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Spinton Nocturne - a gryphon of Arrenthen - was determined to find the truth of the gryphon of Overlook Falls.

Legend told of a powerful white gryphon that would appear once every two months at the top of the waterfall that looked over his tribe, keeping an eye out and making sure that all were happy and the hunting was bountiful; while her stay was often short, once the gryphon left, the blessings remained for a week! Well, all of that seemed to be true. When this white gryphon appeared, everyone's hunts were successful, seed and berry crops blossomed, and the reported number of fights and disagreements in the tribe dropped to zero, even though there seemed to be no reason for this beyond the innate happiness of a successful hunt or harvest.

What Spinton wanted to find out was WHY. The legend simply stated that this gryphon was there to wish the tribe the best and grant her blessings, but Spinton was sure there was more to it than that. No gods would stop by such a small, inconsequential little tribe in the middle of the Arrenthen rainforest for no reason at all. No, there had to be something more. Some deeper reason for this gryphon god's appearances.

Spinton had been tracking her comings and goings for years now. He'd charted her appearances, took data about her effects on the community, and cross-referenced the legends with that of local tribes. One thing he'd found to be irrefutable was that her presence was directly linked to the species of the tribe. Spinton's tribe was comprised almost entirely of gryphons and their parent species; there were some feline slaves and avian messengers that often passed through, and their queen was a hippogryph, but the overall population was that of a gryphon tribe.

The only other tribes that reported a white gryphon protector were also heavily gryphon populated and also somewhere in Arrenthen.

It did not matter where you went or what tribe you visited, the story was the same. This white gryphon would descend upon the highest point in the area near a tribe (in Spinton's village it was a waterfall, some had cliffs or particularly large trees), she'd stay there for a few days, then leave. During her stay and a few days after, the success rates of hunts would go up to near 100%, doubling from the usual 45% average. Not only would the hunting rates hit their peak, but harvest would be triggered almost instantly. The vegetation of fruit and nut trees and bushes would grow to the point the berries and nuts were practically popping as they were forced off the twigs.

This phenomenon followed this gryphon wherever she went, and it was clearly the same gryphon. She was never found in different places at the same time, and her schedule seemed to go in loops. Every month, she'd pass by three different locations, staying near each tribe for two days before moving on and disappearing, only to hit four other locations the next month on the western hills.

After investigating the patterns, the details of the legend, and the data surrounding her visits, Spinton came to one verypalpable theory: This gryphon was in heat!

A gryphon's cycle lasted about one month at a time, and they would remain in heat or in season for 6-8 days, which perfectly aligned with the six days she remained along the east coast and the eight days she would visit the western hills. Of course, he planned on beating her there and getting answers. There were options, and he was going to exhaust every one until he got answers.

Because his curiosity was strong. He demanded knowledge, and he was willing to put himself in harm's way to get those answers. Yes, harm. Because everything felt more heroic when convincing yourself that you're in harm's way. His reason to justify this heroic proclamation was that, as a goddess, this gryphon could do harm to him or even remove her blessings from his tribe should he upset her.

It was a risk he was willing to take.

A full day before her scheduled appearance atop overlook falls, Spinton escaped in the night to fly to her imminent location. The moon was high and the skies were clear for him - a beautiful night to enjoy some espionage.

Making his way to Overlook Falls took practically no time at all, once he'd struggled to stay afloat in the cool night air. Flying at night was always challenging due to the lack of thermals and the fact that Spinton's village was in a low point where the air was thick and heavy most of the time; had his village been atop a cliff or something, hopping off to catch the wind beneath his feathers would be easy. Luckily, most were asleep so his feverent flapping did little to alert or wake others.

Less than an hour later, he was at the rocky outcropping where this mystery gryphon had been seen every other month for the past few years. He had to be careful to fly high, as the falls released a wall of mist and fog that could dampen his feathers and hurt his ability to keep in the skies.

He angled his body down, tweaking his wing tips to lean into a descent onto the rocks, landing like he was striking a meal. His momentum and the slickness of the rocks threw him into a tree, which he managed to avoid by digging his claws into the rock and moss with a high shrill scree.

"Whew, that could have sucked." he muttered to himself as he regained his composure, ruffled his feathers, and folded his wings upon his back. He padded about in a circle to survey the lay of the land and decide where he'd camp until the gryphoness arrived. There were some low hanging ferns, but those could be seen through with ease, especially from the perch atop the cliff. There was something of a den underneath a particularly large tree, but the opening looked too tight for him to fit comfortably in. Gryphons were typically not into the idea of being trapped in a small area, and he didn't really want to fool around in a den that wasn't his. There may be some centipedes or bugs to much while he waited, but it wasn't worth the claustrophobia.

He'd just about settled on a nice spot behind a mound and covered by a fern when a shadow passed over him: a brisk flash in the side of his vision as something flew across the moon's gaze. He looked up and saw that it was a gryphoness, white in color and massive in stature. It was the goddess!

Spinton tried not to panic as he went over his numbers and calculations in his head. This was not the day she was to arrive! He had another twenty hours, she wasn't due until this time tomorrow! Regardless, she appeared to be here, so he settled down tight and pressed his belly to the dirt on the mound, watching intently as the gryphoness flew in circles above him. She swept around the jungle in wide arcs, slowly descending with each full trip around before eventually angling her wings to land on the rock cliff as Spinton had. As she got closer, he noticed that she was actually quite small - perhaps the size of a yearling and no more. She didn't slip like he did. Instead, she fluttered down onto the rocks and landed with the grace that was to be expected of a goddess. She folded her wings, spun in a circle, and laid down on the rock with the stream gurgling along beside her as she stared out over the forest below her.

He tried to stay as still as he could, not wanting to startle her. Part of him held onto a healthy skepticism that this was even the goddess he was expecting due to her broken schedule and the fact that she was just so incredibly small. But no, this had to be her or at least the most convincing imitator in the world. She had black strips lining her rump, feathers trailing her spine to the end of her striped tail that ended in a glorious tuft, and the same black, white, and gray feathers on her wings. Everything looked right, just smaller than he was expecting.

Many thoughts surged through the gryphon's mind as his heart raced. The whole purpose of him coming a day early was to ensure she didn't know he was here, so he could later proposition her for a hearty conversation and demand - nay, request - answers explaining her presence here. As it turned out, he didn't need to wait, she was here already, just staring out over the edge of the cliff with the stream bubbling about beside her and crashing over the side of the cliff. Her tail was flicking ever so gently and she was gently preening her feathers in between lengthy stretches of her simply staring out over the cliff.

She didn't appear to be doing anything in particular, so Spinton crept forth from underneath the fern that was hiding most of his form, careful to not rustle but a single leaf as he exposed himself. He still didn't know what to say or how to break the ice, so he stood still and silent as she swayed her tail in front of him. His eyes weren't as good at night as they were in the day, but he could still see the glistening flesh of her lips winking in between every other wave of her tail. He was on the verge of remaining comfortable just enjoying the view when she shocked him with acknowledgement.

"I was wondering when you'd come out from that silly hiding spot, my dear." She cooed at him, looking over her shoulder as she did so, tail gently pushed to the side to expose her plot. Her eyes were a gentle, deep blue and the sliver of exposed flesh under her tail was a bright cherry pink - a delicious combination of flavors.

Spinton choked up a bit as he tried to respond in kind, but no words came out; instead, he released a guttural choking sound as he stumbled over his words. His cheeks grew red with embarrassment as he slunk down, deliberately trying to look demure and nonthreatening.

"Oh don't be so shy, dear. There's no need to be coy, just loosen up and talk to me." Her voice was deep and assuring, instilling a sort of motherly care in the drake. She stood up straight - tail still pulled to the side to show her tiny little slit - before turning around to face him. Her features were soft, kind, and had a hint of need in them. She stared at him before speaking up again. "Well, Spinton, tell me what you want."

She knew his name? How was that possible? His eyes went wide as he cocked his head to the side. "H-how did you know my name?" his beak chattered nervously as he slunk back again, rump pressed against the mound of dirt he'd been hiding behind.

The tiny gryphoness stepped forward as he stepped back, looking directly up at him. "That doesn't matter, drake. What matters is why you're here. Tell me, Spinton, why are you here and what do you want from me?" Her words were direct and curt, yet her tone was soft and inquisitive, so Spinton didn't feel nearly as defensive as he likely should have.

"I was just, you know, curious. I wanted to know."

"Know what?" She interrupted with a smile on her beak as she pressed up against his breast.

He blushed and clamped shut, not sure how to respond to that.

"Don't be coy, Drake. What did you want to know? I promise I'll be honessst with you." She let out a gentle, encouraging hiss; it was the same kind of hiss that a hen in season slurs as she begged for a rutting.

A fire lit in Spinton's mind as he put the pieces of the puzzle together and presumed his theory correct. "Well, M'lady, I was just here to ask why you were here. Why come to Arrenthen? Is it you blessing the land with bountiful food and happiness? Why would you-" he stopped mid-sentence and shook his head gently, berating himself internally for not letting her answer before carrying on. "I mean, just that first one."

She cooed at him again and nuzzled his chest, preening her way up his breast to nip at his neck. "Oh Spinton, I think you know why. You've been watching me for months now, haven't you?"

Spinton melted a bit as he felt her beak preening him, nuzzling and purring into his chest. He was still a touch defensive, but he felt a bit more comfortable answering the truth, even if she seemed to know a lot more about him that he was comfortable with her knowing. "I have, yes. How did you know?"

"I just know things, my dear follower. You can't expect a gryphon-mare such as myself to not know these things, can you?" She continued to purr into his chest, nibbling at his feathers and pressing more and more of her form up against his leg.

He tried to remain stoic, but as she pushed into him he could smell the sweet aroma wafting up from under her tail. She was very clearly in heat, but he didn't wish to risk their rapport with a proposition of sex. "I s-suppose so, m'lady. But how did you know my name? And why are you here? My goal was to find that answer, and I intend to f-find out!" it was very hard for him to keep his composure with her rubbing against him like a feral cat, rubbing her cheeks, wings, body, and even the side of her rump against his fore-talon.

Keeping up with her affectionate cat routine, she pressed her rump against his front leg with her tail raised and to the side, sliding her lips along his hard avian skin before stepping away to give him a look at the juicy and engorged flesh between her cheeks. "Oh Spinton, what does that matter? My name is Ceylon, do you know who Ceylon is? If so, then you know why I know what I do." She gave her tail another flick as she stepped away from him, closing up the gap between her rump cheeks to protect her vulva.

Spinton gasped ever so gently as his view was obscured, a little disappointed he couldn't continue to glance at that delicious and juicy looking slit of hers. He was barely paying attention to what she was actually saying since he was too busy trying to get a brief glance under her tail. He leaned forward to nuzzle at her rump, but she turned around and interrupted his chain of thought.

"So you do know, then? Good. I don't have to explain." She grinned devilishly at him, not caring if he actually knew why she knew what she did. "But I think I do need to explain a thing or two to you, since you don't seem to understand all of my intentions here." She pushed up into him, imposing her slight frame against his chest in an attempt to look dominant and powerful. "So tell me, do you wish to know exactly why I am here and what I am doing in this beautiful country?"

Snapping out of his semi-trance-like state, Spinton shook his head as the offer of information flipped a switch in his mind. "Yes yes. Indeed, m'lady. I would love to know what it is that brings you to my region; more precisely, I want to know why your schedule appears to line up with your heat cycles." he offered a slight bow as he flared out his wings - a proper act of respect.

She huffed and chuckled a bit. "No need to be formal, my dear. I do not demand such reveries from anyone, gryphon or otherwise. My reasons are quite simple: I love to help people. I love to help all people of the world as best I can, as often as I can; to achieve that, I fly from nation to nation, village to village, bestowing what magic and blessings I can."

"But why here? Why ironically when in heat? Is it in fact your heat cycles that dictate your route?" Spinton blurted out, then immediately covered his beak with his wing shoulders in an informal apology.

Ceylon pushed his wings apart, sitting on her haunches as she cooed at him with a smile. "Oh darlin', no need to be so shy. I told you, I demand no reverence." She leaned back on her haunches, front talons folded up across her chest. "This is a very gryphon-rich area of Dalon. There are many, many gryphon tribes in Arrenthen, so I come back once a month, hoping and wishing for some brave, inquisitive drake to seek me out and help me with the urges that come along about that often."

Spinton blinked and stared at her, ear tuft flicking as he comprehended just what she told him. "So you want someone like me to-"

"I may have transcended the ravages of time and mortality, but I'm still a gryphoness. I have needs, same as any other hen, mare, or brood-mother. Regardless of my experiences as a globetrotting goddess, there's nothing quite like a proper tie with a stud of a gryphon drake, you sssee." She trilled as she leaned into him, rubbing her side and wing against his front leg, cooing and purring as she did so and finishing up by lifting her tail to show Spinton her glistening folds. She winked; not her eye, but her vulva, squirting a creamy shot of her juices on the mossy rock between Spinton's talons.

The drake's heat raced as his nethers stirred, masculinity throbbing in his tight sheathe. The invitation was as clear as could be, but this was Ceylon! A goddess revered by gryphons and all others world wide! He was honored to be invited to such a sacred temple, but a hint of worry flooded his mind. He could feel the cool air tickling at his cock tip as it forced itself free of its confines, but he still felt like maybe he shouldn't take advantage. His nares caught the scent of her sweetness in the air, the thick cloud of pheromones practically forming a fog around the two of them to mix with the emerging bitter scent of his musk.

"What's the matter, drake? Scared to accept an invitation? It's not going to get much clearer than that!" She swayed her rump at him, pressing her chest to the ground and holding her tail up high. She certainly wasn't lying, there couldn't possibly have been a more direct invitation.

He stuttered a bit before laying his talon on her rump, leaning into her to nuzzle under her tail and sample her flavors, lapping between her folds as he was greeted with a vulval wink. Her flesh clamped tight around his tongue, almost pushing it out with the wink and that's when he realized that he just couldn't do it. She was so tight and small that even his tongue could barely contend with her muscular contractions, imagine what his cock could do! He couldn't destroy this petite goddess. What would people say?!

With great reluctance, Spinton pulled away, licked his beak, and shook his head. "I'm sorry m'lady, I just can't do it. You're too small, and while I'm no horse, I fear I'd hurt you."

Ceylon looked over her shoulder at the drake with a fierce gaze. "Listen here, Gryph! You know who I am and what I do, do you really think for a moment I'd offer myself to you if I couldn't handle it?" She spun around and lunged at him, knocking him onto his back; she was far stronger and even heavier than she looked! She licked her beak as she crawled backwards over his body, rubbing her belly fur over his sheathe to tickle at it and the bit of flesh that poked out its tip.

A gentle gasp escaped Spinton's beak as he felt her fur catching on his barbed tip. His muscles tensed to splay out the feline barbs to prod and tug on her fluff with the gentlest of snags. It felt great to him, having her silken strands sliding between barb and flesh, a heavenly sensation that made him gasp with a chatter of his beak. His eyes crossed and his beak curled into a smile as her purr rumbled at his sheathe, until her tongue snaked out and wrapped itself around him to yank his member fully from its confines.

She looked up at him with her maw open, long, thin tongue coiling around the barbed tip of her chosen drake, the tip slipping in between his length and the flesh of his sheathe. A deep rumble thundered from her breast to tickle at his twin seeds, her feathers and his fur mixing to share warmth. She was careful to not lay her breast down too heavily for fear of hurting him, so she focused mostly on gaping her beak open and sliding his cock down her throat. She gave a gentle squeeze with her beak, the gums lining her maw applying just the right pressure on his length as his barbs caught on her tongue sheathe. She smiled and closed her eyes, purr intensifying as she tasted his welcome fluid slide down his throat.

"C-Ceylon, why are you...don't you want me to...?" Spinton tried to formulate some thoughts, curious as to why she was licking and suckling on him, but her beak was too talented for him to worry too much. A wave of certainty washed over him as she glanced up with her Sky-blue eyes. He knew right then and there that she was saving that for at least a short while. The sensation of sureness conjured an image of the two of them tied together, cuddling atop the waterfall with Spintons knot throbbing inside her, the faintest of bulges seen in the goddess' lower belly. The fantasy engorged the many bulbs on his member, making it swell within his sheathe enough to make the tight, stretched sensation a little painful.

He squirmed and shifted on his back, trying to keep his knot from inflating to full mast, but was met by Ceylon's assuring gaze.

"Now now, Spinton. Don't get too over eager. If you desire me, just say so!" She informed him, licking her beak of the fluids that had moistened it. Spinton may not have deposited seed in her yet, but his fluids were slick, thick, and viscous, and his cock and sheathe were secreting tonnes of it, mucking up her beak, teeth, and gums. The juicy, glistening mess in the goddess' beak just made her more aroused, the taste sending tingles down her arched spine, ending in a tense wink of her vulva and a squirt of her fluids.

Spinton raised his beak to the air, catching the slightest of scents of the combination musk and estrus fluid. He'd been trying to keep his knot from inflating to its maximum, but the mix of his and her aromas stuck thickly on the walls of his nares and went directly between his hind legs, the tensely inflated knot growing so large and firm it was a little uncomfortable.

Ceylon could sense his misfortune, so she gave one final lick to the tip and pressed her talons against either side of his sheathe, pulling the skin back as she focused her magic on him to ease his pain.

He wasn't entirely surprised at the results, but a few seconds later his sheathe slid over every one of his knot's bulbs in a juicy pop, a bit of his lubricating fluids popping off the side of his shaft to splat on the side of Ceylon's eye. Spinton's eyes went wide as he stared in horror at the tiny glistening drop of his lubrication quivering against the black feathers near her eye by her beak. "I-i'm sorry!" He apologized, leaning forward to help rub it off.

She smiled and pulled away, rubbing her scaled fore-talon against it, smearing it into her facial feathers. "It's no big deal. I can handle a bit of drake on me almost as well as I can take it in me. So calm down a bit and stop being so shy. It's like it's your first time, or something!" Her purr continued, reverberating through her body as she crawled over his form, rubbing the underside of his member against her belly to leave a silken stream of lubrication all over her chest feathers and belly fur. "See? I like getting messy. It's half the fun!"

Spinton slowly nodded and held his paws up on his chest, wings slightly spread so he didn't roll over with her in his belly. His beak was clamped shut, worried he'd say or do something to upset the goddess that was practically dancing over him, rubbing her chest against his sheathe and smearing his fluids all over her. It was a dream - a long standing fantasy he never thought he'd live - but it wasn't ethereal, it was actually happening!

"Oh, this is real, darling. And don't look so surprised, of course I know what you're thinking. Centuries of life and love in this world didn't leave me completely unable to read the intentions of others. No. I can tell what you think, I know what you want, and I think it's time to give you what you want." She cooed at him, licking his beak as she rubbed her moist, meaty lips against his shaft. She could feel his barbs plucking at her folds and catching on the silken inner cherry flesh. HE didn't slip into her, but that was fine, she was clearly enjoying his relatively massive girth sliding up and down between her lips. Before Spinton could react or even thrust into her, she hopped off him and spun around, lifting her tail high as the tip wrapped around his member, bending it between his legs to am at her opening; It was a little uncomfortable due to the fact he wasn't expecting it, but it was a common angle for knotting, so it wasn't all bad.

She leaned back onto his member, forcing its tip between her fleshy lips. The sensation of his barbs slipping into her and splaying out with his throbbing heartbeat tickled a wink out of her, the muscle contraction clamping down enough to force him back out of her.

Spinton gasped as her lips pursed shut, forcing him out to let his member slap in a wet mess against his belly. Once he'd regained his composure from the surprise, he rolled to his feet and hopped over to her, resting a paw on her hip, cock and heavy knot bobbing between his hind legs, drooling thick strands of precum on the slick, mossy rock surface that he'd been laying on. He didn't cordially ask permission or prepare the tiny goddess, he just leapt onto her hind end and rest both his paws on her lower back as he shuffled forth. The drake was pleased to see she could handle his weight without issue, so he arched his back, raised his tail, and pressed his barbed tip against the crevasse between her rump cheeks. His knot had partially deflated, a natural reaction to this position that had evolved and prepared itself through the ages. All gryphons knew that if you tried to go in fully engorged, there'd be no way you tie, and certainly no eggs.

She looked over her shoulder with a soft smile and pushed back. The muscles in her lower back tensed to pry her tail upwards as far as it would go while he pressed into her, her moist, slick lips sliding over the end of his member. The diminutive Goddess gryphon nodded slowly and leaned into him, beak agape in a pleasured gasp as his girth split her wide.

Her chosen drake's feathers ruffled as he seemed to inflate with pride, his tail twitching and back arching up to press his hips against hers. He growled a dominant snarl as her silken passage slipped over his member, velvet lips pressing against the partially inflated knot of his. He gave a powerful hip thrust to push the top bulbs against her flesh, a pressure that gently spread her but not enough for her pussy to swallow all of him.

"Gooood! Yessss!" She held her head down against the rock and pushed against him, her body rumbling in pleasure as a coo escaped her beak. She wanted him, and she was trying her best to not let pleasure overcome her - the vaginal spasms would force his length out of her and she needed to relax to let his immense girth in.

Spinton's mind was starting to cloud over in lustful desire. His deeper primal mind didn't revere this half-sized gryphon as the goddess she was, but a lustful object to sate his needs. His throbbing heart pumped blood through his member, each pulsation splaying out his barbs inside her to catch on her flesh as he pulled out far enough to tickle her lips but not so that her sex closed fully in its wake. As soon as he felt the cool morning air tickling his glistening shaft, he grunted and let out a loud shriek, forcing it in as deep as it would go. The pressure popped it into her sex, her fleshy lips closing around the base of it as his barbed tip pierced her womb.

A loud shriek echoed out over the forest as Ceylon cried out in pain, eyes clamped shut and tail lowered around the side of his cock, a natural reaction to stop an aggressive drake from pounding too hard. Her muscles tensed and her lips folded out, squeezing at the base of her chosen gryphon's rapidly inflating and already stiff knot, holding it in place.

The male may have been a little aggressive as her drake, but he knew when not to pull, tug, thrust, or yank at her. He wanted his bulge to remain incumbent in his hen, so he let out a hot breath and bit at her neck, holding her in place as he lowered his weight on her hips, forcing her to the ground with his hind paws spread wide on either side of her flank. He mumbled something incoherent into her neck as her wings pressed up against his belly, but he didn't move or change, he only focused on the sensation of her snug walls clamped down on him, smothering his every inch and tickling at his barbed tip with each throb.

She happily squatted down, feeling his weight on her lower back, the pressure of his bulge making her belly fur a little uncomfortable as he forced her to the ground, her skin and lips rubbing against the moss of the rock. She wiggled her hips back and forth to feel his bulbous mass shift and throb inside her, the firm knot filling her like a gravid hen as he pumped burst after burst of seed into her.

Both seemed content with Spinton's beak clamped down on her neck, and her sex smothering his knot, keeping them tied in a proper mating. She would, of course, be gravid with egg soon, and she could think of no better way to have it than with such a wonderful, inquisitive drake.

But She was still a goddess, a tricky one with centuries of life behind her and a slowly developed prankster nature in her. Had Spinton read the texts in detail, he'd have known that she had a history of luring drakes to her with promises of mating only to change their lives forever. She wasn't the kind to harm or damage or even irreversibly change someone, but she liked playing pranks. Once, she took on one of her closest friends and stole his wings from him and turned him female for a week. The resulting encounters that once green winged dragon enjoyed were enough to make her do it a second time!

But this was different. She wanted that knot in her without a devious need in her mind. Well, at least at first. As the encounter slowly bled into the morning sun, his creamy ivory fluid seeping out of her ebony opening, a playful idea crept up in the back of her mind and took hold in her desires.

At first, it wasn't very clear what was happening. The first thing Spinton noticed was that her flesh seemed to be throbbing and inflating around him, holding him more snug within her as her lips seemed to kiss at his sheathe. He could feel a gentle grinding in her lower back, but he dismissed that as her shifting and cracking herself to get comfortable.

It wasn't for another couple minutes that he realized something was happening. Her hips were widening, her tail growing longer, and the flesh of her sex seemed to be growing around him and slurping at his knot with a sloppy suck. She clenched her walls tight one more time and his cock slipped out of her, almost sideways!

He backed up and slunk down as her form bulged, legs bent, wings spread, and tail grew to the point she was easily twice his size! Three times! Even bigger! She never once looked back at him or acknowledged her shift in form, she just swung her tail once her proportions returned to normal, her feathers wafting the scent at Spinton as he got a good look at the glisten of the morning sunlight reflecting off her now massive sex. The ebon walls were parting ever so gently to expose a slit of bright pink at him, her flesh drooling fluids all over the rock to meet with the waterfall and splash over the cliff.

She let out a coo as she shifted her hind legs, angling her hips up with tail raised, lifting her massive pussy up off the ground so it was just above Spinton's beak. Her sex was hot. Not just arousing, but physically hot enough that it was emanating a gentle mist that seemed targeted directly at Spinton.

"Oh my...I just, don't mind if I do...." he purred idly as he got to all fours, cock still throbbing and swaying between his hind legs. He gave those massive ebony lips a long, loving lick to taste her fluids from winking clit to pert rump. As he moved his head, arching his neck to spread his tongue from bottom to top, the crest of his beak slipped in between her folds to part her ever so gently, gaping her sex enough to warm the air in front of him, so when he pulled back her walls closed and blew the thickly scented air into his beak, giving him both a smell and taste of her.

He hopped back, shaking his head as the overwhelming estrus scent wrapped its velvety talons around him, drawing him in. He closed his eyes and nuzzled at her rump, licking, nipping, and sucking on her lips, cheeks, and clit, respectively. The gentle purr of the now-massive goddess reverberated through her body and into the rocks and into Spinton, further arousing him.

She was enjoying the sensation of her worshipper licking and preening her rump-end as she wagged her hips back and forth in gentle, slow swings. This was pleasant, of course, but she really needed to spring her trap, and it seemed that Spinton was in a prime spot to smother him in her confines.

The massive gryphoness goddess spread her legs, raised her tail, and winked her clit with a massive squirt of fluids to absolutely soak the drake, the heavy scent stopping him in shock. Before he could respond, she looked over her shoulder to aim, clenched her muscles, and sat right on his head!

Spinton struggled, but only a little as her tensed-shut muscles pressed down on his head, smothering him from beak to neck. He was a little amazed that her flesh slid over him as well as it did, but it seemed to go even faster and swallow more of him once she relaxed, letting her walls expand and practically suck him inside. The pressure of her sitting on him with a clamped shut sex but tonnes of lube was almost enough to slide over his form, once the pressure mixed with a lack of pressure inside, he practically disappeared in one quick motion.

Her lips slid over his head, he twisted once her rump sat on his shoulders as he flattened his wings against his back to ensure she didn't bend them the wrong way, and with that the Drake was no more.

Ceylon sat on her rock, giggling with delight as the little drake struggled in her pussy. Only his legs and tail were sticking out of her massive, meaty lips as she wiggled on top of him, clit winking to clamp down around his belly. Her tail flicked idly as she smiled, eyes lighting up to watch the sun climb its way to the morning sky, chasing the darkness.

Once he stopped struggling, she laid on her side and loosened her grip on him, opting to let him either claw his way in deeper or pull out. Based on his eagerness from before, she had a hard time believing he'd slip out even though she was giving him plenty of incentive, her massive lips spread around his midsection.

Spinton was absolutely confused. He wasn't feeling unpleasant, but everything was black and all he could hear was the steady thud of a heart and a gurgle of a stomach nearby, with the light accented sloshing of the fluids that smothered him and filled in the gaps between his softness and her tender flesh. HE didn't move, because every time he shifted within her, he could feel the muscles tense up and squeeze his torso. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but it was rather tight once she clamped down on him, tight enough that he wouldn't be able to inhale the fluid that seemed to actively force its way into his lungs.

As the sweet fluid filled his chest and began to take over his mind, he got a crazy idea. If she was tiny and could handle his barbs without catching or bleeding, there would be no reason his talons would do any damage to her clearly durable yet malleable flesh!

He reached upwards inside her, arms sloshing about against her wrinkled inner flesh to press against his chest and her G-spot, the sensation urging yet another tensing vaginal clench to squeeze his midsection. Rather than let it control him or hold him in place, he lifted one of his hind legs to press against the lips that were wrapped around his hips, digging his claw into the inside of her vulval passage.

Rather than cry out in pain, Ceylon tensed her back and twisted her body in pleasure, tail curling up tight between her cheeks and Spinton's to push him deeper. Her beak chattered as she arched her neck, actively denying her body's need to tense up in orgasm. The claws felt wonderful despite their sharpness, so she bent one of her hind legs up and dug her heel into Spinton's thigh, slipping into her massive folds a little deeper.

The drake felt his form shift inside as his leg slipped into her sex alongside the rest of him. With only one leg and his tail poking out from her ebony opening, he squirmed and tried his best to purr with the fluid gumming up his throat and lungs, but it didn't work. The squirming and kicking inside did, however, and he instantly felt her muscles contract against his rump, slickly forcing his other leg to join him in her womb. Only his tail tip remained outside her warm, slick confines, so he flicked it gently. The furred tip must have tickled her clit just right, because she clamped down one last time, the muscles closing around his rump to make him curl up in a ball in her depths.

He could feel her body move around him, gravity shifting and warmth enveloping his tail. Though he could sense the shift in weight around him, he couldn't tell which way was up. The soft flesh enveloped him from all angles and kept him balled up tight in the egg-formation, so the pressure was the same on all sides no matter where he was. He was trying to decipher his orientation as he felt himself getting sleepy, the rhythmic beating of a nearby heart the clock that eased him into a euphoric, hot slumber.

"Foolish drake." Ceylon muttered to herself as she spread her wings wide over the falls, belly heavy with Spinton's egg-shaped form. She shuddered in delight as she stretched one of her legs out back far, a few dribbles of remaining slickness splattering on the rock behind her. She gave a spry grin at the mess they'd made before hopping off the cliff and flying off into the morning sun.

Soon, she'd be heavy with egg, and when he enjoyed his rebirth, he'd be given the shock of his lifetime. Oh yes. What a shock he was in for.

...To Be Continued at your Discretion...