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Life Mating

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Blazing Aurora

The gryphoness' wings lazily beat the air, though with a touch of Autumn on the breeze, she knew that she would not be looking down over long, sweeping meadows of grass and the winding river for much longer. Soon, the trees would lose their leaves, leaving only the conifers behind to stand solemn through the chill of winter, the cold, icy grasp that it took to allow the land to hibernate. It needed to rest, though Hemera would have very much liked to rest too and avoid the harshness of the season, preferably with a warm body against hers.

Her markings could have been considered toned down in shades of soft brown and creamy white for her underbelly, if not for the startling slice of purple running down the tip of her wings, where the feathers came to an end. That was matched by the talons on her hind legs, bearing the feline half of her in her forelimbs, claws tucked away for the moment. Her head was typically gryphon-like with a neat, smart beak and large kind eyes, a crest of purple taking the place of hair on top of her head - when she was in a feral form, of course. Things would change if she shifted, though most of her body was covered with fur rather than feathers, something of a hybrid even in the gryphon communities and flocks.

Hemera didn't mind that. It was good to be different and her colouration had never caused her any problems hunting, though she was not out on the hunt that day. She was looking for something more, something that would make her life complete, though she wasn't so sure where such a mate lay.

Maybe...

"Oh!"

She grinned, pausing in mid-air, backpedalling with her wings to hover - a neat trick that not every gryphon could perform. But all seemed to be coming right as she plummeted to the ground in a moderate dive, wings tucked in against her back.

The pull of them, their sweet smell... They were different, someone that they had never seen before, walking along in simple clothes, as if they were going hiking. It was a time where there were cities and more across the globe, though Hemera preferred her wild life, even though it sometimes set her apart from those that were a little more civilised with clothing like those strange blue...jeans? Was that what they were called?

But it was of no matter to her as she landed in a flurry of feathers, squawking, practically dancing and prancing on the spot as her feline tail lashed, stirring up the feathers that lay down part of the length as an imitation of an avian tail too. Her quarry, a deer anthro with a full head of antlers, gasped and stumbled back as the gryphon closed the distance.

"You!" Hemera's eyes sparkled, batting at her playfully with a soft forepaw, her claws sheathed. "You... Stay with me, just for a while."

She didn't know how to put into words what she wanted, pawing at the deer as she held up her hands - though that could not be right. For, even though the deer had antlers, there was a rise at the front of her chest, breasts showing through her clothes. Hemera cocked her head to the side as the deer's breath came in harsh, panting gasps, each one feeling as if it was another second of life that she had stolen.

But the fight and the pain that she had expected from practically being tackled from the sky did not come. Atrice blinked, holding up her paw to shield her eyes from the midday sun, quivering in place as dampness seeped into her clothes. The gryphon pulled back onto her hind legs, transforming smoothly and seamlessly before her eyes into a biped form, though there was still an air of the wild about her, a sense that there was something raw and feral there in her eyes.

"What on earth... Who are you? What are you?"

The deer gulped, though Hemera squealed and pounced, ripping through her clothes with shocking ease to reveal the deer's body beneath. All Atrice, the stag-doe, could do was gasp, half pushed back against a rock, though her body was still frozen. Fight, flight or freeze (or fawn) was a very real thing indeed, yet there was no sense, not really, that there was a true threat there...merely shock.

Yes, a lot of that.

The gryphon purred and nuzzled down her chest, revealing the swell of her breasts, tongue flickering out, though it was easier now that she had more hand-like paws instead of foot-paws to caress and tease. Oh, the deer... Oh, yes! Yes! She had not seen her before, but she was everything she could have wanted, her heart pounding, blood pumping more fervently around her body than ever.

Under her, the deer shook lightly and she cooed to her, trying to tell her through her chirps and purrs that there was no danger. Perhaps she should not have dropped so quickly out of the sky - but she'd just been too excited.

The deer's sheath, however, betrayed more, a soft fold of flesh that responded to her touch as she traced it tenderly, curiously, with the tip of her finger. Hemera licked her lips deviously, tail flicking back and forth, though there was no holding back from a gryphoness that had her "prey" pinned, a feast of the sense laid out before her.

"Oh... You... Ohhh..."

The deer shivered, her head tipping back, antlers knocking lightly against a rock, though, now that she was sure that she wasn't going to be eaten, was a little more amenable to what was going on. Feeling her way around the gryphon's beak, she kissed her tentatively, heart pounding.

She was likely being insane... But getting fucked, or doing the fucking, was far preferable to her than being eaten. And the gryphon was kind of cute too, the deer's exposed shaft rising, softly, slowly, from its sheath.

"Mmm..." Hemera crooned, nuzzling down to it even as the deer sat herself back up against the moss-covered rock, brushing her fingers over her rack. "I've never seen a female like you before..."

The deer blushed, heat creeping down her neck.

"Uh... Yeah, hermaphrodite. You can call me a female though, doesn't bother me. Easier that way, even with the rack, hehe..."

As if it needed to be pointed out, she waved her fingers at her rack, feeling sillier by the moment - but all that silliness was swept away as the gryphon's beak parted over her cock.

"Ohhhhh, heavens!"

Hemera groaned around her, taking that slim, tapered length of deer meat deep, as if they had been doing it for years. Atrice gave in to it, panting, her paws on Hemera's head, drawing her in, though she did not know where to grasp. The gryphon's soft crest had eased into something like hair, though she didn't want to pull it out either, head spinning from how fast everything had gone. Yet the smell of the gryphoness was warming and comforting, reminding her of crackling fires, roasting chestnuts in the eve of Autumn, leaning into her, pleasure teasing through her frame.

Hemera moaned and took more of Atrice's cock into her mouth, though there was the slit of a pussy behind it, tucked between her balls and her tail hole, that would be revealed later. For the hermaphrodite was something, someone, that could satisfy every need of hers, knowing how a female sex worked and a male sex.

The gryphoness shuddered, wanting it all, quivering with need. But no matter how much she slurped on Atrice's cock, not even yet knowing the deer's name, she could not stop her vent from flushing hot with a rush of blood under her tail. It was separate to her anal ring, but the folds of flesh there usually pulled into a tight slit for protection, allowing her body to soften and allow entry when she was aroused.

Dripping with it, Hemera could hold back no longer, not even with a firm, thick length of deer meat in her beak. She'd been careful of her beak, though the stag-doe still gasped as she drew back too quickly, catching the underside, though, thankfully, without drawing more than a flicker of brief pain.

"Please..." Hemera groaned, turning her back to the deer, down on all fours, turning herself into a submissive position. "This is sudden..." Her eyes turned dark, tongue snaking out to lash along the side of her beak. "Do me. Fuck me! I want to feel you inside me... Oh, how I need it!"

Of course, the gryphoness could have pinned the deer down and taken what she wanted either way - but how was that ever going to work with a life partner, a mate that she wanted to keep by her side for many years hence? She wanted to entice the stag-doe too, the creature that could fuck her and do so much more, the one that she wanted to get to know.

The thing was, getting to know another as a biped and as a true, feral gryphon didn't quite match up... But maybe it was telling that the deer didn't mind as she pressed up behind the gryphon, on her knees, hissing out through her teeth.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..."

She was drawn too, a pull of her hips driving them into Hemera's sex, though she didn't even know the name of the one she was mating. It was an easy push and it was even easier for her to curl forward over Hemera's back, holding her tightly to her, arms wrapped around her torso as if she was going to drag her back into her with every thrust.

There was no slap of her hips on the gryphon's backside, not with the volume of thick fur there. But there were many pants and moans, filling the air, fucking out there in the open without, seemingly, any care in the world. The deer bred her furiously, neither of them caring, not in the heat of the moment, that her cock was bare, that there could be consequences to her actions.

One thrust after the other, the gryphon finally screaming in climax, wings flaring out, orgasm crashing over her as if it was all a dream. Yet it was so much more than that, the passion of it all curling through like a flicker of fire, yet one that was inside, deep, twisting back and forth in such a way that it could never be put out.

One mate, one true mate...forever. That was what Hemera had been looking for, her eyes half-lidded, crying out again and again for the stag-doe to fill her with every slamming, desperate thrust.

She did too, Atrice cumming hard, squeezing the gryphon to her as if she was suddenly afraid that she was going somewhere. There was no turning back once ropes of slick cream had poured into the gryphon's pussy, her sex rippling and pulling around her cock, though Hemera would have no recollection of trying to milk her partner dry.

Such sweet passion could not be held forever, however, as they collapsed into a tangle of limbs, laughing breathlessly, though Atrice was still a little bewildered at what she had done. Her body ached deliciously, strung out and still horny, her shaft resting outside her sheath, softening on her lower abdomen.

All was right with the world...even if she did not much understand about the lively yet aggressive gryphoness.

Perhaps that was something the deer could change?

"What's your name?" She breathed, stroking Hemera's beak. "You... Wow..."

The deer chuckled, lost for words. Sometimes words were better spent, however, in the passion of the body.

"Atrice... And you?"

"Hemera."

In time, they would get to know one another better than ever, spending days and weeks before they mated again. For there was no rush when one was with their one true mate, the one that they were meant to be with for the rest of their lives. There was no rush, only love, passion waiting at the end of the thread.

Atrice, for her, had been more than worth waiting for.