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Beaten off the Path 2 of 2

Ceylon waited for Ithilwen to disappear in the woods beyond his ability to hear her before resuming his struggle against the leathers that bound him. As he tensed and contorted his body, he made a series of low-pitched growls and grunts, followed by a frustrated screech when he couldn't loosen up the binds.

Under most circumstances he'd have been entirely focused on the threats that loomed in the forest, but Ithilwen had left him only half satisfied so his member remained erect, coated in his essence as it laid flat against his belly, distracting him a bit. As such, he found himself occasionally stopping to arch his neck downwards so he could clean himself, but that didn't work as his cock tip was just out of reach of his beak, and he could only just barely lap at it with his extended tongue.

A snap in the woods once again drew his attention from his arousal, so he perked his head up and raised his ears, intently listening for another sound that would give away those who pursued him. All he could hear was the hooting of owls and the light rustle of the trees blowing in the very early morning breeze. The sun hadn't come up yet and Ceylon couldn't rely on his eyes like he could during the day, as he was mostly diurnal. Still, he knew for certain that someone other than Ithilwen had been stalking them ever since he woke up, which is why he was so keen on not being left alone.

As a gryphon, Ceylon was more intelligent than most other mounts out there, smarter than horses, direwolves, or ulokar, and even smarter than most dragons, so he comprehended things his rider said to him with relative ease even if he wasn't able to speak. Had he possessed the ability to form words, he would have warned her that he wasn't safe on his own here, that someone was watching, but she wasn't hearing it. He was being uncharacteristically disobedient which should have tipped her off that something was wrong, but she was so narrow-minded in her quest for that staff that she seemed to care only for the promise of information.

Ceylon knew and understood that Ithilwen wasn't being callous, but they had been travelling the northern realms for over a year after she found him and rescued him from being killed by a dragon, so she certainly cared about him. Problem was, in that year she'd been on that same quest for the Staff of Taulix and it was driving her mad that the clues had sent her in circles without any solid answers.

Another snap came again, this one closer and from the other side of the clearing. This drove Ceylon into a panic and he started struggling even harder, using the curve of his beak to snag and slice at the leather binds. He didn't seem to be able to grasp at the straps on his chest, but he was able to twist around to grab at the binds around his wing! Once he got a proper grip, he gave a tug with a jerking of his neck, but nothing happened.

More snaps of twigs from all around put Ceylon into a panic as he started fervently snapping and biting at the leather. With one growling tug, he was able to slice one of the binds clear off, releasing his wing and allowing him to stretch it out freely as the leather fell to the ground in a heap. However, this didn't help him at all as he was still tied to the tree and his other wing was still bound.

His predicament was compounded when he saw three separate figures clad in nearly-black dark blue skintight garb and balaclava emerge from the forest. Two were clearly canine given their tails and ears, while the smaller third one's species was uncertain. All were female given the body types, and all three of them had a belt wrapped around their waist with small daggers and knives sheathed within. This was what Ceylon feared, what he sensed. Upon waking, and now he was alone and helpless, tied to a tree and bound so tight he couldn't even extend a claw to defend himself.

"Whoa." The first and tallest of the three figures marveled. "What fool left a gryphon tied to a tree here? Don't they know that it's dangerous around this city? And with an erection, no less. Doesn't anyone know you can't leave a gryph unsatisfied?"

The second one stepped forward, still in a partial crouch to minimize their stature. "I don't know who it was, but this gryphon here doesn't seem to be too smart if he thinks that howling and hollering and struggling are going to help him. Foolish beast, can't even get his mind of gryphon-mares when his life is in danger. Too bad for him." She crept closer while the first and third stayed back, her hand up with a dagger extended in a threatening pose.

Ceylon narrowed his eyes and hissed at her, pausing his struggle long enough for her to get close only to extend his hind leg and kick her across the clearing into a tree, her body bouncing off the trunk and landing in the bushes below. His outburst put the other two on guard, and they both formed into position on either side of him, blades up.

"Dammit you foolish gryphon, we're-"

"That's enough Trisani." A soft voice came from the woods next to where the first assailant had fell. It was a much taller character, thickly built with a mane and tail colored of ash. It was a mare, and she was clearly the leader of this group of bandits. She knelt down to the one Ceylon had kicked and helped her to her feet. "Natasha, what did I tell you about getting too close too fast? Ferals don't know if your intentions are pure or not."

This helped Ceylon to give names to at least two of the four assailants. The two canines were Trisani and Natasha, and all four were female. Didn't help the gryphon much, but it did categorize them well enough that he was able to better track and monitor them.

Natasha stumbled to her feet and rubbed her head, groaning. "Em, come on, how was I supposed to know he was going to kick me, I was trying to undo his leathers. What else was I supposed to do?" She sheathed her blade and doubled over in pain, cradling her belly where Ceylon had impacted her with his hindpaw.

Em pulled off her balaclava to reveal herself to be an ash-speckled mare, then patted Natasha on the back as if nurturing her before helping the canine take off her face mask as well. "Well, you can start by not putting your blade forward in an attacker's pose. Anyone and anything would perceive that as an imminent threat. I know you're young and all, but if you're gonna help with the Feral Liberation Front, you're going to have to learn to not be seen as a threat. No animal will trust someone with a blade held to them, especially not one caged or otherwise bound." She stepped out of the underbrush and up to Ceylon, standing straight up to him with her busty chest straining at her dark colored garb.

Ceylon remained observing the four females as they took turns bickering and interacting, eventually coming to focus on Em the mare. She had taken her mask off, wasn't brandishing a weapon, and showed no fear so she wasn't seen as a threat, a series of facts she was eager to point out.

"Natasha, Trisani, and Lexi, observe. See how he does not see me as a threat? I wear no mask, I hold no weapon, and I'm not acting hesitant or tentative around him, therefore he know I am an ally or at least not dangerous. Remember, we wear masks to hide our identities from the Uriel authorities, not from the creatures we save. We have daggers and knives because we do not seek to harm, only to free and ropes don't need swords to be severed." As she stepped forth, she put herself in range of the same kick that Natasha had suffered, but Ceylon didn't kick at her. Instead, he seemed more curious of her intentions than anything else.

Lexi - the third of the original three and the smallest of the group - joined Em standing over Ceylon's tail, pulling her mask off to reveal herself to be a river mammal of sorts, one Ceylon was not familiar with yet seemed similar to an otter, like an otter mixed with something else in the northern realms. "So, Em, what exactly are we going to do about that?" She asked, pointing to Ceylon's still mostly erect member. "You know what they say about gryphons."

Em nodded and stepped up, extending her hand out to wrap around Ceylon's knot, her touch urging the gryphon to lightly buck his hips and tense his muscles, cock throbbing to full mast once again. "I do know what they say, but that could theoretically be a way to entice him. He's on the defensive, but perhaps some physical attention would tame him and convince him that we are truly allies and not merely bandits with a thirst for his blood or a hunger for his flesh. What do you say?"

"I really don't know what to think, if you want the truth. I mean, okay, he's quite clearly aroused and in need of release before he can properly carry on with his life, but we're here to save him and take him out of danger, not use him for our sexual pleasure." Lexi protested, though her eyes twinkled with a hint of desire that she kept under control.

Trisani and Natasha both stepped up to either side of Em and Lexi, both with their masks off to reveal their faces. Trisani was a light gray with purple highlights and pink eyes, while Natasha was a more natural blend of browns and black, her hair bundled up between her ears to keep from obstructing her view. Trisani glanced over to Natasha and smiled. "But it's not about our pleasure, it's about his, right?" She suggested.

Natasha eagerly nodded, her tail wagging behind her. "Indeed. It would be irresponsible to leave this poor beast alone, or release him without giving him his sexual release. The tension can build up in a gryphon over time, leaving them needy and grumpy, and given the size of this guy, I imagine he could do a lot of damage before he finds a proper outlet. Blue balls are terrible, but even worse for a hybrid such as this." She licked her lips.

That's when Em turned and took a few steps to make distance between herself and Ceylon, leaving Lexi, Trisani, and Natasha up close. "Well, the plan is simple no matter who or what it is we're aiding in release. Step one is always to appeal to the animal's base instincts to make a bond. Usually that's food, water, or affection. In this case, it appears the quickest and most effective way to create a bond is to literally tie oneself to him. Only then can step two be initiated." She leaned over the log that held the saddlebags and rummaged through until she found a notebook. Upon reading a few pages, she concluded, "And this boy's name is Ceylon, so I guess that means we have all we need."

Ceylon immediately perked his ears at the sound of his name as his torso twitched, trying to get a better angle to look over at the mare. He whimpered a bit, since she was no longer touching him and his apprehension had subsided given their attention to his needs. Em's theories were correct, and Ceylon tended to be quite welcoming to anyone who helped him with his desire, but in truth he was mostly easy to keep under control as long as he wasn't teased. Given his situation, he was doing quite well but really wasn't all too keen on remaining in his binds so he struggled a bit more, eager to be released.

Lexi noticed this and used this opportunity to cautiously slink around the outer ridges of the clearing, watching intently as Natasha and Trisani both began to get intimate with Ceylon. She kept to the shadows, her eyes trained on the gryphon, ensuring he didn't focus on her, as it was key that he remained distracted while she came up behind him. While she watched, Trisani grabbed his cock and tugged it downward, aiming the tip to her open maw while Natasha eagerly licked him up, cleaning his member of the gooey mess that had been left there.

The gryphon's eyes fluttered as he relaxed, tail flicking about and his legs idly cycling in the air in pleasure, beak agape and cock throbbing back to full attention. He did see Lexi creeping around behind him, but he wasn't paying too much attention to that as the two canines were both slobbering and licking at him like an eager pup happy to see its master home after a long day's work. Given his knot-centric pleasure and the hands that were idly squeezing him near the sheath, he was able to grunt and force out tiny lobes of his seed into Trisani's maw, speckles of his essence dotting her dark shawl.

"Tris, be careful!" Natasha warned, her hands gently massaging the underside of Ceylon's balls. "You don't wanna get that on your clothes, since it's so white and easy to see."

Trisani nodded and pulled back, licking her lips. "Okay, you make a good point. Em, I'm going in raw on this one." She declared as she peeled off her hood and the tight fitting shirt to toss them both over onto the log next to the saddle bags and Em. Natasha followed suit but then went one step farther by stepping out of her pants, leaving her naked sans the sandals she wore on her paws.

Em sighed and flicked her tail, exasperated by the two canines. "You two are still so young, but hey, if it helps to pacify the gryph so we can release him, have your fun." She kept rummaging around in Ithilwen's bags, looking for more information, eventually standing up on her hooves and bent over.

This pose gave Ceylon something very appealing to look at, as he took in the view of her plot, the image exciting him farther. More of his mess drooled out the end of his cock to soak his sheath and shaft, which Trisani and Natasha both lapped up with aplomb. In reality, he was more into the mare than the canines, as gryphons had a longstanding history with equines. Traditionally, a gryphon would either eat or mate with a horse, and that's where hippogryphs came from, but there was little else in between those two extremes. Sensual lovemaking or murder. In this case, Ceylon seemed to be quite happy to desire Em's shapely rump, enticing him to go so far as to lean over and extend his neck, trying his best to resist the binds of leather that kept him tied to the tree.

"What's this?" Em opined, glancing over her shoulder and tossing back her mane. "Is there a chance this gryphon longs for a mare? If I recall, that's a very common thing for their type, so I suppose it doesn't surprise me. Here's something for ya." She nickered a bit and hiked up her tail, wiggling her hips and slowly pulling down her tight-fitting pants to slowly reveal her loins, teasing him as a mare would a stallion tapped for semen collection. "Is that what you want, Ceylon?"

He whined and whimpered a bit as he continued to lean over, beak chattering and body heaving against the strain of the leather straps. As he was focused on Em's lovely rump end, Trisani leaned over to Natasha and giggled a bit, turning around and raising her own tail to expose her pussy, rump aimed right at Ceylon's cock tip.

"Heh, should I do it? Dare me to?" She goaded, wagging her hips and reaching back to squeeze the tip of the gryphon's cock. "I wonder what it would feel like!"

Natasha kept her hands cradling the underside of the knot as she leaned it over, aiming it up between Trisani's thighs. "Oh, I'm not sure if that's a good idea. Can gryphons cross-breed with our kind?" She stuck her tongue out and started using the end of Ceylon's cock like a paint brush, the barbs catching on Trisani's inner thighs while bits of mess smeared all over her and spurted up to her lips. "But I guess that's your problem, isn't it?"

"Future Tris' problem." She agreed, jamming her hand up between her thighs to grab his shaft and aiming him into her. With one fluid motion, she leaned back into the gryphon and moaned heavily as his tapered and barbed tip spread her open. Her face quickly went from pleasured to a little concerned. "I fear I may have taken too much too soon." She grunted, twitching as his member flexed and the barbs splayed out within her.

Natasha tugged gently on the knot, pushing it into Tris a bit more. "Should have thought about that first, shouldn't you have?" She leaned in and started licking up and down his shaft, catching any of the precum and lube that squirted and dribbled out from Trisani's pussy. While she did that, Em remained nonchalantly rummaging through the saddle bags with her rump up and hindquarters waving gently, keeping Ceylon's attention as Lexi finally made her way around behind him.

There, the lithe and short otter started diligently using her dextrous fingers to undo the belts and leather that held Ceylon to the tree. After only a few motions, the strap slid off the bark and the massive gryphon lurched forward and fell on his chest, pinning Trisani beneath him while he struggled and tried his best to scoot across the campsite towards Em. Problem was, his talons were still tied to his hips and he couldn't take them off so Lexi quickly hopped forward and nestled in under his wing to start working at his front legs.

Luckily for her, the gryph seemed entirely fixated on Em as he continued to kick against the dirt and completely ignore the other three as he scooted over to the mare. He was thrusting his hips ever so gently, bucking into Trisani every time, but it was clear he was distracted, that's how Lexi was able to completely undo one of his wrist bindings and climb up onto his back, where she then took care of the second wrist binding. Once those two were free, he was able to stand on all fours and stretch out his one wing, with the torso straps and other wing still kept tight.

"Damn it Lex!" Em called out as Ceylon's talon wrapped around her waist and pulled her down to the ground. "Next time warn me!"

The tone and mood had changed significantly, as now Ceylon had been released from his shackles and had been granted full mobility of all but one limb - his right wing. He could walk, he could flap, he could go anywhere he wanted, but couldn't fly. The only thing keeping him from bounding away was his apparent desire to have at Em, as well as the dangling straps of leather that swung from the harness around his chest, once used to hold his wing binds and wrist binds in place. He carelessly stepped over Trisani and pulled away from Natasha, member swaying betwixt his hindlegs and free from Trisani's flesh. He forced his weight down on Em and held her in place as he tried to mount, eager to feel mare flesh swallowing his cock.

Typical horny gryphon behaviour.

Still, Lexi remained atop him, arms splayed out and gripping at his wing base for stability as she struggled to stay there. She had two more straps to undo, and he would be completely free, so she focused as best she could do on that. Her strong but short legs gripped at Ceylon's sides as she leaned over, her entire body being jerked around in a riding position as he tried to mount Em. While reaching out, she was able to grab at the strap that kept his wing folded up, and she was able to loosen it just enough that she could pull it off, then followed that up by un-hooking it from the harness.

Ceylon stopped in his tracks, his aggressive and rapey motions halting as he realized that he was utterly and completely free. The gryph gently stepped off Em, turned to look at Natasha and Trisany, and slowly widened his wings. Despite being feral, the look on his face oozed with devious intent and his steely blue eyes darted around the campground, surveying the situation.

Em pulled her pants up and quickly paced to the other side of the clearing, reaching out to extend her hand to Lex. "Dear, I think it's time you get down from there." She warned.

But Lexi had a quest in her heart and a clear goal in mind, and she wasn't going to let a little distraction keep her from accomplishing that. Once she got an idea set in stone within her thoughts, nothing could distract her from it, not even a potentially aggressive gryphon that she was riding. She kept at the knots and latches of the leathers, undoing as much as she could, each bit falling one at a time on the ground as she detached them from the main harness. As she worked, Ceylon slowly spread and stretched his wings, arching his back and chirping happily.

She didn't realize that he was in the first stages of flight, but the others did and were trying their best to alert her to this without yelling or making Ceylon rear up. He was free now, all that was left was to let him go or scare him off, but not with Lexi on his back.

Natasha kept a low profile as she crept in closer, trying to urge Lexi down, but Lexi wasn't paying attention. "Psst, Lex. Hey, Em's right, you might want to get down from there." As she spoke, Ceylon raised his head up high and sidestepped away from her, shaking his wings and twisting his head to floof out his neck feathers while his haunches crouched down in a spring-lock motion as he prepared to pounce. "Yeah, you really want to-"

Mid-sentence, Lex managed to get the last of the dangling binds off the harness and was just about to get the final straps off him when he chirped and crouched down. She had just enough time to drop her blade and grab the leather straps before he leapt from the ground, bounding over Em and Natasha to kick off a tree and barrel-roll around, wings spread and flapping to fly into the sky over the forest. She had to keep her chest tight to Ceylon's back, as she was in serious danger of falling off if she let go, and couldn't see a thing beyond the flapping wings and gold-tipped feathers of his neck.

Finally free, Ceylon let out a roaring screech that echoed out from the mountain range to the south and was so loud and fierce that every single person in Uriel must have heard it and the ones not out of bed likely were awake now! He flapped his wings as hard as he could, pushing the air down to get as much height as he could, disregarding the presence of Lexi on his back as he found his soaring altitude. The morning was still young but the sun was baking the cliff faces beneath him so there were plenty of thermals billowing up and buoying him in the air.

Once his flapping had calmed, Lexi glanced down to see the camp site below her, hundreds of meters below, in fact. Her entire body tensed up and she squeezed Ceylon's torso as tight as she could muster, heart racing and adrenaline flowing through her as the fear of falling quickly stabbed at her heart. She was into flying and had absolutely no fear of heights, but wasn't prepared to mount and ride a gryphon to the sky; that just wasn't something she was planning for, and as such she froze in fear, waiting to see where the gryphon would end up. Intermittently she did gather the courage to lean over to the side and glance down, but then she clutched at Ceylon again to ensure she didn't fall off.

She wasn't strapped into a harness and hadn't had the time to tie herself to him in any way so if she fell, that was it for her. All she wanted was to help, to free the gryphon and potentially protect him from the gangs that might have done him harm, but now she was trapped in the sky with him wishing for the comfort of the ground beneath her feet as she clung helplessly to his harness.

While it was lovely that she was able to go for a bit of a fly - something she enjoyed but preferred a bit more control over - she really needed Ceylon to land so she could dismount and find her way back to Uriel, where she would be able to rendezvous with Em, Natasha, and Trisani and tell of this tale. In the mean time, she would need to keep her grip or fear death.

At least that's what she kept telling herself. This feral beast was sexually charged and angry at being tied up, and she knew for certain that the moment he had the opportunity, he would flip and knock her off or twist and turn in such a way it would be nearly impossible for her to keep on. In her mind, Ceylon wanted her dead. But that wasn't what happened at all. After a few minutes of gentle gliding and the occasional bout of powerful flapping, it became quite clear that Ceylon wasn't making any moves to dislodge her from his back, and she wasn't impeding his ability to flap his wings.

Given her stance farther down, with her legs wrapped around his belly and her chest flat to his spine between his wing-shoulders, she knew that she must be making flight uncomfortable. Gryphon mounts usually saddled up closer to their shoulders, with the legs curved up under their wings. Though such a move might be risky mid-flight, Lexi had strong hands and a good grip on the leather harness, so she decided it made sense to give it a shot. If Ceylon protested, she'd just slide back.

Slowly and carefully, Lexi reached forward to grab the next leather strap, pulling herself up as she released the powerful grip her legs held on either side of his belly. She gulped heavily and glanced up to see if he had made any motions or sounds of protest, but all she could see was the fluffy, swept back brown feathers of his neck and shoulders, even if he was upset with her she wouldn't be able to see and discern that. Still, she figured it was best to keep trying.

Lexi waited a moment until Ceylon stopped flapping to pull herself up his body, her lithe form slithering up his spine between his wings as she pulled herself up past the harness. With only his neck feathers to hold onto, she pulled her legs up one at a time and cradled his upper torso, curling her calves up under his wing base. Once she got into position, Ceylon offered a sly glance back at her followed by a deep rumbling in his throat that tickled her loins quite nicely.

Was he growling? Was he hissing? Was he purring? Lexi couldn't find out, but she was happy to see that he wasn't doing any crazy motions or trying to buck her off mid-flight. He seemed content, and that gave her the courage and intestinal fortitude to trust him just enough to slowly sit up straight like a proper rider. The wind whipped at her whiskers and hair, so she flipped up her balaclava mask and squinted her eyes, surveying the land around them. She was shocked to see that Uriel was far, far to the north from there surrounded by the steep cliffs and dense forest. Ceylon had flown her to the southern mountain range across the Fields of Farra.

She groaned loudly. "How am I going to walk back to Uriel from here?" She opined, but the wind made it sound garbled to the point even she couldn't hear herself. Then, as if Ceylon heard her, the gryphon twisted his head and dipped one wing, angling himself downward to land in the foothills of the mountain. The ground quickly rushed up at her as she felt that familiar floaty sensation in her chest before Ceylon banked, flapped, and expertly dove between two trees to flutter to a stop in a glade, claws digging at the dirt and scattering pebbles everywhere.

Once he'd completely lost all momentum, she hurriedly hopped off his back and stumbled away on wobbly legs, landing in a heap against a mossy log while Ceylon stretched and folded up his wings and walked over to a pool at the base of a waterfall. He took a drink while she struggled to her feet.

"Well, alright then." She said to herself, pulling the mask off her face and peeling her hood back to let it fold up on her back. Just then, she came to realize how utterly lost she was and how far away from home she'd gone. While in the air she could see she was easily at least twenty kilometers away from the Uriel Cliffs that surrounded the city, maybe twenty-five or more depending on how far up the mountain Ceylon had landed. She knew which direction she needed to go - north - and finding that would be easy enough once she made it to the foothills and escaped the forest there. The Fields of Farra were quite flat, so she could likely see most of the way from here to the city without much obstruction.

She hopped up onto the log to survey the area as best she could. Ceylon was lapping up water from the pool at the receiving end of the waterfall, and there was a tiny stream that trickled out and went downhill. The glade was pretty small, maybe five or seven meters wide at most with the tall mossy trees reaching out to obscure all but a single stream of light that illuminated Ceylon and the edge of the lake he was drinking from. Now that they'd calmed, the buzzing of bugs and the faint chirping of birds started back up, giving her a sense of serenity.

"So it's just you and I now, featherbutt." She said, lifting up her knee to rest against. "So what do we do now? Do I leave you here and hope you get that harness off or do I take it off now and sell it in the Uriel market?" She chuckled gently at herself. "Oh who am I kidding; of course I take it off." Her legs were still a bit wobbly from the flight, but she still hopped off the log to make her way across the glade, stepping up next to Ceylon.

He didn't move or protest in the least, instead he crouched down on his front legs to give her better access while still drinking. Beyond that, he barely acknowledged her presence save a few idle glances over to her as if he were ensuring she was still there.

"Good boy." She complimented, then reached over to start undoing each of the straps that held the harness in place. While she worked, Ceylon started to purr and rumble in delight, his feathers standing on edge under her touch. It was clear he was happy to have the leather off his back, as gryphons should be free and it was quite cruel to keep one bound as this one had been. "What was your previous mount doing to you?"

Little did Lexi know that Ceylon remained quite loyal to Ithilwen, and the two had grown quite close over the last year. The reason the gryphon had so aggressively taken flight was that he didn't really trust Em or the two canines, and he was intending to find his rider as fast as he could but wasn't entirely sure where to look. As he was more of a reclusive gryphon type, he wasn't the kind to dive headlong into the nearby city so they ended up on the ground along the south mountain range for a drink. He was thirsty for water, but also hungry for something out.

With water still dripping from his beak, he turned and stood back up straight at the exact time the last of the latches was released and the harness fell to the ground. His dominant upright pose made Lexi pause in hesitation, unsure if he was being aggressive or not.

"You be good." She commanded, pressing her palms up to his shoulder to push him away. "Don't you bite me." When he leaned in with beak open, she pressed both of her palms to his cere as if to push him away in self defense. However, he was far larger and far stronger than she was so he was able to lean into her and shake her hands off his face as he leaned in, eyes closed and beak rubbing against her cheek and neck. The touch raised every strand of fur on her body as his warm breath tickled her. "O-oh. Okay then. Wasn't expecting that but you're welcome to keep it up if you want." His gentle caress was quite the nice massage, the kind of attention she'd been desiring for months.

He pushed away from the water and leaned into her, eyes closed as he used his neck to wrap around her, pulling her into a hug against his chest with beak pressed to the small of her back. When he noticed that her little tail was wagging gently, he rumbled a deep avian purr and lightly preened at her fur. Problem was, she was wearing a tight-fitting dark blue cowl and he wasn't able to preen her properly, so he just hooked his beak on the fabric and ripped a big hole up the middle.

"Hey!" She yelped at him, hearing the tear while also feeling the stab of his beak on the small of her back. Ceylon immediately hopped away and crouched down, scorned. She thought this was cute, so she giggled to herself and smiled. "Sorry, sorry. Didn't realize you were so meek. Big bad gryphon like you, I thought you would be a bit more dominant; especially after how you treated my partners." She crouched down and patted him on the neck, running her fingers between his feathers, relishing in the warmth she felt emanating from him. Birds were so much warmer than otters.

Once he was certain she was not mad at him, he got back up and stood tall, shaking his head as his feathers flopped from side to side. He yawned wide and licked his beak, demeanor shifting with ease from that of exhausted mount to playful pup. Before she could respond or react to him, he crouched down and raised his rump, beak agape in a smile as he leapt at her, pinning Lexi to the ground beneath his talons. While on top of her, he licked at her face and eagerly nuzzled into her cheek and neck amidst her protests.

"Gah! Hey, what are you doing? Glck!" She sputtered and tried her best to push him away, but was pinned in place by his weight and the light digging of his claws into her, so much so that she found herself being ground up into the dirt and moss. Eventually, he did stop and hop off her, once again in playful pounce position and ready to leap at her again even if she wasn't ready for that.

Lexi slowly got to her feet, gently brushing herself off as she did so and extended a single hand forward with one finger raised. "No. No pouncing." She commanded, hoping he would actually listen. To her surprise and delight, he calmly stood back up and puffed out his chest feathers, still happily grinning even though he was displaying his dominance in a way. "Good boy. Now I'm gonna go get clean because you got me all dirty. You stay here, okay?" She peeled off her ripped top and tossed it over the log, then stepped out of her pants and kicked her shoes off to the side as well before stepping into the shallow water of the pond beneath the waterfall, the coldness of it soaking through her fur in the most satisfying way. She loved the feel of chilly water cooling her lithe form.

Ceylon kept a close eye on her, watching over Lexi before turning his back away from the pond and sitting back on his haunches. It was like he was protecting her or something.

She couldn't help but notice this behavior, finding it quite peculiar. At first she thought he might have been looking away to be a gentleman-drake, but that seemed a bit too anthromorphed of a behavior for Ceylon, who had otherwise seemed to be akin to an intelligent dog or wild dolphin. Unless his last trainer had specifically trained him to look away, it was more likely that he was sticking to his instincts to protect that to whom he was loyal while they were exposed.

Immensely cute and more than a little endearing. Even her mates weren't that loyal to her. The thought of a gryphon partner certainly aroused her and excited her at a carnal, primal level, but she still needed to clean and get the dirt and twigs out of her fur before she could think about doing anything about that or returning to her companions.

Slowly, she submerged herself in the water up to the neck, relishing the cool feeling as the water washed over her, the waterfall behind her crashing down mere meters behind her. While there, she gently shook her body off to dislodge the dirt from her floating fur, watching with intent as the brown cloud got carried away in a series of light wisps. To her, this was the best time to reflect on life and take a moment for her own thoughts, so she did. Of course, this also meant that her mind found itself drifting from finding a solution back to Uriel and the more lewd thoughts that came up when she reminisced on the lewd acts that Em, Natasha, and Trisani had committed to Ceylon.

All the while, the gryphon remained posted at the edge of the water, his tail swishing about and splashing while his eyes scanned the clearing. This was oddly encouraging for Lexi, since she was prepared to leave the clearing without giving him any proper goodbyes, but now she felt like maybe she could have some fun with him before they parted ways. Given that he was clearly noble and protective, there was a good chance he'd care for her and be gentle instead of being the aggressive beast he'd been to others.

These thoughts lasted only a few minutes before she shook herself free of them ad started focusing back on the task at hand. She needed to find a way to get back to Uriel, and if her calculations were correct she could expect that to last her upwards of five hours at the least, assuming she found a straight-away trail or trade route, not factoring in the terrain and the time it would take to get out of this forest. She hadn't brought any money with her to the liberation of the gryphon so it wasn't like she could get away with chartering a ride back into town. She had her wiles and feminine form but she wasn't the kind to sell herself for favors so that was out.

All of her estimations were made worse when she thought about how much harder it would be if she were walking funny after Ceylon got a hold of her. He'd been quite aggressive and willing with Trisani, so that meant that if she chose to offer herself to him she'd need to brace herself. On the flip side, she noticed that Ceylon was peculiarly passive now that it was just the two of them. He'd been playful, but not sexually aggressive as he'd been back atop the forested cliffs, and she really needed to figure out what had changed. Wasn't really important, but once she got a question such as this in her mind she felt an intense desire to have it answered and couldn't let it rest until she had at least an idea.

The first theory that crossed her mind was he'd maybe finished up and his more carnal desires had been satisfied, but that couldn't be right since nothing had changed between their meeting and now. He had calmed and yet he hadn't been satisfied any more by her than he'd been by Trisani and Em.

Eminy. Maybe that was the key. Lexi's mentor mare Em was equine, and Lexi knew that gryphons were notorious for either eating or mating with horses, depending on gender. As the tales went, if a male gryphon found a mare he'd mate with her, but if he found a stallion he'd kill it and eat it, and vice versa with female gryphons. The only time a horse was safe was if it was gelded. Maybe Em was the key, her equine allure the trigger to Ceylon's lust.

Lexi could find a way to entice him, but it required an old magic she didn't use all that often. Naturally born an otter, she had some transformation magic in her that allowed her to take on features and elements from various mammalian creatures in order to blend in or mask her identity. This worked great when stealthily infiltrating different cities on her liberation missions, but she'd never thought about using it to sexually entice a creature. The magic took a lot of energy and often left her exhausted, though, so it wasn't something she partook in too often. In the past years of her work with the Feral Liberation Front, she'd only done the species-shifting magics a few time.

Her curiosity had been piqued, and everything she'd done with Ceylon since meeting him had dripped with sexual energy so she'd been harboring arousal since she first saw the gryphon's massive cock. Though her mind should have remained focused on her trip home, she was finding that the brainstorming of a potential encounter with the beast was far more fun.

She was alone with him, high in the mountains. Nobody knew her location, so what harm could it do to indulge a bit? He'd already endeared himself to her so it wasn't like she was in danger of him turning and getting angry with her. Perhaps if she used some of that magic to adopt some feline elements, it would be close enough to his own species that it would trigger his arousal. Such thoughts may have been only partially founded, but she felt the plausibility was strong enough that she was willing to take the risk and she had wasted too much effort staving off her lust.

With her body still mostly submerged by the running water, she closed her eyes and took in a few long, deep breaths as she focused her energies, drawing from the land around her to activate the transformation magics. The changes were quite subtle, with her facial structure grinding into a slightly different shape while her tail extended and her body lost a bit of its tone to the more saggy skin of a feline. Her patterns and colors remained the same - an earthy chestnut brown, mostly - but her arms and legs and torso all rippled in waves to replace her well-toned otter features with a more wiry set of feline features.

Mere minutes passed before she felt like she'd done enough to alter her body for him. Once she was content with the changes, she stood up and stepped forth out of the water, completely nude and showing off her new features.

Ceylon glanced back and raised an ear, curious as to what had happened. His feathers stood on end as he turned to her, head down and wings partially spread in a defensive stance. Lexi hadn't considered that maybe her impulsive body morph might create confusion within him, so she raised a hand to him and spoke with her natural voice.

"Whoa boy, it's me." She explained, gently nodding as she leaned into him.

Upon hearing her words, he loosened up and stood back up, clicking his beak and jerking his head from side to side, curious. When she emerged fully from the water, he leaned in and nuzzled at her chest, the crest of his beak prodding between her breasts as he lightly preened at her now-longer belly fur. A deep rumble emanated from his chest as he leaned into her, happy to wrap his neck around hers and pull her into a hug like before, only this time she was nude so there were no clothes in the way to be ripped or torn.

A cool chill ran up her spine as she glanced around the clearing, cautiously scanning the area before she made any farther moves. Nervous and a little anxious at her planned actions, she nearly considered giving up out of fear before realizing that if she had the magic to morph into a feline version of herself, she could resist and heal anything he could do to her. She was in no danger of being harmed, unless he got aggressive and decided she'd be a meal.

If Ceylon chose that as her fate, it was going to be so whether she presented herself or not.

"Hey there boy, good gryphon." She cooed at him, lightly patting at his chest feathers as she tried to sneak out from his neck-hug. Slowly, she sidestepped down his flank, lightly rubbing and caressing his feathers there as she kept speaking to him. "Yeah. There ya go. Please be nice." She was doing her best to entice him while still trying to be firm enough to get the point across that she was a friend and not a foe or enemy. When she got close to his wing, he lifted it up a bit so she reached her hand up under its feathers to scratch and rub there, running her fingers up through the soft fur on his flank before lightly sliding them down around his belly to lightly prod near his sheath.

Lexi's heart was racing as she focused on the warmth and sensations of soft velvety fur around the gryphon's sheath, and it made her want it even more. For a brief moment, her more reasonable side suggested this was the last chance she could leave this silly endeavor and start her trek back to town, but then her carnal desires happily punted those thoughts far away before taking control. When she looked back up at Ceylon, he had an intense look on his face that could have been scary had he not been shuffling from one hind leg to the other to slowly widen his stance.

After a powerful gulp and a few heavy breaths, Lexi decided that it was time to make a move. She leaned into him and brought her hand up to lightly cradle his sheathe, giving it a squeeze and a bit of a rub up and down its length, a whimper escaping her lips as she got a good feel of the girth hiding within. Ceylon didn't buck, nor did he recoil or react directly, but he did gently ease into her as the tip of his member revealed itself to her, a gooey mess oozing into her hand alongside his shaft.

Her lower jaw trembled and her tail twitched as she caught a light sample of the musky scent that was emanating up from between his legs; Ceylon had been partially pleasured, so the sweetly pungent aroma of gryphon seed was sticking to him still, and it was triggering her arousal in exactly the right way, moistening her loins beyond the water that clung to her fir and was still falling off in drips.

Curious, Lexi wrapped her fingers around his length to give a gentle squeeze, tugging lightly as his barbs caught on her fur and pawpads. Without missing a beat, she pulled her hand out from under him to lick one of her fingers, noting that her tongue felt exactly like the barbs that lined the gryphon's cock tip. The flavor was as potent and sharp as she had imagined; slimy yet so immensely satisfying!

As she brought her hand back down to his belly, she noticed a gooey bridge of lubricant tracing from her lips to her fingers, which she eagerly sucked up and swallowed down before crouching down to one knee. Unfortunately, Ceylon was that perfect height where kneeling under him proved to be too low and standing up proved to be too high, so she bent over with her tail up as she forced back the skin of his sheath to reveal every ridge, knot lobe, and barb of his length. His knot hadn't swollen yet, but she could see the beginnings of its shape throbbing against her palms as she leaned into him, wrapping her lips around the tip and offering a gentle suckle.

Lexi was immediately turned off and uninterested, as the physical sensation of barbs on her lips felt like she was licking herself, so she lightly gagged and gave him a gentle tug, only to be shocked by the sudden feeling of his beak hooked up under her tail.

Somewhat shocked, she glanced back to see Ceylon had curled his neck downwards in order to nuzzle between her thighs, tongue out and lashing at her legs in an attempt to find her pussy. Her first instinct was to close her legs, as she felt like he was getting a little too frisky too fast, but then she laughed internally as she realized how foolish that was, as she'd been stroking and sucking his cock already. As such, she gulped down heavy and parted her legs, dipping her lower back and raising her tail high as she tried her best to get back to his member and the pleasure she could offer him.

Her passion started with aplomb as she nuzzled along its length and licked down its shaft, relishing in every ridge and bump, but she was quickly distracted as she felt Ceylon's tongue find its mark. The long, snake-like tendril lapped at her pussy lips, eagerly tasting her arousal before plunging into her depths and swirling around, tickling every bit of her flesh from womb to clit.

Though she wanted to give him pleasure, to focus on his member and coax a proper orgasm from him, she found herself unable to return to that goal as now all she could think about was grinding back against Ceylon's upturned beak, eager to feel more of him inside her. She curled her toes into the dirt and idly began rubbing at her clit, a meek whimper of pleasure escaping her lips as she twitched and gyrated into him. Part of her really wanted to just stay there and let him go at her until she erupted in pleasure, but her natural desire to give more than she took quickly overwhelmed her and she felt she had no choice but to try another approach.

Lexi lowered her tail and bent her legs, crouching down to pull away from his eager tongue. In her squatting position, she felt a tickle in her loins as a combination of Ceylon's saliva and her own arousal dripped onto the dirt and moss between her feet. Such a waste, she thought. To remedy that, she pivoted on the balls of her feet and spun around, lifting back up so that his memebr was resting heavily on the small of her back, gumming up the fur there with his lubricant and arousal.

"Stay still, dear." She cooed at him, a purr billowing up in her chest. Though she'd been feline before, it remained strange to feel a purr coming on, as her natural form didn't quite work the same way and this was natural for a cat. Furthermore, she was quickly finding her own purring to be oddly enticing as she touched herself, as the added vibrations seemed to work on her, albeit slightly nulled from a proper external vibration.

She used this discovery to best pleasure her gryphon partner as she reached up between her legs to grab his member, eagerly aiming it at her plump lips.

Then she paused.

Was Lexi really ready for this? She'd seen just how big Ceylon's knot had grown when he was fooling around with Trisani, and she was in feline form - naturally an otter. She was capable and not afraid of any cock she'd encountered, but this was a feral gryph, neither of her forms he'd met were capable of properly handling such a beasty member. On the verge of pushing back to feel him fill her, she nearly considered stepping away and forgetting about this whole endeavor, until she came to realize that, despite being so close and capable of bucking forth, Ceylon was remaining still.

The gryphon could have arched his back and slammed every bit into her in one go, metaphorically tearing her apart in the process, but instead he remained in place with cock throbbing and the barbs extending to lightly tug at her flesh and tickle her lips. He was being kind, considerate, and most of all accommodating; it was like he knew she was nervous and was doing all he could to show his compassion towards her.

Lexi wasn't sure if this was just her projecting her own hopes and fantasies or if Ceylon just wasn't in the mood, but whatever the case she found herself once again eager with renewed vigor, hungry for that fulfilling sensation of cock parting her flesh and plunging into her depths. She tensed up one last time with her toe claws teasing at the moss before she exhaled and relaxed, leaning back onto him while guiding his length into her.

Her eyes went a little cross as she felt his cock tip plunge deep into her, the barbs massaging her flesh every step of the way as his gooey flesh slid effortlessly against her quivering depths. To her delight, he was a pleasant and comfortable girth that was fulfilling and immensely arousing, not a too-thick obstacle to overcome or a task to accomplish. Perhaps her feline body was a bit more malleable than her own otter form, or maybe the transformation magic allowed her to be a bit more on the stretchy side, but whatever the case she found herself somewhat flabbergasted at just how well she could handle the gryphon's meat.

More, she leaned back and waggled her hips to feel his member slide in one ridge at a time right up until she felt the familiar bulge of knot pressing against her lips, threatening to widen her hips and pop in without warning. Despite being only semi-lucid thanks to the orgasmic delight that throbbed and tickled her from within, she still had the wherewithal to realize that she wasn't ready for that knot, so she pulled away and stepped off him with one step. His member slurped out of her, the barbs tugging on her walls as if to resist extraction for they were comfortable and happy.

She took note of this and grabbed around the knot, using the base of his member to guide the rest of his length up and down her lips, occasionally dabbing the barbed tip against her clit for extra sensation before leaning back to force its length back into her as deep as it would go. Again, the knot slammed against her lips, and she started rocking back and forth as her hips were gyrating, each motion angling his cock tip against her most sensitive spot just in under her clit.

Once she'd gained a bit of a rhythm, she noticed Ceylon starting to match her motions and counter her, pushing as she did and pulling back when she did the same. The accented motions nearly knocked her off her feet, so she reached forward to grab at his front legs, using him for balance while pushing back as hard as she could go. To her delight, the harder she pushed, the stronger and more firmly Ceylon grinded up against her, his knot twisting and rolling against her lips with each motion.

Deep down inside she knew that if she kept at it she'd feel him pop into her very soon, and that filled her with a lot of lust and just a little bit of dread. This concoction of emotions and anticipation triggered her more adventurous side, urging her to go for it by grunting and pushing back as hard as she could, figuring if she was going to be knotted she was going to do it right.

As expected, Ceylon reciprocated this motion by arching his back and spreading out his wings wide, lowering them to cover her as he twitched and bucked into her. The added vigor from him and the steadfast determination she countered with soon coaxed the first lobes of his knot to squeeze into her, compressing between the limits of her hip bones and the taut flesh of her pussy's opening. That initial lurch gave enough momentum to have him buck again, plunging all six lobes of his knot into her in one motion.

"Hnnnnnnghph!" She whined to herself, tensing up her body as she felt his knot slide into her. She knew what was coming but still wasn't ready for him when he started to swell and expand, each lobe of his member pressing out against her taut pussy flesh. The bigger he grew, the deeper he went and the warmer she felt within herself. As she looked down, she saw the faintest hint of a bulge in her belly as the gryphon's cock pressed out against her feline abdomen, a slight pulsation twitching as his cock pumped his first torrents of gryphon seed into her.

The bloat that built in her womb quickly brought her to a body-shuddering orgasm as the girth of his knot pulsed and twitched against that sensitive spot under her clit. Her eyes went a little cross and her tail twitched as she shuddered and struggled to stay standing, the gryphon remaining mostly still in place while she pushed back against his front legs.

Though Lexi knew this could have ended up unpleasant for her, potentially painful and even dangerous, she was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable Ceylon's knot came to be within her. The swell of the knot was cumbersome against her taut flesh, but it was in the right place and the slight throbs and twitches were a very subtle but immensely pleasurable experience to her. She wanted more, and she wanted to just clench and squeeze and gyrate her hips at him until the following morning, not wanting this never-ending wave of pleasure to crash to a halt.

What most shocked her was how calm Ceylon was being this time. Back outside Uriel, Ceylon had aggressively pounced and sexually attacked her comrades, but he was being gentle and considerate with her. Questions swirled in her mind, such as 'what changed?', and 'has he come to trust me?' Regardless of what might have happened or what triggered the change in his behaviour, Lexi was pleased to have met the more compassionate version of this gryphon.

Just as she was thinking about all the ways she was going to try to keep Ceylon around after the liberation of him, he folded up his wings and flopped to the side, yanking him down to the ground with him. She landed on her rump, forced to lay down on the dirt next to him with his member still lodged firmly within her. Still, she curled her toes and grunted gently in between whimpers of pleasure, but she found herself ready to relax now that she was laying down and no longer needed to focus on staying balanced on her feet.

She tried to lightly rub herself in an attempt to add to the pleasure, but quickly found that any additional stimulation was a little too much as she'd grown so sensitive that it almost hurt. With little else to do, she leaned forth so that the knot tugged on her depths, massaging her that way. The intent was to maybe pop off him so she didn't get stuck tied to a gryph for the hours it was said to take to finish consummation, but she quickly found that there was absolutely no way that knot was slipping out of that hole.

"Ah well. Not that I'm complaining." She said to herself, muttering under her breath as she leaned back into Ceylon. She knew that she'd be here a while, but the gentle tremors of pleasure that were snaking their way through her loins mixed with the pleasured distention of her flesh ensured that she wasn't too eager to part ways with Ceylon. Not now, perhaps not ever if she had anything to say about it.

This was definitely not how she'd intended to spend her time. The day was still young, and when she got the message from Em that there was a gryphon nearby, she had to step into action. As it turned out, the gryphon likely didn't need any of their help, but clearly wasn't against taking some pleasure from them.

Regardless of how she got to this point, she knew what was next for the immediate future. First up, she would coax every bit of pleasure from Ceylon she could muster while ensuring he was satisfied before the next chapter in their lives began. Then, once she'd decided what she would do with this now-free gryphon, it was time to return home to Uriel where she would meet up with her fellow Feral Liberation Front member.

Would she have a tale to tell? Only the horizon of time knew that for sure.

What she certainly didn't know, however, was how hard Ithilwen would be looking for her mount once she was done investigating the city of Uriel.