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Jerron had always been an only child. There were upsides and downsides - no one else to hog the attention, but no one else to take the blame; no one to bug his friends, but no one always around to join in when his friends weren't available; no one to wish to go away, but no one to seek out during a lonely time. He'd gone back and forth on whether he preferred to be alone or wished he had a younger sibling, something that had never gotten fully resolved in his mind. Not that it had mattered for the most part, since there was no reason to think the status quo would change.

Now, just a month before his seventeenth birthday, suddenly he wasn't an only child anymore. And it was in the most unexpected way possible that the status quo had been broken...because he was looking down at an anole, not a gryphon.

He'd vaguely remembered hearing about the story on the news a month or so back, a rather sordid tale of abuse and horror. Most details escaped him, but it was a family where the parents were druggies and dealers, and the kids were treated like shit, beaten and starved and all sorts of nasty things Jerron didn't think he'd want to remember even if he'd heard about them. When the cops got a bead on it, there had been a dozen arrests and six kids were removed from the disaster zone. It hadn't really stuck with him beyond a vague sense of disgust, but apparently his parents had been moved differently, because a couple weeks after he was told he was probably going to get an adopted brother.

He wasn't really sure how to react to that...how would one deal with suddenly having a sibling? And of an entirely different species...not that there was anything wrong with an adoption of a different species, but he didn't know a lot about lizards in the sense of how to adjust to them. Would they be comfortable in a family of gryphons? What kind of differences would they have to learn to deal with? Since it wasn't a decision in his hands, he decided to just take it as it was - at least he could learn a bit about having a sibling, even if a radically different one than he'd ever imagined.

Though, perhaps that was still going to be a while. Trell had arrived just twelve days ago - the second oldest of the kids from the family, the others going to other homes. And he hadn't adjusted to his new surroundings yet, for sure, still being very withdrawn and only semi-responsive to anything. It was going to take some time, for sure...until then, they were all trying to make him comfortable as best they could. Which was a daunting task, for a number of reasons.

"Jerron? Can I...can I have some water?" The lizard on the couch next to him was looking up from his book with slightly anxious eyes.

"Sure. You sure you don't want something like soda or juice instead?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then, coming right up." Jerron did his brotherly duty, grabbing a glass of water for Trell in no time flat. He was a bit uneasy still - part of him wondered if Trell really did want something more than water, but was afraid to ask. But for now, getting him what he said he wanted would probably help put him at ease.

He came back and set the water on the table next to where Trell was sitting, then flopped back onto the couch. Sitting back down that hard next to Trell almost bounced the lizard up into the air. "Whoa! Sorry, I really should know better than to do that!"

"It's okay." Trell didn't look out of sorts, almost numb. It was probably next to nothing compared to what he'd been through, but Jerron still felt a bit guilty. The hardest thing for him was learning to watch himself around Trell, because it was something he wasn't used to. Gryphons were big, bigger than most other anthros out there, more on the order of equines and dragons. And the thing that had shocked Jerron most about Trell was how SMALL he was compared to them...he was fifteen years old, or at least that was what he said, yet his size was that of a gryphon about half that age. Granted, anoles were on the smaller side, even the adults looked pretty small compared to most species, and members from his ancestral line were even a bit small for anoles...and Trell was even on the small side for his age, probably due to mistreatment and malnutrition.

He's a teenager, yet I can't get the image of a kid out of my mind. I gotta start treating him like he's a bit older, he might feel uncomfortable being babied.

But Jerron wasn't exactly sure how to do that, so he decided to stay quiet for the moment and turn his attention back to the TV. The show was fairly inoffensive stand-up comedy - Jerron typically preferred rougher fare, but figured that Trell might not take well to that yet. Even if he seemed more into his book, Jerron was sure it was leaking in. The lizard was a little bookworm, to be sure...Jerron knew he had an interest in TV and video games and such, but reading was quiet, calm, controlled, and probably a safe space for Trell, so he didn't push it. There would be time to get him to open up...right now, him feeling safe was the best thing.

It was just the two of them in the house that night, and it would be that way until late tomorrow. His parents had gone to help a cousin move - not the ideal time with a new family member in the house, but it was last-second and desperate, so they had agreed. Jerron actually felt it might be for the better - Trell may have been feeling suffocated with the amount of attention he was getting, even if he definitely liked having a family. It was kind of tough figuring out what was best for him...Jerron was constantly second-guessing himself, questioning whether he was doing the right thing. Stepping around on eggshells wasn't exactly his style, and there was no question he was out of his comfort zone.

This definitely isn't typical brotherly type stuff. Well, I guess it gives me time to learn a little bit about that.

Eventually he snapped off the TV and stood up, stretching. "Okay, bud, time to hit the sack."

"Okay." Trell was instantly compliant, marking his page in the book and setting it aside. No fuss at all about staying up later...Jerron used to do that all the time, he remembered the countless pleas and bargaining attempts to get an extra half hour, usually only getting as much time as they bothered to spend pushing the issue. He wondered if Trell might get more of that as he got more comfortable...

He'd gotten a bit lost in thought and almost didn't realize as he entered his room that Trell had stopped in the doorway. It took a few moments for him to notice the lizard standing there, looking uncertain...a bit of a departure from his usual, hyper-neutral expression. "Something wrong?"

"Ah...well...not, uh, wrong...but..." Trell's brow furrowed and his jaw shifted a bit in unease. "Can I...sleep with you tonight?"

That was new. Jerron cocked his head at the odd request. "With me? I...guess so, though, I'm a bit worried about smushing you. You having problems sleeping on your own?"

Trell nodded hesitantly. "It's just...I wake up and...sometimes forget that I'm somewhere safe. And I remember soon, but that minute or two...I don't like it. And...if someone's there, I don't think that'll happen." It was definitely more verbose than Trell had usually been with him, which meant maybe he was opening up a bit...and if so, Jerron wasn't about to put a stopper on that.

"Well, sure. I'll be sure to keep you comfortable...I guess my fur's pretty good at that. Just stay on top of me...hopefully I won't roll or anything during the night."

"Okay." Trell started to get out of his clothes, right in front of Jerron, who was surprised at the sudden lack of shyness. It was good to see that he was getting a little less awkward, at least...he joined in with the stripping down, shucking off his clothes and tossing them into the hamper. He was a little nervous about going fully bare, it seemed like it might not be fully appropriate...but Trell was doing the same thing, so he probably didn't mind. And sleeping in anything was insufferably hot for him, so he was rather glad that the lizard was okay with it.

He slid onto his bed, laying flat on his back and trying to get as comfortable as possible. It took a couple moments, but soon he was joined by Trell, who climbed on top of his body and laid face down on the gryphon's chest and stomach, grazing a bit against Jerron's sheath and making him wince a bit. He felt so small and light, the weight barely registering on his broad chest...it felt a tad like he was a large stuffed animal than a living creature, though the scaly hide was something most stuffed animals didn't have. He rubbed his hand on Trell's head soothingly as he drew the light covers over the two of them, and Trell responded by shuffling into him a bit more, sighing deeply as he snuggled into the warm fur. There was an ease about him, a comfort and relaxation that Jerron hadn't really seen out of Trell yet...if sharing a bed for a while was what was going to help get him more at home, he figured that would be worth it.

He snapped the lights out, and for a while it was just the two of them in the darkness. Trell seemed to be very much at home and relaxed...Jerron only wished he could say the same. The mere presence of the lizard wasn't what was keeping him up, but rather the nervousness that he might roll in his sleep and suddenly have Trell under him, trapped and perhaps suffocating. The slender reptile wouldn't have a prayer of rolling him back and probably not even squirming out...but there really wasn't anything he could do about it, except try to quell the concern and relax into slumber. It was kind of a slow journey, but he felt himself start to drift finally, breathing slowing down as his eyes started to close...

And then they snapped back open in a hurry, as he felt something wet on his stomach. Trell was squirming a bit, and it didn't take long for him to realize that it was coming from him...apparently, the lizard was having a bit of a reaction to something. Or, as he noticed in a hurry, two reactions...the two pokes and drips against his stomach under his fur come too close together to be the same thing two different times. He flushed a bit under his fur, not sure how to react; was it rude to say something to Trell? Or would he want to know that Jerron knew what was going on? Heck, he wouldn't know how to say something like that to a causal friend, much less a new brother who already was feeling out of place...

It was about to get a whole lot more uncomfortable, though. Trell let out a moan, grinding himself more deliberately against Jerron now, his twins now pushing back and forth against the gryphon's fur. They felt weirdly small, but Jerron didn't really have much to measure them against, he was a gryphon and was familiar with his size. His beak opened to say something, but the words were converted into a gasp and moan as he felt Trell's tail sneak around his sheath and his balls, wrapping around them and starting to shift and squeeze gently. The tip was pressing gently into Jerron's sheath, tickling around the rim and the hidden cock tip inside.

Jerron wasn't a virgin by any moans - he'd started having sex almost two years prior, fooling around with other guys and girls in school. He considered himself bisexual, with a tilt towards guys, but happy to take what he could get in general. But he'd NEVER felt anything like this...the anole's tail was astonishingly expert, teasing him in ways that he never even thought possible, the contact almost perfect, as close as he could ever believe possible. It was setting off all the alarm bells in his head, this wasn't just random fooling around, Trell KNEW what he was doing, and was doing it intentionally...he knew he should have said something, that this was decidedly not brotherly behavior - even if technically Jerron was no more related to him than a random stranger genetically, it still seemed like something that wasn't brotherly - but he was frozen in place, unable to come up with something TO say. He was usually the one who made the moves, or at least strongly invited them...having someone catch him off-guard was just another thing tying his tongue.

One part of him certainly didn't seem frozen, though. His voice couldn't hide the shaky, shuddery moans, quiet as he tried to keep them, and his own cock was starting to make its own presence known. The tail tip moved away as its space was occupied, the thick barbed length pushing out and swelling up rather rapidly. Now Trell's tail shifted, the end still coiled around Jerron's sack while the rest tried to curl around his growing cock. The gryphon heard a soft gasp from underneath him as it stroked him and massaged him, a tool of pleasure that was ridiculously good at what it did. "Wow...it's so big..."

With a monstrous effort, Jerron managed to break out of his stupor. "Ngh...Trell...this...this isn't...the first time...you've done this...is it?"

He felt the lizard nod against him. "My...my uncle..."

Jerron's stomach lurched a bit. "He...he molested you?"

"He...did more...he...used me, but...he also..." Trell's voice was shaky, yet insistent, like he was determined to get it out despite the unpleasantness. "He...had me have sex with...other guys. Lots of them. Since...since I was eight. He...get money from them to...to have them do things with me. Sometimes he'd do it as a punishment...or just for fun, or...for whatever reason. But...it was...usually to get money. My dad...he...he didn't care as long as he got a cut. And mom, she didn't care because it kept me busy and she didn't have to mind me..."

"Gods..." Jerron didn't know what else to say. What else was there TO say? He'd heard it was bad, but this wasn't something that had ever come out.

"And...he...did something to me..." Trell's voice was getting a bit more unsteady. "He...I don't know...but he said...that guys wouldn't want me and pay as much if I grew up...so he...he put something in me...something from a needle...he said...it would make sure...I was small and twinky, and just what his boys wanted...and...I guess it did...I...I never got...any growth spurt...like my brothers and sisters...I just...stayed small...and they...I was the only one my uncle kept...doing this with...he tried a couple of the others, but...he only kept with me..."

"Trell...I'm so sorry." Jerron's hands finally moved, clutching onto the lizard. He had to stop his, he couldn't keep these bad memories flowing, not like this. "You don't...you don't have to do this. You don't have to do anything like this if you don't want it. I...you know I wouldn't make you-"

"No...please...I..." Trell sniffed and shook a bit, but clutched onto Jerron's fur, clinging to him to keep the gryphon from pulling him away. "I...I want to...I...I always...felt like...I never had a choice...never got to decide...what I could do with my body, with myself. Those guys...they used me...how they wanted, they didn't care...but one time. There was this one...a bull, who was gentle, and asked me what I wanted. And...when he did it, he...he didn't just...he let me...feel good, and didn't do anything I didn't want. And...I just...I wanted that, again...p-please, Jerron, I...I want to...to feel like it's...it's me, saying it, and doing it...and...and choosing. Please..."

The uncertainty was almost painful. On the one hand, Jerron was more than sure he didn't want to take advantage of the lizard's vulnerability, to do something to him that certainly didn't seem right to him. But...Trell wanted this...not for Jerron, but for himself, for his own autonomy. And somehow, it felt wrong to deny it to him, when what his new little brother needed most was security in himself, to have the peace of mind that, yes, he did get to decide what happened to him, to decide what he could do and when. He still wasn't totally convinced it was right, but if Trell really wanted it...he shifted his hands from a grip to a supporting hold. "Okay...it's...if it's what you want...then we can do this. I'll...I'll let you do it, how you want...you show me what you want...and I'll do what I can."

Trell nodded against him, noticeably relaxing. "Thank you...Jerron..." Slowly he slid himself down, his body passing along Jerron's large dick and making the gryphon shiver. He hadn't told Jerron, couldn't yet tell Jerron why he was so desperate...that something his uncle had done to him caused him to have points where he felt a desperate NEED for this, a lust that wouldn't break unless he submitted to it. Which had brought him to shamefully beg to be abused by the awful people who had been such a presence in his life, which he couldn't drive away with his own paw, which they used to reinforce the idea that he wanted it, as much as he desperately clung to the knowledge that he didn't...

But...this time, he felt safe. And this time, he did want it...at least, a little, through the unstoppable force of the need, there was a little desire. Because he felt he could trust Jerron, trust his brother, who would help him through this period and not just use him like others had.

He kept going, until his head was at the tip of the large staff...his hands grasped it gently, far from being able to circle the beast. Closing his eyes, he started licking at the tip, while slowly stroking along the flesh, fingers plying the barbs as they moved. His hips pushed against Jerron's weighty sack, twin cocks grinding against them and adding to the pleasure for both of them.

The gyrphon was hissing weightily, trying to keep from moving as the pleasure came over him. And boy, did it come...Trell was doing things with his tongue that he couldn't coach his other partners into if he tried. One moment they'd be teasing the barbs, flexing and wiggling them to send jolts of pleasure through his shaft...the next he'd be slipping his tongue into his tip, rubbing his dick from the inside, a sensation he'd never even imagined before. The teasing from before had already started him well on his way to shooting, and if this was how Trell was going to go about it, he was looking at a very premature finale. And he wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing under the circumstances.

Trell could sense the tension Jerron was under...it was a mixed emotional bag, he could remember the males who had used him for so long, their pants and moans were quite robust and lingered in his ears, but they always forced him, always made him do what they wanted. This was...different, somehow. The same act, the same virile male compared to his miniscule self, but...Jerron wasn't trying to do anything to him, trying to make him do something he wanted. It felt like Trell was doing what HE wanted...giving the pleasure and getting it the way he desired. His hips were grinding pretty vigorously, pushing his twins against the furry crotch as he pleasured Jerron's big shaft...none of them would have ever let him do something like that when they were paying for their own pleasure, not their bitch's.

And the whole atmosphere was different, too. He wasn't in some dark almost-dungeon, where he might be tied up in a bad position, where it was cold and imposing, where he felt like he was trapped and at the mercy of his keepers...this was a soft, friendly place, warm and inviting, a comforting glow of moonlight from the window, it felt more like a place for pleasure. And then there was Jerron...not a grubby, messy male who stank of rank, unwashed musk, who seemed to take pleasure in making the experience as hard on him as possible. The gryphon was clean, well-groomed, and though he had a musk it was pure, untinged by sweat or grime or oil from days of being untouched by water. It was someone he didn't feel averse to, didn't feel like he might get ill from doing such things...the kind of person he could feel secure with. The kind of person he WANTED to make feel good.

Suddenly he swung himself around, so that he was laying on Jerron with his head towards the gryphon's dick. Jerron was surprised, but didn't move, giving the lizard whatever leeway he needed...and he rapidly got his reward, a stunned gasp releasing from him as he felt Trell's maw wrap around the tip of his dick. Slowly he started to scoot forward, humping away into Jerron's fur the whole time...trails of thin precum were streaming into his chest fur, but he barely even noticed, wrapped up in the feeling of the tight mouth taking his cock deeper. He'd had some vigorous oral before, sure, but with creatures much bigger and better able to handle his size...not one he towered over like this.

Yet, Trell was insatiable, refusing to stop despite the daunting differences. He wanted this, wanted to go to this extent...this wasn't even the biggest he'd had to take in his young life, he wasn't worried about it being too much for him. Even the barbs raking his throat weren't overly novel to him, in fact he'd learned that they could feel good if taken slowly. The slight scratch at the right speed could be very stimulating, sending shivers through him, and he executed that with superb aplomb as Jerron's shaft continued to be worked down. Now beyond halfway, he grabbed the gryphon's balls as a hand-hold and used them to aid his intake, drawing the cock in until the knot hit his nose.

At this angle and position, there wasn't going to be any large-scale motions unless Jerron initiated them, and the gryphon was doing his best to stay still, apart from a bit of writhing at the incredible delight. He very much didn't want to hurt Trell, but it was very hard to keep those sensations from triggering the natural instinct to buck...thankfully, he was so close to popping that he could stave it off and still feel himself being drawn to the finale. And then...then Trell began working back and forth just the slightest bit, and started humming a bit, making a buzz go through part of his cock along with the flexing and shifting of his barbs, all the while rubbing and kneading his nuts with just the perfect stimulating pressure...and that was it, he couldn't hold back with something like that. He let out a caw and his fingers clutched his covers as he unloaded into Trell, thick spurts of gryphon seed pouring into the lizard's body with electric vigor.

Stuffed to the brim, Trell had been made to learn a trick that would still give him a taste of a male's seed, shifting and twisting just enough that a shot or two could force its way back around that cock and into his muzzle, bathing his tongue in spunk. Sometimes his uncle would have done that forcefully, but here it was all his choice...and he wanted to taste his new brother, to know what the flavor of his pleasure was. And he got it, splashing back into his mouth and getting stuck there, some of it dribbling out as he clamped back down fully and let the rest pump into him directly. The taste was reminiscent of some he'd known in the past, but less rank, more pleasantly musky, strong but not overpowering, with a salty tang that offset a bit of the musky slickness...he moaned a bit as he savored it, feeling it much more acceptable than a lot of prior tastes, maybe simply because he desired it.

His body didn't stop its own grinding against Jerron, either, his twin dicks getting stimulated quite effectively by that thick fur, especially the thicker and softer fur of the gryphon's chest. It didn't take too much longer...before Jerron had even slowed down in his own flow, he felt the anole's cocks twitch and spurt into his fur, a thin essence that quickly seeped down to his skin, pleasantly warm to the touch. He shifted around a bit, trying to help Trell get his release, wanting to make sure his new brother had no shortage of pleasure from these acts. At the very least, he had to match the pleasure he was getting...if that was even possible.

It felt like a whole age before Jerron's orgasm tapered off...he'd outlasted Trell by a fair bit, but the lack of tension in the anole's body suggested that he'd definitely had a good one. Slowly, Trell pulled himself off of Jerron's cock, making the barbs flex again and him shudder once more as they were finally exposed to air again. He was panting a bit as his throat was freed, but didn't look nearly as worn down as Jerron would have expected. It was kind of a disconcerting thought to the gryphon, that he was the older and more mature one, and yet the little reptile was clearly the expert and experienced one...doubts about how acceptable this was still hadn't left him, but he wasn't going to stop Trell from what he wanted, if it was what he truly wanted.

Trell turned around on him again, straddling his chest. His face had a rather hefty flush on it, his eyes slightly lidded as he looked at Jerron. "Thank you...that...that was...good. I...I liked it. You...you taste good, too."

"Er...thank you...a-are you...okay?"

With a breath, Trell nodded. "I...whatever was...was done to me...I...I have a...a hard time with...the...uh...going...back down. I...I need...more. I...I can't do it...myself, but...w-would...you let me...feel you inside me?" It was a hint, a taste of what he hadn't told, but the mild haze of lust had brought it out without him really being aware of it.

"...If...if you're really sure?"

"I am...please...I...I'm okay. I...I want...to do this. To be...saying yes."

Jerron nodded slowly; it wasn't as if he wasn't still achingly hard himself. Trell was...weird as it was to say to himself, he was sexy. He hadn't looked at Trell that way before, but the anole had kind of pushed the perspective on him, and he had to admit, it was an alluring sight, slender yet clearly tough enough to handle something big, with limbs that seemed to be perfect at pleasure no matter what they did. It was still poking at the back of his mind, how much smaller he was...he had to keep reminding himself that Trell was a teenager, no matter how small he looked, and he was clearly sexually mature at this point. If he was saying yes...Jerron would just have to make sure that it didn't end up turning into a no.

"Okay...but...I think it's...for the best if I don't...uh, take the lead. You can...um, ride me...that would probably be better."

Trell nodded. "Yeah, okay. Thank you..." Again he slid back, but not as far down this time, only going until his rear end met the large gryphon dick. The wet tip smeared at his back and butt, drooling precum all over him. Slowly his tail took hold, and as he rose up he pointed it up with him, until he could nestle the tip against his pucker. He was almost fully upright now as he took his position over Jerron's cock, trying to steady himself on the bed as he prepared to impale himself.

"Ngh...do you...want some...uh, lube, or anything?" Jerron breathed; the penetration hadn't even started yet and already he was feeling really good, the touch against his tip was quite pleasant.

"I'm...I'm fine. I...had to take bigger with no help." Before Jerron could say another word, Trell dropped down, sinking several inches of cock into his ass. Both of them let out strained moans at the sudden rush of sensation; Jerron once again felt an insane tightness grip his dick, clinging to him and working his barbs around, the heat and pressure almost overloading him. And Trell felt an all-too familiar stretch in his ass, one that he'd been without for the longest period he could remember in years...but this time, on his own terms, not tied down or held in place by callous men wanting a quick fuck. He didn't have to take it all in one go...and so he didn't, contenting himself with just under half of the pole on his first drop.

From there it was a slow descent, Trell working himself up and down on the barbed shaft, the mild sharpness making him shiver in bliss, his small dual cocks leaking again, dribbling down between his legs and eventually onto Jerron's shaft. Not that more pre was needed there, Jerron was spouting liberally, enough that it was also dripping out and down whenever Trell pulled himself up. The gryphon had bent his legs up, giving Trell a handhold for his descent, an unspoken gesture the anole was grateful for, giving him more control over the speed of his progress especially as he got lower.

Trell's pace started to pick up once he reached Jerron's knot, his ass having rapidly adjusted back to the familiar stretch of a thick tool spreading it open. His climbs were still slower, as he reveled in the sensation of the barbs scratching against his innards, but his drops were much faster, the knot hitting his rear with a smack each time. He could feel each shot of precum flooding his body, making him feel even fuller...already he could see the slight outline from the size of the gryphon inside him, body eager to accommodate the insertion as ever, with his mind for once in agreement.

For Jerron it was almost as torturous as it was exquisite. The pleasure was insane, and trying to drive him to redouble it with his own actions. The urge to grab on and start bucking, to go full-force on the small lizard taking his dick inside him, was almost maddening...every ounce of his restraint was being taken up and then some, he was almost shocked he hadn't broken yet. But he continued to hold himself back like never before, resolve bolstered by a fervent desire not to do anything Trell hadn't permitted him to...it felt weirdly like HE was being made the submissive one, even though everything else felt like it did when he was in control. Unfamiliar, but for the sake of Trell's spirits, endurable, even more enjoyable in a way.

The two of them were starting to breathe harder as the pleasure started to crest. Trell was fighting through an irregular level of ecstasy as he started to thump his body down fairly hard on the gryphon guest inside him, getting his sensitive spots smacked and scraped and rubbed and soaked...it felt so good, yet his body was demanding more, needing a good strong spike to reach that next level once again. Every action he took went towards achieving that, trying to get himself to the finish, to feel the release that would hopefully end his pent-up sensations from earlier...

But he could feel himself flagging. This kind of position was one so novel, and quite exhausting when it came down to it. His arms were getting tired from the repeated lifting, his legs sore from their work, and he was sure he didn't have the strength to envelop Jerron's knot. Something he felt a need for...as much for Jerron's pleasure as his own, a feeling of desperation to make sure Jerron felt the best for doing this for him. It had felt good to be able to control the pace...but he needed more now. "Ngh...J-Jerron...I...I need you...I...need your knot...please..."

Jerron took in a deep breath. "What do you want?"

"I...g-grab me...and...as hard as you can...d-don't worry...I can...handle it..."

There was no questioning of his claims this time - Jerron had seen more than enough to know that Trell knew his limits by experience. If he wanted it hard, Jerron would provide...and he would make it feel amazing. His hands gripped the anole's sides, legs braced on the bed surface, and he raised Trell up far, almost all the way off his cock, before pulling him down and bucking in HARD, all that pent up energy going into the first thrust. Trell's cry froze him momentarily, but the ecstasy was quickly recognized, spurring him into further action. Now he took charge like his body had been demanding of him before, putting everything he had into the lizard at his behest; strong arms pulled him up and down much more quickly than before, hips jerking up in time to pound that knot against the tight tailhole, one that was finally starting to yield properly to it.

Trell had been scared, scared that it would be too much like before and remind him of the other times...but once again, permission had meaning, had taken away the unpleasantness that had plagued such acts before. The rough ride felt perfect, rapidly raising his arousal and pleasure beyond the limits of his own efforts, bringing him so much closer to the peak he needed so badly. And Jerron made it feel so much better too, not grabbing him to restrain him or fight him, but with a care that belied the roughness, ensuring some measure of comfort despite the intensity of the act. His fingers clutched to the gryphon's legs, head arched back and emitting his cry of need and satisfaction, spurring Jerron on to finish the act and push his knot in.

And finally, that was what he did. Jerron had started to get a sense of when the pressure was yielding just enough, allowing him to finish things with a satisfying tie, and he could feel it here, Trell's pucker almost trying to suck him in when he hit. Once more he raised Trell up high, and then brought him down with a smack, this time refusing to let go as the anole was made to accept the bulb of flesh...it actually happened quite quickly despite the small size of the recipient, his body rapidly stretching around the knot and sinking it in all the way, rear finally meeting groin and the bulge of his cock inside Trell becoming more prominent.

Almost at once, the two hit their release. Trell's thin offering spurted out onto Jerron's fur once more, while his body was flooded with another round of gryphon seed. Their moans were complimentary, low and high, deep and shallow, powerful and quavering, a perfect match for each of them and meshing together wonderfully. Jerron's hands shifted from a hold to a caress, rubbing over Trell's body to soothe him as he took in a heavy amount of fluid, the swell rising a bit more as he was filled to the brim. How often had he experienced that before, to this degree or more? Certainly not as often as he had desired it...Jerron hoped deeply that this could quell a few demons within the reptile, that he could replace a few bad memories with good ones, filling Trell with more than just a load of cum.

Soon Trell felt himself go limp, the energy and effort finally having taken their toll. Jerron brought him forward, still locked on his knot, partly into the mess he'd already made...he didn't mind, he'd had jizz on him so ofter it barely registered, and he definitely didn't want to have the thick staff removed from him now. Jerron held him so gently, reminding him of that one good encounter he'd had over all his years...those pleasant, contented feelings that he could have now, could decide on and make happen as he desired. His sigh weary but happy, he nestled into Jerron's fur once again. "Ah...thank you...Jerron...s-so much..."

"You're welcome, Trell." It felt kind of like he should say more, but what more could he say? Jerron decided to simply let his body do the talking, holding Trell comfortingly and trying to soothe him off to sleep, his dick's spurting starting to taper off finally. He never could have foreseen this, but...it felt like something between them, a bridging of a gap that had kept them from a true connection. He could feel a new closeness between them, a bond that he would work hard to maintain and grow...maybe not a traditional one for family, but that didn't matter as long as Trell now felt like a part of his.