was the father of her clutch more than Vyr. His seed birthed them into existence. He should be here, not only when she laid the eggs, but when they hatched as well.

The fragile pact between Ranthar and Vyr kept Christina on edge during the following days. Although her males did their best to provide her with everything she needed, ranging from food to soothing licks, Ranthar and Vyr barely looked upon each other, least share words. Even when the moment finally happened upon Christina, Vyr asked Ranthar to sit out of the nest.

His wings engulfed Christina in a feathery shelter, the soft dabs of his beak soothing her as Christina squeezed her eyes shut, growling as she pushed the first egg out of her. An oval shaped one, pale blue smooth, with thin azure veins covering its glossy surface.

Christina's heart leaped in her chest. Her first egg! She wanted to grab it, lick it, hold it to her chest! Instead, she braced herself for the second one. Vyr tried to maneuver his talons around her pussy, hooking his claws around her lips to try and stretch her, but Christina slapped him across the neck with her tail.

"I'm no scullery maid, Vyr," she roared, "to need your help with my clutch."

Vyr's frame shook from the power in her words, and his feathers ruffled as he stared at her cunt intently. A second dragon egg rolled out of Christina, drenched in her slimy fragrance, a deep shade of magenta, just like her. Vyr tucked it under the feathery sanctuary of his chest, throwing Ranthar a glare as the dragon began to pace around, flutter his wings, and growl with impatience.

"We'll keep our word, Ranthar. Give me a--a moment as I hngggggghhhhh," Christina growled as she pushed out the third egg, an emerald green. Then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth. Why did she pass these so easily, when her first three felt like a real chore?

Vyr's drawn-out caw only served to puzzle her further as her mate began to clack his beak audibly.

"Christina, these aren't dragon eggs. The shape, their smaller size, the splotches. They are..." his voice shattered into joyful squeaks as he rolled them under his chest faster than she could see them.

Her vision turned hazy from the toll of egg laying, and her breath became labored. Still, she pressed on, pushing one final egg out of her that she swiped away with her tail towards her waiting paw. Her jaw dropped as she noticed those delightful dark splotches upon its ivory surface. A gryphon egg. A gryphon egg!

Vyr took advantage of her distraction to tuck it under his chest.

"You're a father," Christina whispered, her words barely audible over Vyr's fierce shrieks at Ranthar. "Vyr, you're a father!"

She hurled herself at her mate, squeezing his neck tight while her tongue ran across his cheeks, beaks, brow. Lost in her mirth, Christina kept at it until Ranthar strolled into the nest to lick the excess juices that coated Christina's pussy.

She barely noticed the light dabs of his tongue over the elation that flooded her being. The memory of her dream flashed through her mind, making her shudder to awareness at the implication of it.

"We're a family now. All of us." Her teeth clattered from her pent-up excitement. Her stomach churned, and she felt light headed due to nerves. "These hatchlings--they need us. All of us, to care for them."

Vyr didn't even pay attention to Christina, nor did he mind Ranthar scooping away the dragon eggs to lick them clean. He stared at his own, chirping, too absorbed by their coloring. Christina had to pinch his ear to get his attention, and even then, her featherhead of a mate regarded her with a blank expression.

"Ranthar stays," she commanded with a resolute voice. "He's my consort and a father to his clutch, just like you."

"Ranthar stays," Vyr repeated, too distracted to understand the weight of his words.

That was enough for Christina to make her grin and cup her face in her palms. She released a shuddering sigh, then looked upon her two mates, each with his own set of eggs. It was like her dream. Better than that, even.

It was perfect.

***THE END***

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