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Coastal Consummation

What a fortnight; eighteen days of work in quick succession with little to no time or space to relax or get caught up and a missed weekend in its entirety. Most people get three or four days off in a ten-day work week but as the chief executive officer of NoThEn Labs I was lucky to get two. Most of the time I only got a single day weekend and then it was back to the grind.

I don't hate my job - in fact, I love my job - but it can still take a lot out of a person who is willing to dedicate their lives to it. Outside of my few visits to The Vore House of Klyneth for my mate and eternal lover Leera in order to become an attraction in their safari-based theme park, I rarely get time to go home or cuddle with her or even indulge myself in a bit of fun on my own terms. Instead, it's just one potion or one marketing campaign or business meeting after another.

So when I dedicated myself to a full week off I knew that I was going to spend most of it doing absolutely nothing. Most people - extroverts, that is - tend to dedicate their weekends to parties or spending time with friends. They get their energy and their passion for life from being social and active instead of reserved and quiet. In my daily life, both at work and with friends, I'm expected to be the one who takes charge and initiates the most fun activities; this comes naturally for a person in possession of the most in terms of resources and creativity.

Since my company focuses a lot on the pharmaceutical effects of potions and other magical artifacts in the general populace, I've got access to all sorts of cool test materials to try out with my friends. Growth potion? I've got some of that. Hyper cock or hyper cunt potions? Got lots of that, too. Infinite virility gems? I don't have that but I do have something similar that multiplies a person's output when engaged in carnal activities to the point it might seem infinite. All these potion types and many, many more are available to me so my friends - most of which are remarkably kinky and able to happily indulge with my help - so I'm always the one that people come to when they wanna try something new.

However, on this weekend, I just wanted to get away from it all. No orgies, no vore-themed stuffing of myself, no kinky and extreme potions, no transformation given to others. Instead, I quietly locked my office on the top floor of our primary building, I stripped down and neatly folded my suit and left it on my desk, and I leapt from my balcony as my transformative magics took hold of my body and shifted me from the form of a wingless biped to that of a fully-formed quadruped with wings and a long tail to guide me.

Before reaching the lower levels of my building, my flight feathers caught an updraft and I happily floated over the surrounding forest en route to my destination: absolutely fucking nowhere.

I had no specific location in mind. I didn't know who I was going to meet or where I was going to go or even what direction I was headed. I could have gone north to the mountains, east over the vast Yelfritian Greatwood, southwest to the coast, or I could have just found the rocky shield of the surrounding area and hovered in the sky, buoyed by the thermals until the sunset. I could have gone east to where Viokenic and Saff'Rald met and thus continued to my home in the Cradle of Dalon, but that might have been too much work as it was hundreds or even thousands of kilometres away.

That sounds a lot more than it actually is. My wings are vast, I know how to use magic to manipulate the weather, and I have the tools at my disposal to stay afloat for hours or days if need be.

Regardless of what I can do, the reality is that I am still at the mercy of physics and can't just teleport from work to home, which is why I have a cottage in the rocky shield northwest of home that was accessible only by air and was partially hidden in a valley covered in moss. The only people who found my abode were people I invited there and the others I've known for lifetimes.

But I wasn't going there. I could have and it would have been one of the most remote locations known to the agens of Dalon, but that's not where I wanted to be. My goal was to be free, to be far away from others, and to not worry about my real life. That was why I headed east and focused my magic to get some more lift, flapping and diving alternatively to pick up as much speed as I could.

Night came quickly with me darting over the landscape and beyond the many cities that linked to one another via roads and highways below me. Most winged folk would have gone to bed at this hour given the lack of heat from the sun lifting them under the wings, but I had magic to do the same thing and a nearly-infinite resource of magical power I was happy to utilize.

Given my speed - which was nearly as fast as an aircraft in short bursts - and the fact that I was heading east towards the horizon, the sun had set and risen once more before I found myself on the western edge of my homeland: Saff'Rald. There was a large ocean between Viokenic and Saff'Rald but they each had peninsulas that nearly touched an island in between them and that meant I didn't have to spend a night gliding over the open water.

Even I was scared of what lurked in the depths of the Ijimulian.

None of that mattered to me, as long as I stayed near the coast. Which I did. Because of course I did. I had no reason to put myself in harm's way just to get as far away from work as I could.

So I stayed along the coast, gliding southbound beyond the rocky cliffs and crashing waves where land met ocean but there were no beaches. Honestly, I wasn't a huge fan of beaches. Sand and I do not get along and I know how much bacteria can be found near the surf so beach sex is something I avoid at nearly all costs. Just won't do it.

But clifftop indulgence? That was something I was okay with! This thought flashed through my mind when I saw a golden dragoness basking on a grassy cliff. She was one of those oriental dragons from Farragouth, with fur in place of scales and in her case a complete lack of wings. This was pretty typical for her kind so that wasn't what it was about her that caught my attention.

No, this dragoness looked familiar to me, having reminded me of a biped dragoness I knew from my time in Saff'Rald before going on to fund NoThEn Labs. Her name was Siryn and she had the exact same golden coloration and warm patterns down her neck and along her body, as this quadruped dragoness I saw basking and enjoying the mist of the waves crashing below her.

Curious and eager to find out if there was any relation, I dipped my one wing and aggressively banked, diving down to just above sea level before flaring out and gliding the last bit to shore.

She noticed me but barely reacted to my presence despite me flying right towards her. When I landed, she shuffled backwards and gave me a sidelong glare, showing she didn't appreciate my presence on her clifftop perch.

"Excuse me, miss, forgive me for my intrusion but I must know if you recognize me." I started, trying my best to be polite. "You look quite like an old friend of mine I've not seen for years and I was wondering if by some miraculous luck you were at all familiar with a lady of your colours by the name of Siryn. Siryn Journey. Lived near hear in Coveur near the coast?" I knew I was probably grasping at nothing but also figured that, if the answer was no, that would be the end of it.

What I didn't expect was for her to narrow her eyes and glare at me, ears flopped back and floofy tail aggressively flicking out behind her. She wasn't happy with my questions, clearly.

"Sorry, sorry." I apologized, backing up. "I'll leave you be on your rock if you don't mind. A case of mistaken identity, I confess." I offered the dragoness a polite bow and trotted past her while being careful to ensure there was a wing's radius between us before preparing to take flight once more.

But then, as I glanced back one last time to see if maybe she'd softened up to my presence, I saw her shift in place in such a way that I saw the glistening, dampened folds of her nether region practically calling out to me. Her slit was moist and practically dripping, the soft inner flesh plump and drooling in desire that was lost on my pathetic avian nares. She was horny - probably in season - and was waiting for a drake only to be taken from her fantasies by me.

A gryphon drake. I was no dragon, but I was likely what she was looking for.

Nothing about her behaviour gave me the impression she was an agen - dragons came in feral and sentient types and it was hard to tell the difference without a spoken word - but that didn't stop me from turning back around and playfully batting at her tail to see how she reacted.

To my shock and delight, she flicked the tip to smack at my wrist before tugging on its length from the base of her spine, lifting it up and further exposing herself to me!

If I'm being completely honest, I'm by no means bereft of opportunities to bury my knot - especially not between the Vore House guests and various coworkers who wish to test potions with me - but there was something special about triggering a carnal, almost feral response in a dragoness. Having her lift her haunches and push her tail to the side for me instigated arousal I didn't know I had within me at that time, arousal that was clearly desperate to get out of me.

I should have known better, considering how much work demanded of me. By this point, I hadn't been intimate since my prior days off nearly a fortnight prior! It made sense that the first invitation given to me by an eager dragoness would have coaxed a flow of lubricants from within my sheath, precum and other fluids that drooled out the end and soaked the grass beneath me.

She growled at me, her vocalizations quickly getting lost in the roar of the waves crashing against the rocks below as she shifted in place and lifted her tail even higher, the torque on her loins parting her lips enough for me to see her open up for me.

My first instinct was not to mount her or fill her with my throbbing, sheathed cock but to bury my beak under her tail and give her a lick, to steal a taste of her. However, when I leaned in to do so she kicked me square in the chest and whipped me with the tip of her tail, growling loud enough to be heard over the waves before settling back into her position on her belly with back arched and tail up.

"Well okay, if you say so." I conceded, still not sure if she was feral or sentient - at this point, given her behaviour, it could have gone either way.

Still eager for more, I flared out my wings a bit and bucked my hips, the motion peeling back the skin of my sheath to expose my drooling cocktip. A musky scent billowed up from under me, one so thick I could have sworn it made a cloud between us. I knew I could smell it but it became clear that she could as well when she sniffed at the air and backed up into me, practically demanding my flesh.

Normally I'd have taken the time to preen and tell her she was beautiful - something every partner I'd been with loved - but in this rare occasion I figured she would have preferred I not waste time and instead get right down to it. So I did.

Without wasting another moment I reared back and hopped up onto her hindquarters, wrapping my front legs around her waist and bucking my hips to stab at her opening until I felt my barbed tip pierce her folds. The instant I felt her flesh wrap around mine, I dug my hind paws into the dirt and slammed my hips against hers repeatedly to ensure my knot didn't swell outside of her.

After only a few aggressive thrusts - each one at a slightly different angle thanks to her shifting weight and my own inquisitive body struggling to find the right position - I felt her passage loosen just enough for me to push in as hard as I could!

Though there was some resistance as the six lobes of my knot pressed against her lips and refused to slip into her, that didn't stop me from grinding and thrusting against her body to force them in regardless. My hips remained tight up to her thighs and my entire chest was pressed down against her back, giving me all the leverage I needed to force myself into her.

I gave it my all one final time, gyrating my hips and biting down on her shoulder as her walls trembled in delight, her natural lubricants drooling down the underside of my shaft and past my knot lobes to soak my sheath. The little tickle of fluid I felt on me mixed with my already needy mindset to give me that last push of inspiration, resulting in my member finally bursting through her opening and lurching forth as deep as I could go!

Only then did my knot begin to swell, locking us together as my loins throbbed and my member shot one burst after another into her depths, painting her walls and filling her womb with my seed. I didn't worry at all about getting her pregnant, for she was a dragon and I a sterile gryphon. Besides, this was exactly what I needed and I couldn't be bothered with the minutiae of what might come later.

Content, I flopped down onto her back, resting most of my weight on her while still grinding into her and bucking gently. Each and every motion I offered her shifted my knots inside her, their thick and firm bulges grinding against her walls in just the right way to make her coo in delight and clench down on me, practically tugging my member in order to take as much of it as she could.

She tossed her head back and smiled at me out of the corner of her eye. Only then did she open her maw. "Hey, Cey. Long time no see!"

My eyes went wide in a split second of panic before I quickly regained my composure, having picked up on what had just happened. "Hello Siryn. New body, I see!"

"Your potion helped me out, yeah! Love how much more carnal I can be as a quadruped." She gave a lengthy squeeze and tug, her walls caressing me from knot to tip and milking me of yet another sample of my seed.

Normally, most gryphons remained silent when tied to another, but I wasn't the kind to be silent for the hours it was going to take for my knot to deflate and allow us to part ways. Instead of being awkward, I happily made conversation while my loins pumped more and more of myself into her. "Tell me more about that! What's going on in your life? What drove you to try out the potions? What's on your mind knowing we'll be here together for at least a few hours?"

Before answering, she slyly nodded and grinned back at me, tail tip tickling mine while giving me yet another impassioned caress from her sex. Only then, once she knew she had me in her grasp, did she indulge me in my curiosities.

We had a wonderful few hours catching up 'together', a glorious first day to my time off! I needed it and she seemed to as well! A form of coastal consummation on multiple levels!