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The following series is a Sequel to Punished by the Gryphons

_ Table of contents: _ Part 1 (You are here) ---> Part 2

Y ou do NOT need to read the prequel in order to follow the feisty events happening in this work. Why do I say this, you might wonder? Well, if you were one of the curious folks that took a look at the link provided above, the prequel to this series is not exactly kind on our protagonist. Makaidos goes through quite the rough treatment at the claws of his gryphon companion, Rayik. After a gruesome trial, he is left in the caring talons of Trys, a kind female that is quite intrigued by a dragon's anatomy.

This chapter features a moment of tranquility and arousal for our dragon. Waking up alone with scented herbs on him and a gryphon's touch prodding everywhere, Makaidos soon finds out that a female's allure is not that easy to resist. To make matters worse, Trys is more than thorough in her inspection, leaving not a single part of a male's anatomy untouched...

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"I should have taken him while he was awake," Rayik complained as he walked between his two friends. Each gryphon had a harness strapped around their chest, dragging the heavy dragon trailing behind on a makeshift sled. The lumbering piece of wood scraped along the ground with a hoarse sound that was most irritating to a gryphon's sensitive ears.

Sharyik looked behind. He was always the tamest of the group, concerning over the most redundant affairs.

"Are you worried?" Rayik asked.

"No. Just curious about the lasting damage," the gryphon lifted a forepaw and waved it over the dragon's bleeding wounds. "I think we went a bit too far with the punishment."

"He's a dragon," Skreek the blue flapped a wing. "Every part of them is as tough as their scales."

"Didn't feel that way when I slammed his balls to mush."

Rayik stopped them both. "Skreek is right. Stop being such a fledgling, Sharyik. Dragons are not meant to be gentle. If you ever saw a fight between them, you'd know."

"Don't know if I want to," the black gryphon looked away, putting an end to the short conversation.

Rayik sighed and kept his stare on the hollow ahead. It had an arched opening with runes scribbled above. Rayik never knew why his race labeled everything. Every gryphon knew the aviary as well as their feathers.

"I can take it from here," Rayik stopped.

"Alone?"

"He's far too heavy, Rayik."

Rayik flared his wings. "Your concerns are justified, unjust as they are. Fly away. There are better things for you to do than dragging bleeding dragons."

The two gryphons shook free of their harness and bowed their heads. They leaped into the air, screeching their farewells. Rayik pressed his beak shut and pushed forward, just as he promised.

He soon found that a full grown dragon was a little harder to drag than a gryphon. The strain became unbearable, chaffing his shoulders with whipping stings of pain. His muscles burned, and no matter how hard he shoved, the sled refused to budge.

"You are such a heavy bastard," Rayik turned around and trailed a claw along the dragon's neck. He always liked his dark scales. They sparkled like gemstones in the sun. So polished. So resilient unlike his balls. Rayik cupped the sack between his talons, gentle enough to avoid provoking further injuries. The cuts still oozed their essence, same as every rupture along the dragon's abused flanks.

"Maybe we did go a bit too hard on you," Rayik took a few steps back to look at the dragon's lacerated flanks. "Hope your scales grow back, dragon. Would be a shame to leave your flanks naked."

A screech came from the hollow's entrance. Rayik turned his head around. Trys approached with wide leaps, tucking her wings at her sides as she skidded to a stop.

"So much blood! What have you done to him?"

"Tested his resilience," Rayik said simply. "And by the looks of it, he held himself quite well."

"You are reckless," Trys strapped one of the harnesses around her chest and pulled, claws raking along the ground. "Stop staring and help me, you bastard!"

Rayik shook his head off her scent and put his strength into it. Dragging a dragon was no easy feat for two gryphons, but they managed to bring Makaidos all the way inside. Trys shuffled through her herbs, returning with three poultices inside her beak and a jar held inside a front paw.

"Tell me everything that happened to him."

"Since the trial, or..." Rayik began, shrinking under the sharpness of her gaze.

"What have you done to him?" Trys approached.

"I put him into place," the male ruffled his feathers as he took a step back. "He always growled this way and that, refusing to make the sensible choice. I had no options but to restrain his temper."

"And how did you go about that, Rayik?" Trys pressed.

"The only way I could!" he placed a paw onto the dragon's exposed balls. "I hit him in the only spot it hurt."

Trys shoved him off and crouched, blinking as she inspected the damage. "These cuts are fresh."

"I only hit him with the blunt part of my paw. The blood you see oozed during the trial, when I and my companions used our tools to discipline him."

"Discipline?" Trys clacked her beak and waved around the ruptured scales. "You call this discipline?"

"Draconic discipline," Rayik corrected. "There is nothing to worry about. He's just taking a little rest to recover from the wounds."

Rayik was pushed back by her wing shove. He managed to irritate her well. Trys never retaliated without a reason, and now she was royally pissed. She went over the wounds, sniffing and tasting the blood before she pressed the side of her head against the dragon's chest, listening to his breathing.

"Deep sleep," she looked back at Rayik. "Either he is under the effects of a sleeping salve, or you are lying. Which one is it, Rayik?"

The male settled on his haunches. It was difficult to spill out the truth. Trys became scary when she got all serious. Rayik scratched between the scales of a forepaw, trying to distract himself. That didn't last long at all. Trys nipped his ear with a vengeful chirp.

Rayik screeched, flapping his wings twice.

Trys didn't budge. She got hold of half of his ear and pressed into the soft meat.

"Truth. Truth!" Rayik kicked her away.

Her grip faltered. "I'm listening."

"He passed out right after the trial. Could be the wounds. Could be the blood he spilled. You know these things better than I."

"Maybe I do," Trys resumed her inspecting duties, looking with a critical eye over the dragon's limp form. "Shock. That is the only answer. What exactly have you done to him?"

Rayik went over the whole trial. He told her how his companions slammed his balls until they bled and ruptured his scales with the heavy bite of a spiked mace. Rayik had the softer task. He mentioned how harsh Makaidos roared when a dry metal rod pierced his tailhole, and how excited he became when the same hole got stuffed by two gryphon cocks. Rayik insisted on the lengthy ejaculation. He never saw a dragon cumming so hard as Makaidos did during his peak. His balls milked themselves of every drop they held within their abused confines.

"That is sickening," Trys unlatched her poultices with the tips of her claws. "I can't believe you put a living being through such an ordeal."

"He liked it," Rayik defended himself. "You don't know this dragon as well as I, Trys. Pain is his ally. He thrives on it. I should tell you how quick he spilled when I squished his sack between my talons."

"I don't care," she clacked sternly. "You either help me wash off the blood and mend him, or you stay out of my way."

Rayik chose the obvious. He got a strap of cloth from a corner, bathed it in DeepShell sap, and washed the embalmed cloth along his wounds. The blood quickly gave way to fragmented scales and irritated flesh. Trys sprinkled her herbs over the wounds, then covered them with a thick paste of crushed Embari seeds. She coated his balls and the length of his draconic slit, stopping only when every trace of blood has been completely wiped out.

"That should do it," she settled on the ground with a soft sigh. "I can only hope this is enough."

Rayik approached tentatively. He didn't know whether to join her until the female lifted a wing and pointed under it. He snuggled happily against her side, chirping his gratitude and rubbing softly under her beak.

Trys cooed happily. "Take better care next time, Rayik."

"I will," he inhaled her scent. "I promise."

"Words," she turned her head away. "You hold a lot of these lately."

"I mean these words, Trys." Rayik pressed on.

"Do you?" she placed her forepaws upon his and approached until their beaks touched. "That dragon can lose his ability to reproduce. How will your promise soothe him then?"

"He's..." Rayik took a deep breath, suddenly uncertain of what to say.

"He's your friend. Or a companion at least. You should understand how precious fertility is, given that you are both males."

"He's stronger than you realize, Trys."

"We'll see about that," the gryphess sheltered her head under a wing. "If his seed is bloody or unnaturally thin, I will punish you for your lack of foresight."

"Do as you see fit," Rayik dropped upon his crossed paws. He looked upon Makaidos' sleeping form. Dragons were strong. They had to be. Or at least that's what he wanted to believe. Rayik closed his eyes. He hoped rest would alleviate the discomfort he felt. He sent his friends away, irritated Trys, and now felt regretful for all of that. The whole day rushed through his mind. Every choice, every word, and every mistake. What if Trys was right? What if Makaidos lost his ability to breed?

Rayik found the guilt and regret too bothersome to keep locked inside. He gently crawled out of the hollow and spread his wings, flying wherever his wings decided to take him.

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Makaidos slowly became aware of the throbbing pain surging beneath his slit. It was dull and annoying, like a dry cock raking against his sensitive flesh. His balls were a bit worse. Hundreds of invisible fangs encroached upon them, sinking their fiery fangs inside his unprotected sack. Makaidos tried to shift, only to growl as the shifting weight of his muscles rubbed the walls of his tailhole together. That kind of pain was the worst, too oppressive and thick to ignore.

Makaidos embraced it instead. He couldn't make it disappear, no matter how hard he focused. His inborn resilience took part of the sting away just enough to allow his senses to drift into nothingness.

He fell asleep again. Makaidos didn't know for how long. The dreams he had were hazy, just like his surroundings. The dragon took a sharp breath through his flaring nostrils and blinked his eyes open. The scent of herbs and smoldering incense has been enticing him for a while. He saw chopped blocks of stone and wood, and on them various potions and tools. The gryphons were gone, same as the fetters that bound his paws.

That meant only one thing. He was back in the hollow, and by the sound of it he wasn't alone.

"Take it easy," a soft voice chirped in his ear.

It was Trys. The sapphire gryphoness had her eyes half closed as she gently rubbed against the dragon's scaly neck. She enjoyed the rough massage against her soft feathers, but most of all she enjoyed the warmth. She huddled closer, a soft coo escaping her parted beak. Makaidos lifted his wing to accommodate her, yet the pain prevented any sharp movements. The reminder of Rayik's punishment was equally vivid upon his flesh as it was inside his mind. Makaidos would have inspected himself if he didn't have a cuddly gryphon snuggling into him.

Makaidos had no choice but to play her game. He nuzzled under her tough beak, allowing his tongue to slide down her feathery neck. A soft shiver coursed through Trys, inflating her pristine feathers along with her obvious delight.

"Lower," she said softly, beak gently nibbling at one of his ears.

Makaidos descended along her chest, leaving her feathers wet and shiny with draconic saliva. "Why are you here, Trys?"

"To take care of you," the gryphoness pushed into the warm licks.

"I think I'm the one doing that."

"For now. Once you get up, I will put you through a rigorous inspection."

Makaidos growled when her beak found its way under his jaw. He pushed the pesky bird away, only to earn more prods along his snout. Trys poked with her short tongue at his pebble sized scales, tasting them until she reached a flaring nostril. That tickled a lot more than he imagined. Makaidos dug his head under a paw and sneezed. Dust rose all around them, leaving only the wet droplets of his mucus behind.

"You are more sensitive than I thought," Trys said proudly.

"I'll show you sensitive," Makaidos turned his neck around and dug his nose into her chest fluff.

Trys squeaked with joy. Her front paws grabbed around his horned head, doing little to stop the frenzied strokes of a hungry tongue. She was warm, fluffy, and ripe for the taking. Makaidos nibbled hard and rubbed even harder. Laughter made his opponent weak and careless. Trys' spotted feline paws kicked back in an attempt to shove the pesky snout away. Her claws were harmless, barely reaching between a dragon's tough scales. Makaidos pushed right through her offense and slid his tongue along her well toned belly. Trys was a hunter, lithe and frail as she seemed. Her toned muscles hardened under his touch, acquiring the strength of stone. Her flanks were even tougher. Makaidos prodded and licked them in turns, sending Trys into a shrilling feat.

Makaidos ignored her cries of delight and her desperate kicking. A fragrance took hold of his senses, humid and intense just like the wet folds squelching before his very eyes.

Her sex. Makaidos had no idea he drew so close to her most intimate of places. His flaring instincts urged him to plunge his tongue right through the puffy lips, while his shyness urged him to pull back. Makaidos remained frozen with indecision. He inhaled two whiffs of her delightful scent before Trys's paws made the choice for him. They slammed hard into his head. Makaidos crashed on his side, a growl of disappointment rumbling inside his throat.

Trys gripped his shoulders firmly between her front paws and leaned in so close, she touched the curved tip of her beak beak to the dragon's snout.

"I guess I win this one."

Makaidos said nothing. He just stared at the coal orbs of her pupils. They were ripe and wide, like two fragments of night trapped inside an emerald prison. Her suave breath fell upon his scales, reminding him of her fertile gender with every warm puff.

Makaidos blinked. Only now he realized how quickly his heart thundered inside his chest. His blood felt hot, just like the thoughts surging through his head. He didn't just admire Trys. He saw her as a possible mate, thanks to her mind numbing aroma.

"I...yes, you win," he gave her a quick lick along her beak. "Now please let me up. Your male counterpart lacked your gentle touch."

Trys backed away after her little tongue washed between the dragon's lips, leaving Makaidos even more flustered. He scrambled onto unsteady paws, steadying his wavering balance with the help of his tail.

"Careful with the wings!"

Makaidos heard that too late. He reflexively flapped them. Tools, plants and poultices fell upon the ground as his clumsy wings slapped them off their perches.

"I'm terribly sorry," he picked a rod inside his maw. "Here, I'll help-"

"No need," Trys snatched it and threw it upon a rock. "Hollow's already messy as it is. You just gave me an incentive to clean it up a little."

Her words weren't exactly encouraging. Makaidos retreated against a wall, allowing Trys to quickly clean up the mess.

"All done," Trys squeaked happily. "The only thing that needs a small adjustment is you."

"Me?" Makaidos cocked his head.

"Yes! I promised to inspect you, didn't I?"

"Must have heard that wrong," he shied away under a drooping wing.

"Oh no you didn't," Trys stalked forward. Her wings were tucked to the sides and her belly barely touched the ground as her tense paws covered the distance with silky grace. "You will come to me, or I will drag you by your wing."

She seemed quite serious. Maybe this was a battle he couldn't win.

"Alright," Makaidos swiped his tongue over his snout to clear a bit of his apprehension. "But you promise to be considerate."

"I won't touch where you don't want me to."

A mighty fine encouragement that was. Makaidos knew he would be like prey inside her clutch from the moment she started her so called inspection. His neck and wings received only quick glances and feeble touches compared to what hid underneath his tail. Trys crouched under his belly, poking her beak at the bulge hiding behind the tense muscles of his slit.

"Does it hurt?"

"No."

She rubbed the soft flesh with quick dabs. "I can smell blood, among other things. Can I push a little deeper?"

Makaidos reluctantly agreed. He craned his neck to the side, watching Trys as she sunk the tip of her beak inside the wet embrace of his slit. She was cold and hard, yet the same attributes did not extend to her tongue.

Makaidos hissed, tensing unexpectedly when her tongue made contact with his half aroused cock. Trys licked around the hardening tip, scooping the slime with her agile avian tongue. Every lick sent shudders of delight along Makaidos' muscles. Heat built inside him. He leaned on his front paws, scratching the wood underneath as a powerful throb sent his cock spurting out between the fleshy walls of his draconic slit.

"Rrrraaaarrhhh!" Makaidos snapped his jaws under the crashing waves of unexpected bliss.

"It's good. You're healthy," Trys cleaned the precum from his oozing tip. "Arousal means everything functions properly."

He disagreed with a sharp hiss. "It also means I'm about to stain your beak with my essence."

"Like I would mind," Trys rubbed between the clamping muscles of the dragon's shivering slit. "Your seed always intrigued me, dragon."

"I'll...give it to you. Just not now," Makaidos growled at her.

She tilted her head, ears twitching. "Why not?"

"My balls. They still ache," he lifted his tail above his clenching pucker, revealing the orbs drooping just behind the squelching muscles. "Perhaps you can inspect those instead of teasing me."

Trys grabbed his heavy sack inside a paw. "Tell me if it hurts."

It was the opposite. The way she grabbed and fondled his spheres summoned just enough pain to keep Makaidos on the edge. He cleaned his paws and counted objects, yet nothing distracted him from the harsh throbs surging through his rock hard cock. Droplets of clear liquid speared from his spaded tip, adding to the small pool forming underneath. Makaidos wanted to cum. He craved to empty his balls of all the abuse and ache he received from Rayik. He just didn't want to spend himself on the ground, like he often did during the time he spent alone in the wilds.

Trys was a delightful opportunity. Not only she was in the blossom of her heat, but her narrow passage made for a long, lustful penetration. Her flooded walls would be forced to take him in their embrace, then suckle every drop of his seed as he relieved himself inside her sweltering flesh.

Makaidos gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. No. This wasn't him. He encountered that kind of dragons before, who took whatever they wanted by force. Trys deserved far better. A gentle gryphon deserved a gentle mate. Makaidos was willing to wait, even if that proved more of an ordeal than he anticipated. Trys finished with his balls, only to lick and inspect his tailhole instead. She pushed in two short rods inside, adding to Makaidos' increasing lust. He flapped his shivering wings, pushing his cock into the ground as his slit spasmed unexpectedly hard. Four squirts of precum exploded from his tip, wet and gooey just like his exposed flesh.

Makaidos moaned like a hatchling as the heat leaked out of him.

"My turn to apologize," Trys took the lubricated rod out. "I didn't expect such intense crave after what my kin did to you."

Makaidos panted a few times. He wanted to lick his cock dry if Trys wasn't behind him. "It's no problem. Happens every time I wake up."

"Are you doing something about it?"

Makaidos swiped his tongue along his snout. "Sometimes. Flying while aroused is not the most exciting of things."

"What is?" the gryphoness pushed her head under his wing.

"You," Makaidos bit his tongue right after he said the words. "I mean the hollow. Or your whole race. Gryphons are starting to grow on me."

"I can see," she pointed at his throbbing cock.

Makaidos looked away. Embarrassment was harder to handle even more than her suave scent. She licked the bead forming on his tip, spread the puddle of goo with a forepaw, then slowly slid under his chest rubbing with such a slow, teasing motion.

"If you like me, you can just say it."

"I..." Makaidos blinked twice, scratching at the ground with two of his claws. Why were a few words so heavy upon his tongue?

"Go on," Trys nuzzled his wing joint. "I want to hear."

She was so close...so warm... and she was so beautiful. Makaidos couldn't hold his bubbling instincts restrained any longer. He pushed into her neck, licking her with burning desire. The gryphoness squawked, rubbing against his snout until a moment of clarity allowed them to look upon each other.

"I like you, Trys. I don't know how or why. I just...do."

"That's what I wanted to hear," she accepted his licks without hesitation and flared her wings, wrapping his head under a curtain of feathers and warmth.

Makaidos hasn't found the courage to mate her, as much as he wanted to. After a highly arousing session of grooming and cuddling, Trys went back to her work. That meant smearing dubious oils and herbs all over his private parts.

Makaidos trusted her, and as such he allowed the gryphoness access to every scale on his body. She carefully maneuvered her talons, spreading the hot mixture along his slit. Makaidos was grateful his arousal lessened when it did. He didn't want the itchy substance around his sensitive cock. Once that was done, Trys moved towards his balls. She powdered them, wet them with sticky raising, then sprinkled a good amount of wild herbs and massaged the sensitive sack until the concoction stuck to it. Finally, she got one of the jars from the flat rocks. A thick rod accompanied it. Makaidos closed his eyes when she pushed it inside. His tailhole still burned from the aftermath of the trials, but this substance felt just right. It soothed and calmed the biting force of the sting, leaving behind a relaxing, oily feeling.

"That feels like the preparation for something more," Makaidos sighed blissfully.

"Only in your head, dear dragon," Trys lfited the dripping rod so that the slime dribbled into the crevice of his fleshy slit. "This is the last thing that goes inside you for the remainder of the day."

Makaidos was slightly disappointed to hear that. "Weren't you planning on testing my seed?"

"I will, in due time. Right now I want to see if your paws and wings can do more than twitch and jerk."

"That was your fault," Makaidos pointed. "You can't expect me to sit idle like a hatchling while entering my tailhole like a male."

"I kind of liked that," Trys smiled warmly and turned around. "Are you ready to follow me?"

"Where?"

"Outside. I am going to show you a few interesting sights."

She already did that, with her dripping lips widely exposed under her swishing tail.

"Y-yes. I'll certainly come," the dragon fluttered his wings. His blood heated more than he intended. A speck of pink pushed through his slit, wet and slimy.

Trys threw him a naughty glance. "I have no doubts about that," she slapped her tail to the side, then walked out of her hollow.

Makaidos gulped. He knew she did that on purpose. Sudden contractions had the same effect on females as they did on males. That wasn't surprising, just highly arousing. Makaidos pushed himself up and followed the gryphoness, replaying her messy squirt inside his mind with every step he took. His paws didn't take him very far. Makaidos barely reached the exit before he stopped with a long exhale.

"Trys...?"

The gryphoness turned her head around, tufted ears flicking. "Yes?"

"I..." Makaidos gulped down his words.

"Are you being shy again?"

She was backing away. Makaidos only had eyes for her soaked lips. The way the translucent droplets slithered down her clumped fur was a very stimulating sight.

"I am. I want to..." he trailed off, then shook his head. "It's stupid. We should get going."

"Your body speaks differently."

Makaidos said nothing, allowing the tuft of her tail to rub under his clenched jaw.

"You are tense. What would I feel if I'd rub against you?"

"Tension," Makaidos sighed. She had him cornered. "I've been wanting to....I mean I had this desire, and it's hard to explain."

"Not harder than your member," Trys clacked her beak. "I touched you. Felt you. Smelled and tasted you."

"That makes it all the harder to speak," Makaidos scratched at the ground. "Please...please get out before I lose control."

"Is that what's this all about?" Trys turned around, verdant eyes fixed on him.

Makaidos slowly backed away. "I shouldn't have said that...shouldn't have said that," he kept mumbling while Trys encroached upon him.

"You don't have to say anything. Just take whatever you crave for."

And with that Trys turned around yet again, shoving her flooded sex inches away from Makaidos' flaring nostrils. The aroma rushed inside him like a surging flame, brushing away his trepidation under waves of throbbing lust. Makaidos clacked his maw, salivating for a taste of those wet, fertile mounds.

"I shouldn't... really shouldn't be doing this."

"Doing what, exactly?" Trys wriggled her hips. She squelched. Fresh reserves of honey-like fluids squirted from her blossoming lips.

Makaidos growled. She smelled far too good, and looked more than enticing. "Just a little taste..." he hissed needily before swiping his tongue over her bare flesh.

Trys shuddered from the tips of her toes to the far edges of her wings. Her muscles clamped around his tongue, trying to pull him in. Makaidos didn't surrender to her gripping embrace. He lapped around her flooded cunt, sucking in every sweet droplet of her liquid heat. Trys lifted her tail to allow better access. She cooed and clacked her beak, pushing harder against the invading tongue.

Makaidos ate her out with ferocious greed. He slurped and nibbled gently against her clumped fur, stimulating her with rubs of his snout or quick prods around her trembling lips. Soft, warm, and deliciously puffy, her muscles continuously released a stream of moisture. Makaidos had to dig deeper. He sunk the tip of his tongue inside. Muscles clamped hard around him. Trys responded with a sharp cry as her tunnel was unexpectedly penetrated. She leaned on her forepaws and bowed while her hindquarters shivered with the raw need for a deeper penetration.

Makaidos stretched her with his long, muscular tongue. Trys was so wet, and unexpectedly hot. Her flesh was noticeably warmer than his tongue, and equally restless. Makaidos knew she was approaching climax, and he didn't want to give her that. Not yet.

He pulled out with a drawn out whimper, swallowing the juicy substance latched upon his tongue.

Trys screeched. She slapped her tail around and grinded her beak, demanding her rightful release.

"I can't," Makaidos said, teeth trembling with the weight of arousal.

"Please finish. I'm so close..." Trys cooed, begging for the relief of an orgasm.

Makaidos shook his head, as hard as that was. Denying a gryphoness at the dawn of her heat required strength, and his was diminishing with each breath of her fertile scent.

"I'll lose control, Trys. I'm barely able to resist having you here and now."

"Fine," she leaped ahead and collapsed on her side. "I'll do it myself."

Makaidos didn't look. He knew temptation would ram him harder than a spiked mace to the balls. Instead, he heard her cries of pleasure, along with the splashing of fluids on bare wood. Several squirts she released, each harder than the last.

"I'm done. You can stop fondling your tail."

Makaidos released the finned tip from his maw. A veritable pool of translucent arousal gathered underneath the female's twitching tail. Trys sniffed it briefly, then got up, barely caring for the wetness around her sex.