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Story Description: This is another YCH I collaborated with TSC to bring to life. It features a naughty gryphon getting punished by his colonel in a surprisingly pleasing way.

Wrill belongs to: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/silicas/

Kirikaze belongs to: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/eclipseprodigy

Story is written by me, while the artwork is done by The_Secret_Cave

Military Misconduct (Illustrated story collab done with http://www.furaffinity.net/user/thesecretcave/)

The day started to get a bit too long for Kirikaze's taste.

"Halt!"

The colonel's shout put everyone on edge. One thing that Kirikaze enjoyed more than a soldier doing his best were the looks he got now. Did I screw up? Is he looking at me?

Every one of his soldiers had a particular question lodged in their heads, save for Wrill, a pompous feral whose sole reason to join the flight force was to peek under the tales of feral dragons.

"Wrill! To me!"

The gryphon broke away from the formation. Kirikaze took him inside the barracks, then closed the door behind him.

"Do you know why I locked you in here? Hmm?" he snapped his fingers at Wrill's perking ears. "Anything going through that bird brain of yours that doesn't reek of your need?"

The gryphon tilted his head. "Need, sir? I'm not sure I follow."

Kirikaze ducked under the creature's wing and grabbed Wrill by his big fat sheath. "This need!" he squeezed hard enough to make the gryphon squawk. "The need to bury your bone inside anything with scales on it. I will not let you jeopardize the focus of my squad, soldier. Did I make myself clear?"

"You've got scales...sir."

Kirikaze's snout wrinkled with anger. The bird had some nerve to taunt him. Nerve...and quite the package too by the feel of it. Kirikaze shifted through the silky fur to grape the gryphon's sizable sack. It had a pleasant weight to it, and radiated a most pleasant kind of heat.

"Sir? Are you...playing with my marbles?"

"Show me." Kirikaze suddenly straightened his back. The gryphon seemed confused, looking around the barracks as if he could be caught doing something indecent at any moment.

"Excuse me. I must've misheard that last-"

"I want you to fuck me, soldier."

Wrill's beak remained parted for ten silent seconds, a most amusing display given his cocky attitude. "Not so brave now, are we?" the colonel paced around the stunned gryphon. "You got so used to catching your victims unaware that you never imagined what happens if your target strikes back."

Kirikaze grabbed the gryphon again, peeling his sheath back just enough to reveal the barbed tip of his penis.

"Sir...please. Don't...tempt me into doing something we will both regret."

The dragon revealed more of the juicy cock. "Are you going to disobey a direct order?"

Kirikaze allowed Wrill to overpower him. It was only fair given the recent treatment he suffered under the colonel. He placed his forepaws on each of the dragon's smaller shoulders, inspecting with a critical eye.

"You are not so threatening on your back, colonel. Speaking of it...you don't look half as bad either. Very well. I will play this game of yours. To which part of your esteemed body shall this humble bird attend to?"

"Everything," Kirikaze rid himself of his clothes and laid his head back with a pleasant sigh. "And make sure there is enough tongue there to wash away whatever dust got between my scales. This is your chance to unleash whatever perversions you concocted inside that feathery head of yours, soldier. I suggest you make the best of it."

Wrill gave a pleasant nod of his head. "How can I not? It is not everyday that a colonel surrenders to my whims. There will not be a single drop of grime on your brilliant scales once I'm done with you."

Kirikaze expected a kick to the groin or some other quip from the proud bird. Most gryphons preferred to find themselves on the receiving end of a hand, tongue, or tool, but Wrill pleasantly surprised him when he started licking along his arm with his delightful tongue, warm, moist, quite longer than the average avian's. Kirikaze growled warmly when Wrill moved over to his neck to plant a few circular licks on an area particularly sensitive to such gestures of affection.

"Aaaaarrrhhh," Kirikaze rumbled as the gryphon started to graze at his durable scales. "You're full of surprises today. Wonder what else is locked in that feathery head of yours."

Wrill squawked happily, then moved his beak down the dragon's bare chest. Kirikaze stretched his fingers to allow the dripping tongue to maneuver between them like a playful serpent. With those done, Wrill traveled further down the dragon's chest, his warm licks stirring a pleasant heat below the dragon's scales.

Kirikaze thought about grabbing hold of the creature's head, but somehow it felt wrong to let such a pleasant opportunity pass him by. After all, it wasn't every day one of his cadets literally threw themselves in his arms.

The dragon closed his eyes. A moaning gasp left his parting maw along with a shuddering breath. The tongue that bathed his body started to move lower... and lower, too close to that part of his body that had neither scales nor hide to protect it against the gryphon's brazen touch.

"Wrill...I think...gaah I think you're being too thorough with your-"

The gryphon shook off the dragon's entrapping hands and plunged the tip of his beak between the soaked lips of the dragon's genital slit, his eyes fluttering as he inhaled a long, deep musk-leaden breath.

"Kraaawk..." he clacked his beak a few times like a dog that just caught the taste of a bitch at the peak of her heat. "You said your whole body, and that is what I intend to do, colonel."

Kirikaze drew a sharp breath when Wrill's tongue made contact with his slit. His toes curled and relaxed as the gryphon prodded with his delightful tongue. One. Two. Three. He counted the quickening beats of his heart up until eight, when he felt the surge of blood travel into his growing maleness.

Wrill felt that. He focused his efforts on the oversensitive tip, the slathering touch of his tongue sending tremors of pleasure along the colonel's tensing body. Wrill did not have a lengthy tongue or large amount of lubricating saliva. He had precision, and with the right touch he could stir unexpected waves of sheer bliss in any male. Right now the gryphon dabbed quickly at the pulsating flesh that stirred inside the slit, slurping away the moisture that quickly built up on the fleshy cock-walls that trembled like pudding. Kirikaze hasn't expected the gryphon's touch to feel so good. He clenched his slit walls in a vain attempt to entrap the gryphon's tongue. Its lithe stature allowed it to evade the oppressive walls like a fish sliding through the water. Wrill liked to taste. No; to feast on the bounty of scents that spurted from the depths of the colonel's slit, circling the area with long strokes of his tongue and clacking his beak after every slurp of the pheromone-leaden precum.

Kirikaze growled and kicked at the air. He couldn't keep his cock inside any longer. He had to thrust. To mount. To cum.

That's when Wrill dove inside. The flesh parted for his beak like water before a wizard's will. A shudder of intense pleasure rushed through Kirikaze' spine at the sudden pressure, flaring his wings and culminating with a soft, moaning roar. Wrill was too quick. Too restless, and much too lustful. He shoved himself deeper until he met the dragon's stirring cock.

Then, he licked, slurped, and rubbed, that restless eel of a tongue playing around his oversensitive tip over and over again in a maddening dance of unbridled pleasure.

"GRAAAAHHH!" The colonel thrust his hips upwards. His cock exploded out of the overstuffed slit, pushing Wrill back and pelting the gryphon's face with four strings of fresh precum.

"Was that...seed?" He squawked as he tried shaking off the gooey fluid from his dripping cheeks.

"You should know," Kirikaze panted heavily. "...after you drank my essence like I'm a bloody female."

"I know I love the way you taste and smell, colonel... not that it takes a single lick for your lust to spill forth!"

The pleasure was too intense to argue, and Wrill was of a similar mind. He didn't waste time on words when he had other important locations to visit. After he cleaned his beak off the translucent strings of dragon precum, he ventured back towards the dragon's crevice, carefully sniffing around the pulsating cock while he rubbed his beak around the edges of the soaked lips. Heat and lust relaxed the muscles, making every touch feel like heated waves of pure pleasure.

Kirikaze winced when he found his sensitive spot pinched by the gryphon's beak. He struck at Wrill, forcing him back with a squawk and a few flaps of his wings.

"Too rough for you?" the gryphon asked.

"Too good. Do it again. Gently..."

Wrill resumed his pecking around the edges of the dragon's sensitive slit. He thoroughly enjoyed licking, sniffing and tugging on the sensitive skin sheltering that beautiful cock. Kirikaze liked his breath as much as his tongue. It flowed like warm water over his genital area, soothing the pinching sensation left behind by the sharp beak. Wrill slid closer to the center, and closer, until his beak rubbed against a different breed of flesh. This one was tight and strong unlike the soft shelter that protected the dragon's cock.

"What happens if I take this inside my beak?" Wrill said as he trailed the back of a claw along the colonel's rod.

"Please..." Kirikaze mumbled, almost panting with lust to see himself trapped inside that hot, beautiful beak.

"Please what?" the gryphon licked along the cock, forcing the slit to spasm and contract.

The heat forced another moan out of the dragon's throat. "Take it a bit slower. I want...I'd like to enjoy this for as long as I can until...hrrrnnnhhh until..."

The dragon's moans faded into a cacophonous series of coos and squawks. Wrill polished the cock with his tongue, his warmth sending ripples of delight down the dragon's spine.

"You seem quite resilient to me, colonel. Perhaps a quick look inside to see how you're holding up?"

Kirikaze was far too weak to stop the perverted bird. Wrill pushed the tips of two claws past the trembling surface of the muscles and gently pulled them apart.

Kirikaze snarled in delight. Spread apart like a female. Then eaten like one. The same lewd tongue invaded his depths like a cock, stimulating his flesh in so many delightful ways.

"Grrraaarh!" Kirikaze released another trembling roar. His cock jerked up and spat two spurts of precum that splattered on his own belly.

"Sent you over the edge, haven't I?" Wrill licked the tip of his beak as he pulled back.

"No, but it was close," Kirikaze said. "Much too close."

"Good. That means you're ready."

Ready to cum? Tempting. But not quite.

"Turn around," Kirikaze waved with a trembling hand.

"Why? I barely-"

"Equality rules, bird-brain," Kirikaze hissed. "You will have the chance to feast on my cum, but only after I get a taste of you."

Wrill fluttered his wings, confused by the odd request. What kind of male ripped himself from the eve of his climax to service his partner? Nonetheless, he turned around, tail raised above his firm spheres.

Kirikaze licked his snout at the sight of the most enticing package he'd seen in a while. Most gryphons were not very well endowed Their tailholes were barely large enough to fit a claw inside, and their cocks minuscule, sheltered inside fluffy sheaths like the claws of their hind paws. Still, there was something appetizing in the way Wrill swished his tail over his shuddering hole. His balls trembled slightly, accommodating for the blood surging within. Kirikaze rolled over on his fours and approached his snout. A wave of warmth washed around Wrill's dangling balls, but also over his more-than-accommodating butt, forcing a weak squawk out of the gryphon's throat. He wobbled on his paws, looking behind with a needy gaze.

Kirikaze took in the sights of the puckered rim, then crawled forward. The gryphon's heavy balls draped over his snout like a pair of squishy fruits, enticing, arousing...

But not as arousing as the potent smell layering the entrance of the gryphon's sheath. The colonel moaned when he breathed in the musk. It was strong and fertile, not unlike a female at the peak of her heat. He took the aroma deep inside his nostrils, then allowed his tongue to wash along the tip of the sheath in slow, linear paths. A multitude of tastes assaulted his senses. Kirikaze expected dust and musk, but not the faint fragrance of seed. He licked around the gryphon's sheath, and against it too, poking at the entrance until his tongue snuck inside to kiss the gryphon's semi-hardened cock.

Wrill gave a shrill of delight. Like the colonel, he could hardly deny his mounting instincts. With a buck of his legs he launched himself forth, drops of precum splattering over Kirikaze's scales from the gryphon's emerging cock. Kirikaze looked at the shaft, smiled, then moved back to the balls. He wasn't an uncivilized brute to deny his partner of an enjoyable session of foreplay. He played with the gryphon's balls, then suckled on them like candies up until the gryphon's rod retreated back inside its home.

Kirikaze licked his snout. He hoped this was going to happen. With his eyes closed, he took the gryphon's furred sheath inside his mouth, stuck his tongue through the opening, then suckled like a fawn feeding from his mother's milk.

Wrill leaned on his forelegs, too unsteady to remain on all fours. His muscles tensed and clenched, just like his oversensitive cock that pounded with fresh bursts of heated blood. Kirikaze wrapped his tongue around the emerging rod and squeezed his jaws tighter. Warm pulsations quaked beneath the soft flesh, fueling the gryphon's lust. His shivering flanks thrust forth, pushing his member deeper into the heated prison.

Kirikaze spat it out once it grew past what his jaws could accommodate. The thick baton slapped against the gryphon's belly like a perverse pole, a thick bulging thing with a barbed tip and a swollen knot reminiscing of two balls fused together. Kirikaze bathed it nonetheless, sniffed greedily, and slapped his tongue around its rock hard form, all while Wrill screeched and flapped his wings with delight.

"I'm-I'm about to shoot!"

Kirikaze could have ripped himself away from the bouncing organ, but instead he went down on the gryphon, swallowing inch after inch of hard avian meat until the knot too entered the homely embrace of his jaws.

"Kraaaa!"

Wave after wave of hot pre-seed pelted the colonel's throat. Eyes closed, he focused so much on milking that tasty treat of its goodness that he was taken completely unaware by the flash of heat that swiped over his own raging cock. The dragon couldn't hiss; not with a mouth full of cock anyway, so he dropped on his side and let the bird return the favor. Wrill swallowed his cock in one go thanks to the smaller size, but for Kirikaze, it was not size that mattered, but pleasure.

The deep, smothering pleasure of an avian's throat. The gryphon bobbed his head up and down to cover every inch of the colonel's cock in new reserves of saliva, his trembling moans soon dwarfed by the messy slurps of the gryphon's feasting. Kirikaze couldn't last even if he hurt himself, so instead of fighting he surrendered to the rippling bliss that exploded from the depths of his slit. The dragon's squeezing eyelids sent two crystalline tears down the scrunching snout as a sharp wave of hot semen bloated his cock to refuse. Then, with a sharp muffled cry, the dragon spat, ramming the gryphon's throat with such strength that Wrill choked on the sheer load, messy strings of milky cum flying everywhere. Though the beginning was messy, the continuation was nonetheless pleasant. Wrill immediately resumed his deep-throating duties with the same enthusiasm, downing load after load of fertile dragon goo. He must've loved the taste of cum, for seconds after he ingested the dragon's rich semen, his own cock hardened into a volcano of pent-up lust that exploded in the worst possible moment. Kirikaze thrust his head back, and when he found his jaws blocked by the gryphon's knot, he did the opposite, taking as much of the gryphon inside his throat so that the deluge of cum didn't fill his already stuffed mouth. The gryphon had a lot in him...but so did he. With their heads in each other's crotch, the two males remained locked in an infinite cycle of pleasure where the smell and taste of each other's cum was as omnipresent at the sharp surges that kept their cocks pumping in the same rhythm as their pounding hearts.

** ***THE END*****

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