The Apex Predator
#25 of The Griffon of Paradise: The Full Account
Day 160, I think?
I haven't been going back to my cave to keep track of the days. I'd started a separate tally at the ruins, but I ended up skipping a couple of days. Gonna have to guesstimate going forward.
Today was the best hunt I've had since coming to the island. And I was SUPER wound up by it.
So, context. I think all this pushing stones around has sped up my gains. Probably how they're able to keep pace with the size of my curves. But it's not just my muscles, I noticed. My talons have gotten way longer and sharper. I mean yeah, griffons file their talons, but this is more than just letting them grow out. They're a lot sturdier too, and I can feel the extra muscle behind them whenever I extend and retract them.
I decided that when I went to bag a goat today, I'd leave the spear and my other stuff behind. Got myself hot and bothered at the prospect of hunting something down with my bare claws. Just like it was for my ancestors. Back when we were just another bunch of primitive animals. Mmm.
Those goats are getting smart, I think. Starting to shy away from places with trees. I'd have to hunt from the ground, and the tall grass was the perfect spot to stalk my prey. Not like it'll help them. I've bagged so many animals of all sizes, either taking them down directly, or by setting traps. I can spearfish like a champ too. Hell, now that I think about it, meat and fish has taken up most of my diet now. Still eat fruit and vegetables sometimes, but it's the meat I need to feel full.
It was over an hour before one of those horned bastards finally came over the hill. I was down low on all fours. The thick muscles in my arms and legs were tense as steel wire as I crept through the grass as smooth and silent as could be. Must be the feline DNA in me, because I've gotten real fucking good at this over the past few months.
As always, I was dripping arousal down my legs, but I ignored it. Like I said in an earlier entry, the horniness keeps me alert and focused. Didn't even have to do anything to keep that fire going. The weight of my tits pulling down on my chest in this position was all the stimulation I needed.
I got to just a few feet away from where the goat was grazing. Could see the top of its horns over the line of grass. Just as my prey started to turn and look my way, I pounced.
It was a little distracting the way my boobs bounced forward and back as I made the two great leaps out of the brush towards the goat thing, but I was locked on target and nothing was gonna stop me. I leapt up into the air and came straight down on the fucker's back. My talons and beak sank into that supple flesh with ease, and I may have gotten a bit carried away tearing out its throat.
By the time I stood up, I was covered in blood and my kill was thoroughly dead. Might not get some good hide out of this one, but I was too hungry and turned on to care. It feels so fucking good to be savage. I'm in tune with primal instincts I don't think any griffon has anymore. Except for me, of course.
I hauled the goat on my shoulders back to the ruins, where I hung the carcass up to skin and dress it. Once that was taken care of, I headed down to the waterfall to wash the blood off.
When I came back to the ruins, I was dripping wet in more way that one. After I got my dickstone out of my bag, I looked down at my arms and flexed them. Good fucking gravy I love how my veins pop through my fur whenever I do that.
It gave me an extra naughty idea for how I'd let off some steam. I placed the toy in the crook of my arm, clenched my fist, and curled. My biceps swelled to the size of a grapefruit and that stone cock was swallowed up between it and my forearm.
I growled and licked over the muscle while my other hand stroked down over my abs. They used to be a six pack, but they're a freaking eight pack now, and I love running my hands over it.
My imagination kicked in, and I started putting together another daydream. I imagined that the dick I was flexing on belonged to one of those dragons I met on the beach. The look on his face while I squeezed his cock under my biceps was hilarious and hot at the same time. Then I imagined that the hand stroking along my abs belonged to one of the other dragons. It was soon replaced by his tongue, and then his cock and balls dragging along my belly and occasionally catching in my navel.
From time to time I moved my dildo around to rub along different parts of my body, all to keep up the fantasy of these dragon studs grinding their dicks along my muscles. One slipped his length into my cleavage, but it wasn't my tits he was after. With just the right pump, I was able to slip it down further until I'd caught it between my pecs.
All the while, I had another caught between my powerful thighs, and I was squeezing down on him so hard you think I'd pinch it right off his body. But I knew the big guy could take it. Dragons are tough like that.
The dragons growled and hissed, and I growled right back at them. Not once did any of us touch my pussy, and we didn't have to. It seemed like my cunt would throb and violently squirt every few minutes as I had one orgasm after another just from us exploring my body.
By the time I wore myself out and the fantasy faded, I'd made another mess of myself. Fuck it, I had a goat to cook for dinner, and I don't mind being messy once in a while. Didn't wash it off until my evening bath.
My body's sore as usual whenever I get ready for bed. Working on these ruins a few hours a day will do that. But it's the good kind of burn. Lets me know I'm alive and well, and my muscles are gonna keep getting bigger. Mmm, hope my tits and ass can keep up.
Hey Dash, I wish you could see me now. Pretty sure I'm stronger than you. Could totally take you in a wrestling match. Then we could Nope, I am stopping right there. Probably awkward enough for you reading about my sex life. Not that I mind.
Bottom line, Dashie. I miss you. You're still my best bud. And you're gonna be the first one I go see once I'm rescued.
Good night for now.
-Gilda