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Trid was not a brave fighter, or a shaman that could beat the tar out of people with magic, but she was a clever kobold, and she knew opportunity when she saw it. So when she saw the massive feral gryphon being led through the streets of Mirara in a cage, and recognized the pure white plumage and fur, she saw fortune swinging her way. She didn't know much about gryphons, but everyone knew that only their royals were such an unblemished white. Such a creature was worth a king's ransom. Not that she could steal it. Trid was tall for a kobold, almost five feet, and strong to boot. But even in her wildest dreams there was no way her skinny brown-scaled ass could wrangle a gryphon. The beast could probably snap her head off in a single bite. But stealing it wasn't her intent. She didn't want to ransom the gryphon. If she could just free it, she could hopefully hop a ride anywhere that wasn't Mirara, and maybe even get a reward. She didn't need a king's ransom, just enough to get out of this damned city. Preferably somewhere warmer, that didn't think of kobolds as either vermin or disposable labor. She watched intently from her shack as the parade of soldiers and cavalry passed, the horses and men stomping in rhythm so that the whole street rung with an awful beat.

When the last of the procession finally passed, she stretched, opening her jaws wide in a yawn, before finally leaving her shack and locking it up. Well, not even a shack. Trid was pretty sure it was a chicken coop. The lock didn't actually work, but there was nothing inside besides a pile of relatively fresh hay. At least it made people aware that someone lived there; so far the coop had lasted a whole month, her longest shelter yet. The little kobold dodged piles of horse shit as she skipped across the narrow street, her long scaled tail weaving behind her as she slipped through the crowds. The other residents of the city, primarily human with a smattering of various beast-folk, seemed barely to notice her rag-clad figure. Kobolds were beneath even the common folk.

"Hey Siiiiidney!" She smiled cheerfully as she dragged out the name of her favorite person in the city. The rotund man glanced up from his work behind a tiny stall, dicing apart fish and long ropes of noodles and tossing them into a heavily spiced pot of broth.. He grinned at her, gap toothed. Sidney was an artist with food, especially soups and stews, but he also had a tendency to eat half his own food. So, he lived in the worst part of town, right across the street from her.

"All that stomping wake you up little Trid?"

"Yep, and now I'm hunnngry!" The kobold stood even higher on her digitigrade feet, hoisting herself up partway onto the counter of his stall and giving her best pout. Sidney rolled his eyes and sliced off a fair portion of fish, flipping it with his knife onto a scrap of waxed paper for her. "Thank you!" She chirped as she snatched up the meat and hopped down. Trid turned and watched the retreating soldiers as she ate. They were heading into the richer parts of the city, surely hired troops for some lord or another.

"So what's all that about anyhow?" She spoke around a mouthful of raw fish.

"Eh, some fool lord is trying to start a war or some such. Kidnapped a gryphon, taking him to the Kerbriant estate."

Trid nodded and took another bite. The Kerbriant estate was familiar to her, she'd been there many times. Yep, she had a plan. "Hey Sid, I have a client tonight, you mind if I come up after you're done to get some of my stuff and use your bath?"

Sidney tsked her and frowned. "You shouldn't be doing that sort of thing. It's not respectable."

"I'm a kobold Sid. Besides, it's fun enough. Who cares about respectable." Kobolds were, in Trid's honest belief, not overly burdened with care for anything. They tended to live short, harsh lives, and didn't have time to worry about the niceties. So Trid didn't particularly concern herself that some humans found her attractive enough to pay her for her company. She liked sex. A lot. She liked money too. Win-win, in her opinion. And one of those humans happened to be a guard at the Kerbriant manor.

"Fine," Sidney sighed. They'd had this back and forth enough times to know that he couldn't change her mind. "I'll leave the back window unlocked."

Trid gave him a winning smile, and curtsied in her rags. "You're the best, Sid."

She skipped across the street once more, settling into her chicken shack to people watch until Sidney closed up shop. There wasn't much for her to do during the day, aside from getting hassled by guards or passers-by. She napped, and stretched, and practiced singing, much to the annoyance of nearby pedestrians. Sid did a brisk trade, and his stock was gone shortly after noon. He packed up his knives and boxes, and fled into the shabby apartment building behind his stall. A few hours later the sun had set low enough behind the buildings for people to begin heading indoors, either home or to a bar. With the street empty, Trid slipped across and around the backside of the apartment block. She scampered up the uneven wooden siding until she reached Sid's second story window. The opening was covered by two ragged looking shutters, which opened when she tugged on them. Sidney was snoring on his bed, the frame sagging under his weight. His apartment was only two rooms, the main one where he slept, and the smaller one that contained a shit-bucket and a modest wooden bath-tub. He'd already done her the favor of placing a dozen hot stones in a bath, so the water was at least lukewarm. He'd left her personal brush and tin of soap on a stool next to the tub.

Trid stripped out of her rags and climbed over the side of the tub, taking up a coarse brush and beginning to scrub herself. She didn't actually need to get clean to free the gryphon, although it probably wouldn't hurt for first impressions, but she did need to get clean for her disguise. She worked every bit of dirt loose around her body, discarding the brush to instead use her fingers to clean the more sensitive scales around her thighs, groin, and backside. Finally she scooped up a small handful of soap. The stuff was expensive, not made from foul smelling tallow and wood ash, but from some sort of oil, scented with pressed orange peels. She lathered up the bit of soap as much as possible; with as much as it cost, she had to spread it out. Actually...

After a moment, she frowned, and scooped up a bigger handful. If this worked, she wouldn't be coming back. If it didn't and she was caught, she wouldn't be coming back. Might as well go all out. By the time Trid was finished, her normally dusty brown scales looked more like lacquered pine boards: rich and gold and shimmering. She dried off, and then rubbed just a small bit more of the oily soap into her scales. Down along her arms, down her legs and long ribbon of a tail, up across her belly and flat chest. The citrus smell was intense, and her scales were practically glowing in the dim orange candlelight of the bathroom.

Trid felt giddy as she looked herself over in the polished serving tray Sid used as a mirror. Every bit of her was lovely. From the blunt, stubby ivory horns on her head, down to her excitedly wiggling toes. She turned sideways and clapped a hand to her round backside, smiling as it jiggled just a little bit. "Yep, this is gonna work."

Sid was just sitting up in bed as she exited the privy, still in the nude. He blinked at her a couple of sleepy moments, before throwing a hand up in front of his face. "Gah, put some clothes on woman!"

Trid stuck her tongue out, and waggled her hips as she strutted across the room towards her small bag of belongings. She'd learned the hard way that anything she carried on her person could be lost in a heartbeat if a guard or thug decided to harass her. So Sidney acted as her personal storage as well as her friend. "Don't lie, you wish you could get a piece of this." She teased, even as she rifled through her pack and pulled out her best clothes. A pair of frilly underwear, specially designed her her, some garters and stockings of plain white fabric, and a slim, almost tailored dress. It had taken her almost a year to scrape together enough money for the outfit, and another month before she could find someone willing to make it. Especially the underwear. Sid opened his eyes just in time to get a peek at her snugging the panties up around her hips, snapping the button on the back over her tail. They didn't do much for modesty, considering she had them made with a wide slit down the middle, so that they framed her sex instead of covered it. He closed them again until she'd donned the rest.

Trid took the opportunity to stuff her money pouch, her bundle of lockpicks, and a tiny sheathed dagger down her dress. "Okay Sid, it's safe to open your puritan eyes." She joked. She liked the man, had even offered to bed him, but Sidney was a hopeless romantic, and didn't particularly fancy kobolds. He looked cautiously and practically melted as he looked at her.

"Aww, Trid, you look adorable!"

She grinned and ran a hand down her side, finishing with another slap on her bum. "Adorable and sexy?"

"Don't push it." He replied with an easy smile.

She laughed, and moved forward to give the fat man a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Trid spoke softly as she embraced him. "You're a good friend Sid. Look, if this client tonight is the real deal, I might make enough to get out of the city finally. If you don't see me in a couple of days, sell my stuff. The soap alone could probably pay your rent for a couple of weeks."

He blinked in surprise at the affection and the statement, but then smiled sadly. "You've been talking about leaving for so long, I never thought you'd actually do it."

"Hey," she feigned seriousness, "I still might not. Don't go out and sell my stuff tomorrow, I might still be back."

He returned her hug tightly, "Okay, be careful little Trid. And good luck."

The trip through the poorer sections of the city was always sketchy, and Trid had more reason than usual to be cautious. She carried nearly everything of value she owned on her person. Any random guard or thug might pluck away months of her hard work in a moment. It took the kobold nearly an hour to sneak her way up-town to the Kerbriant manor, where she knocked softly on the back servant's entrance. The heavy wooden door clunked as it was unlocked, and a moment later a sleepy-eyed human guard stared down at her. "Oi, what the fuck do you want, newt?"

Trid ignored his insult and put on her best frightened puppy face. "I'm sorry m'lord, didn't mean to interrupt, only I'm supposed to meet someone here tonight."

He sneered, "Yeah, and who'd want to spend a night with a sorry runt like you?" Trid was certain that he recognized her, she'd been to this manor often enough for her client that nearly all the guards had seen her at one point or another. Still, she played the game; she knew what was expected.

"Please m'lord, I can't say, he'd be ruined if anyone knew. Is there anything I can do to convince you to let me pass?" Even as she said it she held out a hefty bronze coin. It was a lot for a kobold, but not so much of a bribe to be suspicious. She could have climbed the wall, but this offered her an excuse if she was caught. Besides, a single bronze coin was one hell of a bargain to get herself out of Mirara.

"Yeah fine, get on with your business." The man stepped aside, and let her through the narrow gatehouse, into the courtyard of the estate. She gave him a quick curtsy, and then before he could change his mind she fled deeper into the grounds. Trid didn't know who Kerbriant was, but he must have loved plants. Trees and bushes and green things of all types filled the space around the actual manor. It gave the kobold plenty of places to hide from the handful of guards on duty. She hadn't actually seen very much of the estate, her client had only ever really met her in the hayloft above the stables. But to be honest, if there was one place that made sense to keep a huge, caged gryphon, it was probably the stables.

Sure enough, as she rounded a familiar corner of the yard, there were a handful of guards out in front of the building. Her suspicions had been correct: Kerbriant, or whoever had captured the beast, must not have honestly expected anyone to try and steal it. There were only four guards out front, and they left plenty of open gaps between them for her to navigate her way past them and around the back side of the stables, where she wiggled through a loose board in the wall into a storage area. She climbed over bales of hay and alfalfa to get a better look inside.

Out in the middle of the large building was the cage and its occupant. Trid got her first up close look at the majestic creature. It was definitely a male judging by the proud, fuzzy scrotum swinging between his legs beneath his lion-like tail. His wings were bound by leather straps, and his face was wrapped in a sturdy iron muzzle that kept the gryphon from being able to open his beak. He paced his cage, staring at the only other occupant in the room: a rather tired looking guard, slumped down in his chair. The horses had all been relocated; they wouldn't stand the presence of a gryphon. As Trid watched the scene, the guard nodded off, and the gryphon responded by bashing itself against the cage door, startling the man awake. The kobold got the feeling that the two had been playing this game for some time, judging by the way the guard simply grumbled and shrugged at the sound, and tried to tuck his head deeper into his chest. She skirted along the wall until the gryphon was between her and the guard, and then darted towards the cage. The feral gryphon's keen ears perked up as she padded forwards, and he turned his head to face her. Trid did the only thing she could and put one finger to her mouth in what she hoped was the universal sign for quiet.

He seemed to understand, and made no sound as she got to the edge of the cage. Trid spoke in a low whisper. "I'm going to break you out, don't wake up the guard."

The gryphon looked at her suspiciously, and then nodded, settling himself down so that he provided cover from the guard's line of sight. Soon, the human had slipped peacefully off into slumber. Trid waited a few tense minutes to make sure he wasn't going to stir awake before speaking in a whisper again.

"Hey, you can trust me. I'm not doing this out of the goodness of my heart, I have ulterior motives. I want you to fly me out of this shit-awful place, and if we make it back to your home safely, maybe some sort of reward." The gryphon looked a little confused past its muzzle, but nodded again. "I know you're some sort of prince or something; I don't need much, just enough to get by somewhere better. I'm gonna unlock the cage now." She peeked out from behind the white furred beast, checking the guard once more before going to the front of the cage. The lock here wasn't complex, designed more to keep the gryphon in than anyone else out. Trid was hardly an expert thief, but she still manged to pick the crude lock in under a minute.

The cage groaned as she swung it open just enough to step inside. Trid glanced nervously at the guard before going to help the gryphon remove the bindings around his wings. Most of the straps could be unbuckled; a couple of them were tight enough that she had to saw through them with her dagger. Finally all that was left was the muzzle. This lock was _definitely_complex. Trid broke her first two rakes trying to get to the tumblers, and had to force herself to slow down before she ran out of tools. The gryphon sat patiently the whole time, the only sign of his aggravation being the lashing tip of his bushy tail. Finally, she felt the lock click. She tried to catch the muzzle, but the thing was made of cast iron. Once the lock came undone, the heavy metal contraption fell right off the gryphon's face, through her hands, and onto the floor of the cage with an enormous racket.

"What the shit?" The guard shot upright in his chair.

The gryphon spoke for the first time, his voice raspy and angry. "Grab hold of me, it's time to go!"

Trid didn't have a chance to ask for any clarification before the beast surged to his feet, tucking his head between her legs so that she was launched onto his back face down and backwards. She barely had time to grab a handful of plumage for stability before he was plowing through the open door of the cage, using it to slam the guard out of the way, and then on through the doors of the barn. There was a brief shout of alarm that faded rapidly below them, and Trid realized belatedly that they were airborne. The gryphon's wings battered her on both sides as he flapped, and she struggled to pull herself forward away from them. Finally, the little kobold managed to turn around, tucking her legs on either side of his shoulders and squeezing tightly with her thighs to stay mounted. The wind whipped around her, tearing at her thin dress. "Hang on tightly little one!" The gryphon called out over the noise of the wind. "We have to fly far and fast before the sun comes up!"

She nodded, even though he couldn't see her, and hunched down as low as she could. The view was breathtaking, even with most of the land cloaked in night. Little streams and rivers glittered under the moonlight, and Mirara faded into the distance behind them. Trid's face split into a mad grin and she whooped in excitement. "We did it!" They had left that hell-hole of a city behind, she was finally free. No more guards extorting her, no more drunken thugs attacking her. She was on the back of a gryphon, and the world was open before her. Or at least whatever section of the world the gryphon happened to be heading to.

The excitement and rush of adrenaline was such that Trid didn't even notice the passage of time as they flew, or how cold the air was. It wasn't until they'd been in the sky long enough that her hands had gone numb and her head was starting to feel fuzzy that Trid realized maybe she wasn't properly dressed for flying. Kobolds weren't cold-blooded, but they were small and furless, and didn't handle low temperatures well. Mirara was cold almost all the time, and even though it was nearly summer, the wind at this height was stealing her warmth away rapidly. She lifted one hand to pat the gryphon's neck to get his attention, and then suddenly she was sliding, her other frozen hand unable to hold on any longer. She tipped slowly on the gryphon's back, trying to squeeze harder with her legs to keep her perch, to no avail.

At least I'm not going to die in the city. Her last thought flicked through her head with some amusement as she finally slid from the gryphon's back. She felt just the smallest moment of weightlessness before the beast caught her, his claws snagging in her dress and then clutching her tightly to his chest. Her mind drifted into a chilly funk, delirious from hypothermia. Images flicked by in a slide show. They were descending. They were on the ground. Someone was yelling at them. They were flying again. They were in a room, with a cheerful fire going, casting blessed warmth on her. She was bundled up against something incredibly warm and soft, her body sinking into the luxurious comfort. Sleep took her

When Trid awoke, she was practically buried in the fluff and feathers of the gryphon. White fur and plumage tickled her bare scales, her dress long since discarded. The gryphon slept on his side atop what looked to be a stolen laundry line full of blankets, holding her to his chest with both forelegs. The fire was low, but still provided enough light for the little kobold to look around and see where they'd ended up. A smallish stone room, the walls chipped and dark with moss. There was a single doorway, currently filled in with rubble. A section of the roof had collapsed, showing the faint blue and orange streaks of twilight. They were in some old ruins somewhere, Trid surmised. She started trying to wriggle her way out of the gryphon's grip, and after a moment he stirred, stretching and opening his beak in a wide yawn, his narrow tongue flopping out. He snapped his beak closed with a clack, and then turned to look at the kobold pressed into his fur.

"Oh good, you're alive!" He chirped, unfolding his arms so that the kobold could drop free.

Trid winced a little as she finally stood. She still felt sore and tired, but she was alive enough to crack a grin. "Yep. Thanks to you! Thanks for catching me back there. I'm Trid." She would have given a curtsy, but her dress was laying, shredded, off to the side. Instead she put her hands on her hips and her back to the fire, taking in the warmth and flexing, popping stiff joints in her spine. She noticed with amusement that her undergarments were still intact.

The gryphon tilted his head at her, watching as she worked out the kinks in her body. "I am Belic. I am glad you survived, I would have felt terrible if you had froze to death on my back without me even noticing."

"Yeah, me too." She winked. "So, where are we headed?" She asked, starting to pat herself down in a once over. She felt pretty good, all things considered, but something wasn't quite right, and it wasn't the churning hunger of her stomach.

"South, I have a home a few days flight from here, although it looks like I'll have to move now that the humans know where I live."

"Yeah, that sucks. They're not all bad, but the ones who are really fuck shit up for everyone." She mumbled absently as she tried to focus on exactly what was wrong. She felt tingly, and not the pins and needles of frostbite. There was an unusual warmth in her belly, and between her legs. "Ah, shit." She whispered. Kobolds didn't really have fixed breeding seasons. Their heat could be triggered by a number of different stimuli: certain temperature changes and prolonged contact with males being among them. Of course, it was supposed to only be male kobolds. She shoved aside her annoyance at this most recent development "But now I'm free of Mirara, and you're free to go off doing prince things. Win-win for both of us."

"I'm not actually a prince you know." Belic said softly. "I am a distant nephew to the king. I'm not sure why the humans even bothered with me."

"Oh," Trid looked at him, feeling a little crestfallen. "So you're saying you're poor?" She hadn't exactly counted on a reward, but it would have been nice. Now she had almost none of her belongings, and was out in the wilderness with a gryphon. Oh well, still better than being in the city.

"Well, I have some money, but not enough for a real reward." Belic turned his head aside in embarrassment. "A few ounces of gold maybe."

The kobolds eyes bulged, "A few ounces? I've never even seen a single gold coin!" She swayed her hips, dancing in place in excitement. "I'm gonna be! A rich kobold!"

She was pretty sure gryphons couldn't smile with their beaks, but by the way Belic's ruff of feathers fluffed out and his tail lashed back and forth, he appeared to be amused at her reaction. "Well, I am glad not to disappoint my rescuer. Why don't you stay here with the fire, I'm going to go hunt us up something to eat before we leave."

"Okay!" Trid chirped happily, waving good bye to the gryphon as he climbed through the open portion of the ceiling. The short, brown kobold hummed happily to herself as she went through her tattered dress, finding her money pouch and dagger. The lockpicks were missing; she was pretty sure she'd dropped them when they burst out of the cell. She'd have to think of a way to ride the gryphon in a warmer manner. She supposed she could just wrap the blankets around herself, but that still left her trying to cling onto his neck and avoid being hammered by every upstroke of the gryphon's wings. Maybe she could ride against his belly, use the blankets as a sling. There was plenty of rope from the line that Belic had snatched up. Besides, having that warm fur running over her scales had felt rather nice, it would only be better now with her body all titillated from her heat. Trid bit her lip as lewd thoughts drifted through her head, and couldn't resist sneaking a hand between her legs, over the gap in her panties. Moist warmth met her fingertips, her claws tickling over her swollen vent. Yep, definitely in heat. Maybe Belic would fancy helping her out. Kobolds were pretty stretchy, how big could a gryphon be?

She pushed aside her lecherous thoughts and focused on fixing up the blankets into a proper shape, trying to visualize how she wanted to put together her sling. Soon Belic's wings were audible, the heavy flaps signaling his return. A moment later he scrambled back down into their hideout, two hares clutched in his beak. He carefully set them by the fire. "It's not much, but it should get us through the day." He nodded firmly. After a second he paused and lifted his head, sniffing the air. "What's that smell?"

Trid stuck out her tongue and tasted her own scent filling the air. Her lustful daydreaming had only served to spread the heavy scent of her arousal throughout the room. "Oh, that's me. Looks like my body decided a near-death experience was a good time to make babies."

"Oh." Belic sat down on the blankets. "That seems inconvenient."

Trid shrugged, "Eh, it's no big deal. I've been through it plenty of times. Not looking forward to laying a bunch of sterile eggs later, but whatever. Hey, I was thinking," she skipped past the rabbits over to the gryphon, "I can't really ride on your back without risking freezing to death or falling off. Plus, I seem to be getting in the way of your wings."

Belic nodded along, watching her as she grabbed the edge of a blanket and backed up against his chest holding it in front of her, illustrating her plan. "So what if we tie one of these blankets like this, tight against your belly, and I could ride in it? I'd stay warm, you wouldn't have me up on your neck, win-win!"

"Um, it sounds good, but I think I see a problem." As if heralded by his words, Trid felt a warm brush against her ankle. Looking down, she saw the gryphon's fuzzy white sheath filling, the shaft within swelling so that the pink tip peeked out at her.

"Hah," Trid chuckled, lifting her foot to rub her ankle over the gryphon's package. "I'd heard that some species respond to other species seasons. Just our luck I suppose."

"Yes well," Belic shifted away at the touch, seeming a bit annoyed. "Unfortunately it is going to make it difficult to fly. Perhaps it's that I've never mated, or perhaps it's that you are rather attractive for a kobold, but I can't seem to make it go away."

Trid grinned at his compliment, even if it was a bit snappy. "Well, you want me to just take care of it for you?"

His sheath pulsed at the suggestion, and a few inches of slick shaft spilled out. The head was flat and blunt, with a nubby flare that looked impressive, even partly flaccid as it was at the moment. "Excuse me?"

"Okay, so you take the rabbits, I get a different kind of breakfast, and we can both go flying again. It's a triple win-win-win for team Trid!" She didn't give him a chance to reply to her cheer, instead dropping the blanket and spinning around to plop onto her hands and knees, face to flare with the rapidly growing shaft.

"Are you sure that's safe? You're not very big..." He trailed off as Trid leaned in to give his crown a kiss, her long tongue lashing out to slurp around the leaking glans. Belic had appeared to reach his full mast. His cock was built like a horse's, with a medial ring and everything, though perhaps a little more manageable in size. The only difference was the hard lump of flesh near his base, the promise of a future knot.

"Yeah, I've got some practice. I can take it. Probably. Maybe. Let's find out!"

The gryphon gave a squawk of alarm as she wrapped both hands around his member and lunged forwards without warning, her muzzle engulfing the tip of his maleness. Trid coiled her tongue along his cock like a serpent, pulling and squeezing with it as she battered her way down Belic's length. The mild salty flavor of his skin only brought her own arousal higher, and soon that blunt head was wedged against her throat. Trid swallowed rapidly, trying to work him in deeper; she was curious if she could take the whole length. A few rippling contractions of her throat did the trick, and after a moment his flared tip popped through into her neck. Trid had no gag reflex to suppress as she swallowed him up. She lifted one hand curiously to her neck, and felt the prominent bump of his flare bulging through her scales. It nearly reached her collarbone by the time she could wrap her lips around the still-dormant knot. A quick test showed that she could still breath through her nose with little difficulty. Trid thanked the fact that kobolds were built to swallow live prey.

She pulled back a bit, and began working herself up and down her tasty treat, her tongue still exploring. She kept one inquisitive hand on her neck to feel that lump of flesh moving back and forth. The thick flesh in her mouth and throat pulsed and throbbed, dumping pent up fluids straight into her gullet.

"Oh!" Belic gasped, and reached down to rest one clawed hand carefully on the back of her head. "I haven't ever..." He trilled out a note as she reached with her other hand to carefully clutch one of his fuzzy balls. The single orb filled her palm, and she massaged it gently before switching to the other.

She drew back off of his length with a slurping cough, a mess of spit and precum smeared over her lips. "You've already said you've never mated."

"No, I've never touched myself."

"What?" There was no way. "You've never even masturbated?"

"How would I do that with this," Belic clacked his sharp beak closed again, "and these?" He lifted his paw from her head, curling his wicked talons inwards.

Trid smiled hungrily, her eyes wide with excitement. "Oh shit, this is gonna be a good breakfast. Now_you_ hold on tight, cause we ain't stopping till you pop!"

She devoured him once more, practically in a frenzy now. She grabbed his sac with both hands, rolling his balls tenderly around her palms, rubbing them lovingly through the soft white fur. Belic groaned above her, one more gripping her head and pushing her down this time. She let him hold her there, smushed against his sheath, breathing through her nose and gulping around his shaft like she could suck it right off. He felt like he was growing harder, thicker even. The small bulbs of flesh at his base were getting firmer, and she wondered if she'd still be able to breath once his flare was full. Only one way to find out. She locked her lips behind his knot, grinding her nose into the gryphons sack. She sucked in a breath as he shifted both hands to her sides, almost lifting her off the ground as he shoved her down roughly. She grinned around her meal, spit drooling between her lips.

Belic gave a keening cry as his climax hit him like a cannonball. Trid was locked into place as his flare and knot expanded, the first lodged nearly in her chest and the latter secured in her mouth. Heavy pulses of cum splashed into her belly, the thick spurts filling her as well as any meal. There wasn't anywhere else for it to go, and soon the kobold felt quite full. The pressure backwashed, surging from her lips and running up her sinuses. She coughed and hacked, the taste and smell of his seed filling her mouth and nose. She could still breath after all, but she had to exhale sharply to clear her nostrils.

Belic nearly collapsed atop her, catching himself at the last second. Instead he huddled down over the kobold, his fur and feathers quivering as the last few spasms of his orgasm swept through his body. "Oh. Oh my. That was...Trid are you all right?" Belic's voice was concerned as he remembered the kobold trapped beneath him. The gryphon straightened back up and looked down at his partner. Trid gurgled out an affirmative, turning her head around his cock so that she could wink up at him and pat his thigh reassuringly with one hand. The other still stroked and squeezed lightly on his balls, attempting to coax out every drop.

"Um, thank you. That was amazing. Do you have any idea how long you'll be stuck there?"

She shrugged, and idly swallowed again to see if his shaft felt any looser in her throat. It did not. She kept testing, half-hoping that the gryphon would stay hard for another round. Alas, he didn't. It might have been fifteen minutes or so before the thick plug of flesh shrank enough to pop free of her jaws. She kept her lips sealed tight and her tongue clenched around Belic as he withdrew, sucking on every inch of retreating flesh so that it came out sparkling clean. She swallowed the last traces of seed and stood, looking down at her swollen belly. She couldn't remember the last time she'd actually eaten enough to fill this full. "I'm going to be tasting that for a while."

Belic looked away bashfully, and distracted himself with gulping down the two rabbits. Trid couldn't have eaten them if she wanted to. Instead she busied herself with preparing for the flight. Soon the kobold had managed to lash together a functional sling. Years of struggling for survival had taught her many skills, including how to tie a strong knot. The thickest, warmest blanket was lashed tightly against the gryphon's chest and belly, the ropes over his hips and shoulders padded with other blankets so that they wouldn't cut into him.

"Okay big guy, hunch down so that I can climb in." Belic did so, and the kobold crab-walked towards him so that she could wedge herself feet first into the small gap between feathers and fabric along his chest. She slid down into the warm pocket, soft cloth on her back and softer fur on her front, until she was sitting comfortably along the curve of his belly. "Okay," Her voice was muffled by the fabric, but she punctuated it with a light tap on his ribs. Soon the gryphon was moving, climbing up out of the ruins. The movement made her slide down, but Trid had tied the end of the blanket between the griffon's legs and up over his haunches, so there was no open space for her to fall out of.

She clung to his fur as Belic launched them both skywards. The slow rolling of his body was almost relaxing as he winged his way through the sky. Even though she was denied the wonderful view of the land spreading out below them, Trid couldn't be too upset as she rejoiced at the comfort of her warm sanctuary. The swaying of their flight and the soft warmth soon lulled her, and long stretches of flight passed as she drifted back and forth between a near sleep, and a sultry wakeful languor. Each time she stirred awake she felt more excited, more needy. She was in heat, and the scent, touch, and taste of the male gryphon were only serving to accentuate her body's demand to breed. Soon she was rolling her hips up as the gryphon's body rocked in flight, so that her sex was tickled by his fur. Not enough. Bit by bit she wiggled down lower, pulling herself towards his loins. It hadn't been intentional, but now she was glad that she had tied the blanket off in such a way that his sheath and balls were tucked inside.

Belic's stomach jerked as her clawed toes brushed against his maleness, but after a moment of hesitation, he resumed flapping. Trid took this as permission, and hooked her feet behind his sac, bowing her legs out as she lowered herself until she was crouched in her shelter with his sheath tickling over her entrance through the gap in her underwear. She ground herself down against him, squeezing the soft bulk of his concealed shaft between her thighs. Soon, that bulk began to swell, growing firm and protruding. The fat, flat head of his cock pressed hard against her lips for just a moment, before it popped inside from the pressure of its own growth. Belic reacted with enthusiasm, his hindquarters thrusting forwards vigorously, spearing the little kobold. Trid was already plenty aroused, her body practically begging for something to fill the burning emptiness between her thighs, but despite the notoriously elasticity of kobolds, she felt herself struggling to endure the stretch. Trid's toes curled against his sack and her eyes went wide as that first thrust buried a third of his shaft into her body.

The little kobold clenched her jaws and pulled herself tighter. She had never let a challenge stop her before, and she had every intent of feeling that knot inside of her. Pinned as she was against his groin, his shaft had nowhere to go but deeper into her as it grew, and every flap of his wings rocked his body a little harder against her. Soon, Trid could reach down and trace his outline in the scales of her belly. Her body was fighting a losing battle to hold back the advance of the enormous length, her muscles slowly going slack and opening around him as he grew. His flare scraped back and forth along her passage as he flew, the undulating rolling of the gryphon's flight naturally working him deeper, a fraction of an inch at a time. Her heat-stricken body responded by liberally flooding her sex with fluids and clenching around him, resisting any time he tried to withdraw. Finally she felt the firm lobes of his knot squish against her sopping wet vent, still uninflated, but thick enough to pinch an tug at her entrance, forcing her lips wide around it.

"Oh fuck." She mumbled into the fur of Belic's stomach. It felt like her whole body was wrapped around that scorching hot length of flesh. She had been with large partners and used large toys, but this was a step beyond anything she had attempted before. She was so close though, and she wanted the whole thing inside of her. It already felt like Belic was as deep as he could go, bottomed out inside of her. She couldn't seem to get enough leverage to force herself down onto that knot. She clenched around his shaft, bouncing herself up and down on it. She even let her tail coil around his sack, squeezing and massaging in an attempt to drive the gryphon further.

It worked. Belic growled deep in his chest, the sound resonating through Trid as he began humping back at her. Each impact smashed the knot against her, his soft, furry balls clapping against her upturned rump. She could feel the little bumps of his flare dragging along her insides, and the lips of her sex were worked wider by each consecutive thrust. There was one brief moment of pain as she opened as much as she could, stretched around the widest part of that knot, and then he was fully inside of her, his blunt head shoved right up against her cervix, liquid heat dribbling from it.

Belic cried out once more as he locked his wings into a glide and shuddered against her. His flare and knot swelled out, and Trid screamed out her pleasure as the sudden intense pressure sent her head over heels into her own peak. A flood of liquid fire filled her, oozing straight into her womb and pooling there as Belic's balls pulsed and rippled under her clenching toes and tail. The kobold couldn't react, or think. All she could do was tremble and groan as her insides reflexively clenched and milked the monster lodged between her thighs. The massive bulb of flesh just inside her vent had expanded to an unbreakable seal, making sure that every drop stayed inside for the time being. Belic's shaft hadn't even finished spewing its load inside of her when he was forced to start flapping again.

Perhaps they had drifted too low. Whatever the reason, Trid was almost immediately launched into another orgasm as his knot and flare jerked her whole body back and forth wit his motions, locked inseparably to him as she was. It quickly became apparent that they couldn't keep flying like this, and she felt the gryphon began to drop down, spiraling towards the ground. He landed with a heavy impact on his back legs, and Trid let out a yelp as her weight was slammed down on top of his sheath. The gryphon trembled and panted on the ground, his chest heaving against the kobold. Trid could only do the same, locked in her warm, fluffy prison.

"I have to assume that is not your mouth this time." Belic's voice reached her through the blanket.

Trid smiled in her dim shelter, and lifted her arms to wrap them around the gryphon's sides as far as she could, giving as much of a hug as she could manage. "Nope, my mouth is still free and clear." It was a bit strange, conversing through the heavy blanket, out of sight and pinned by the cock lodged inside of her. She wasn't about to complain though. The desperate need to breed had faded for the moment, and the sloshing heat in her womb left her feeling satisfied and sleepy.

"Ah, so then, we've mated?"

"Well, if you were a kobold, you could look forward to being a father in about seven or eight months."

After a moment she felt something press against her back through the blanket. Belic's hand, as he returned the hug through the blanket, clutching her against his belly. Trid purred happily, and clung to the gryphon until she felt him begin to go soft inside of her. Using one hand to plug herself up, she managed to waddle out of the sling without spilling too much, until she was finally out in the chilly air, looking up at the slightly sheepish gryphon. They had landed in a small clearing at the side of a creek, sheltered by dense pine trees on all sides. Belic watched with dismay as Trid squatted and finally unclenched her lowers, letting a steady stream of creamy white leak out past her fingertips to patter on the grassy riverbank. Still, between her breakfast this morning, and all the seed still packed into her womb, the kobold looked pretty well gravid already.

"That is all from me?" Belic asked, staring at the puddle that had formed between Trid's splayed out legs.

"Sure is; you're one hell of a stud. Thanks for that, by the way. Should settle my dumb-ass instincts for a bit."

"I feel like I should be the one thanking you." He mumbled. "Before you showed up, the guards were speaking of gelding me."

Trid bared her teeth in a grin, "Well lucky for us both I got there first. I've been with a lot of men, but I've never experienced a good hard rut quite like that. Looking forward to the next time already."

"The next time?" Belic asked in surprise.

"Well yeah, you said it was a few days flight to your home. Why not enjoy it?" She felt a sudden idea coming on, an opportunity not to be lost. "In fact, I got a proposition for ya. You said you had to move anyhow, you have a plan in mind where you want to go?"

Belic shrugged, "Well, I don't really have any ties. I was thinking of exploring. I heard a rumor that on the other side of the Danesse there's a country run by a dragon. Apparently they'll let just about anyone live there. Might be interesting, I've never met a dragon."

"Hey, me neither. So how about we travel together? I don't have a home to go back to, so your dragon-place seems as good as any. I get a free ride, we both get to screw each other until we're tired of it. It's a win-win."

Belic stared at her for a moment, and then his feathers fluffed out again, and his eyes seemed to smile for him. "I think I am okay with that."

Trid cheered and danced, wincing just a little at the twisting motion of her sore nethers. "Fucking puuuuurfect." She drawled. "This is gonna be awesome. Hey, one more thing. You think you got enough money you'd want to hire a personal chef when we get there? Cause I know someone who will work for cheap, and can cook the best damned stew you'll ever taste."