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After enduring a series of erratic dreams, Dracasis was awoken by the distant sound of a feral wyvern - the beast that would roar at the crack of dawn to start the day. Problem was, she felt immensely groggy and did not have the energy to push the covers off, let alone get up and do chores.

While her brothers, sisters, and parents all emerged from their respective rooms in the large farm house to start their day, Drac just couldn't move. She knew she had cows to milk and feed and clean up after, but she just didn't care. Nothing mattered to her except the warmth and comfort of her bed and the aromatic scent that still lingered in the air.

Though she lacked any real desire to get up, the thick pheromones that emanated from the mess that clung to her scales certainly awakened a different part of her, which in turn spread a smile across her maw. Regardless, she had no real desire or will to kick those covers off and start her day.

Minutes passed as she listened to the patter and tapping of feet and claws on the wood outside her door before hearing a booming voice call out from the main floor. "Dracasis! Where are you? Time to get up!" It was her father, presumably in the dining room enjoying his breakfast of eggs and steak. He never left the house in the morning before enjoying a meal unless there was an emergency.

A cool chill filled Drac's chest as the adrenaline began to pump through her veins. She daren't ignore or deny her father, but she was willing to risk it by simply saying silent; perhaps he would simply move on and ignore her, accepting that she wasn't long for the waking world yet. Nearly a minute of relative silence passed before he called up again.

"Drac, it's time for breakfast. If you're not down in this kitchen by the time I'm done eating, you're going without!" Her father bellowed again, his growly voice reverberating through the house.

In response, she rolled over onto her side and pulled her covers up over her head to protect her from the world and maybe hide her from her father. Though she knew better than to give the silent treatment in this house, she was really banking her morning on not having to answer with the vain hopes that she wouldn't have to confront anyone about her fatigue. Based on previous experience, she knew that no amount of excuses would convince her father that being tired was reason enough to not go out to the barn to do her chores.

Problem was, the covering of her head with her blanket just made the scent of gryphon musk more intense around her. She couldn't help but moan a bit at the intense aroma that engulfed her, and she found her mind easily distracted from the threat of her father's angry presence by an overwhelming desire to once again pleasure herself. Luckily, she was just lucid and perceptive enough to realize this would be a bad idea. Had she been masturbating and her father caught her, it would be an even worse morning than it had been building up to.

When he didn't respond again for a few minutes, Drac felt comfortable relaxing, slowly allowing herself to drift back into the sleep she required. The faint sounds of her siblings in the house beneath her kept her just out of a deep sleep, but she still lost many minutes before there came a knocking on her door.

"Drac, is everything okay?" Her father asked, concern in his voice. This was different from his usual and gruff father tone that he often took with all his hatchlings. "You didn't come down to eat breakfast, and I'm worried about you."

Drac's throat tensed as she gulped, not knowing what to say. The truth was that she was just too tired to get up, but that would not be a good enough reason to avoid doing her chores and she knew that wouldn't work. The next option was to claim she was sick, but she lived on a farm and her father would have no problem determining that was a lie, and if it came to that he would be very upset with her. At this point she could no longer remain silent, as that would just urge him to come and make sure she was still in her room.

The only answer she could think of was to respond truthfully while keeping her words vague. "I'm fine, dad. Not feeling well, but I'll be fine."

"You sure? Can I come in?" He asked, the telltale groan of the door handle twisting at once.

"N-no, I don't think that's necessary. I'll be fine, I promise."

"I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong, Drac. And I can't find out what's wrong if you don't know and won't let me come in to see. I'm coming in, if you're not decent, cover up." He informed her as he leaned into the door, slowly cracking it open while leaving it mostly closed to give her ample time to prepare. He was considerate, if a bit overbearing. Once a half minute had passed, he slipped into the room and closed the door gently behind him. Upon turning to see her, he sniffed the air and got a peculiar look on his face.

She knew he could tell something was wrong, and her heart sank as she imagined what might come next. While bundling up tight in her blanket, she started thinking up a dozen excuses for why she'd been out the night before. Maybe she was chasing some beast away, or was out on a night-walk. No, none of those explanations were a proper reason for being soaked in the musk of a drake. "D-dad, come on, I'm just not feeling well and I'm an adult now. I don't need your...whatever this is."

His expression slowly shifted from that of concern to one of curiosity as he got subsequent samples of the thick scent that hung in the room. It was clear the aroma was familiar to him, but he was having a hard time placing it. "Just checking in to make sure my little girl is okay. It's not like you to abandon your chores and avoid the family for breakfast, and it's especially odd that you're not out tending to the ulokar and cows. Whatever is wrong, it has to be pretty serious to vex you. So, what's wrong? Feel like you have to vomit? Dizziness? Do you need to seek medical attention?" He kept stepping forward until he was standing tall over her bed, broad shoulders up straight to push out the bulk of his chest.

Drac writhed in mock agony as she hid under her blanket, closing her eyes and nuzzling into her pillow. "I don't know, I'm just not feeling well, okay? It's nothing, I just don't feel like I can do chores this morning. I've covered for my brothers and sisters plenty of times, they can cover me this time."

He nodded slowly as he sat on the edge of her bed, tugging on her blanket to expose her face. "This is true, yes, but they were all sick. Are you sick?" He asked, able to tell just from looking at her that she wasn't; a test to see if she would lie. "If you tell me you're sick, then I'll go get some medicine and we'll put this to rest." His smile looked sincere, but his eyes gave his ploy away.

"I'm not sick, dad. I don't know what's wrong, but I don't feel like I can do chores this morning. I'm really tired and I feel like if I tried to go out to the barn I'd trip over my own talons and end up getting stomped or something. Can we just tell mom I'm sick?"

"Can't do that, kid. You know how your mother is. If I told her you were sick, she'd get the thermometer and pluck a scale from your rump and force you to down a bunch of pills and that gross pink stuff you hate. So tell me, why are you so tired? You went to bed earlier than everyone else last night and were acting peculiar, so whatever it was that has you vexed has been going on since lastnight before dinner." His bright purple eyes met hers as an unwitting growl emanated from his chest, tiny plumes of smoke coming up out of his nostrils. He may not have known exactly what had fatigued her so, but he had at least the faintest of ideas and seemed very interested in uncovering the truth.

Compared to her, Drac's father was easily twice her height, had shoulders much broader and wings that were fully developed enough to give him flight even with his heavy and muscled body. Dragons tended to really grow into their full size after hitting maturity and adulthood, so she had a lot of growing to do before she would match him in size; for now she looked like a child compared to him despite being of adult age.

After an extended and awkward period of silence, she averted her eyes and mumbled. "I just went out, okay?"

"Out? In the middle of the night? Where did you go, exactly, and what compelled you to sneak out?" His tone was still compassionate and curious, but it dripped with a hint of dominance. "Is there a boy in your life that I don't know about?"

She nervously shook her head. "No boys, dad. You know I'd tell you about that so you could approve them." Her father was a bit old-fashioned in some ways, and felt that any drake that wanted to be with his daughter needed to go through him first, as nobody took one of his that wasn't worthy.

Unfortunately, he wasn't convinced. "If there are no boys, why does this room smell like that of a drake in rut? I can smell him on you, Drac, don't lie to me. I'm going to ask again, is there a boy in your life, and why are you sneaking out in the middle of the night to see him? Furthermore, why are you lying to me about it?"

Drac just stared up at him, not knowing what to say next. She froze in place, eyes darting around as she desperately searched for the words that would cut off this situation's budding conflict before it blossomed. "It's not a dragon." Was all she was able to say. Probably not the best answer - as evidenced by the disappointed look in her father's eyes.

"Why not? Something wrong with dragons?" He snarled, still trying his best to remain compassionate but failing miserably. He once again sniffed at the air, standing tall next to her bed and looking down with a balled fist. Then, after a moment of snarling and growling to himself, he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

All the while, Drac remained in her bed cowering under her covers on the verge of whimpering. She knew she had the right to take a mate of her choosing by this age, and as far as her father knew it was a sentient gryph, not the neighbor's beastly drake, but that didn't mean she could avoid his disappointment.

Without saying a word, her father calmly walked over to her door and grabbed the handle to leave, only he didn't. Instead, he clicked the lock and turned back to look at her. "Now, Drac, I know you're a grown dragon now, and through your life you've done so much to make me proud, but I do feel that it would be a true shame if we were to lose you to a gryphon. Hard to keep a pure bloodline if you taint it with the seed of a burd." The smoke that was billowing up from his nostrils was wispy yet dark, indicating he was not happy.

"I-it's not like that, Dad. I promise." Her voice was meek, not scared, but concerned.

He stepped away from the door to make his way back across her room, every step a deliberate show of dominance and power. This was his house, and his posture displayed that message with aplomb. "I'm sure it's not. I just need to make sure you know and understand the difference between one of those feathered fools and your own kind. You need to be educated on the way of the dragon before you stray from that path." As he spoke, he grabbed at her blanket and slowly pulled it off her, exposing her body from neck to tail.

She, felt like she should recoil or protest, but as she opened her maw to say something, she was hit with the powerful scent of drake again. Similar to Ceylon's, but different enough to know that it wasn't the musk that had been sticking to her scales all night; no, this was dragon musk. Her father's musk. The scent of a gryphon drake seemed to have triggered his dominant instincts, and as best Draco could tell - at least based on the knowledge she'd gained in her time on a farm - he had to mark her as his before she was lost.

This was a bit of a farfetched theory, but Dracasis was no fool, she understood how the psychology of territorial dominance could alter even the most lucid and in-control of dragons. Her father had been sweet and caring mere minutes before as he stood outside her door, his tone and posture changing drastically upon smelling the musk of the gryphon and again even more intensely once the thought of losing his daughter to another species had entered his mind. She knew what was going on in his head, and she knew she was the cause of it, yet she couldn't help herself. The fresh scent of her father seemed to pluck that control from her, robbing her of her logic centers, urging her to shift on her bed and spread her legs.

"And what are you going to do?" She asked with a sultry hiss, her ventral scales exposed.

"The same thing any self-respecting dragon would do; I'm going to teach you the difference between a dragon and a gryphon, that way you know what you're missing before you make any rash decisions." He grabbed at his belt buckle on his kilt, undoing the waist band and exposing himself as the garment fell to the ground. She could see the tip of his member was already exposed, glistening and soaked with his own arousal as another wave of musky air billowed up around him. "If you're still certain that you want to go be with some filthy gryphon, then I won't say another word." He leaned over the side of her bed, staring her in her glowing emerald eye as a steamy drop of his musk landed on her belly scales.

She gulped heavily, nervous about the situation she'd gotten herself into yet not scared. Her father might have been angry or disappointed, but she knew that he cared and that, in some ways, he was still a slave to his base urges. Knowing this, she was fine with it since she found herself equally submissive to her desires, as she found herself eager to see what he planned on doing and how far he was willing to go to strengthen his bloodline.

That was immensely hot to her.

"Just be gentle." She whispered, arms folded up on her chest and legs parted, a glisten of her own excitement lining her swollen ventral scale.

"Dragons aren't gentle, Drac. You should have thought of that before you abandoned your blood to mix with a gryphon." He cautioned as he grabbed his member, pushing back the scales to expose every ridge and bulge of his length while angling himself just right to penetrate her. Though he had the desire and the dominance to plunge into her, he paused for a moment as he blinked in contemplation, unsure if he wanted to proceed.

Dracasis glanced down between the both of them to get a better look at his package, checking to see just what she was getting into before urging him to continue. His member was easily as long as her entire forearm, with a tapered tip, a dozen soft ridges along its length, subtle vein bulges forming a web over each one, and a series of gentle lobes near the base that would swell and form a gentle knot if the proper pressure was applied. It was quite the glorious looking cock.

"Go on." She cooed at him, arching her back and pressing her hips to his, rubbing her ventral scale against his cock tip.

Her father got a look of shock on his face, surprised at her response. This lasted only a split second before he let his instincts take over as he growled and pushed back down against her, his weight holding her down while his nostrils billowed in thin wisps of dark smoke, lips peeled back to expose his teeth.

She let out a long whimper of pleasure as she felt his member slowly yet forcefully invade her depths. Her ventral scale stretched and parted to swallow him up, lurching and extending over every ridge before meeting the unformed swells of his knot lobes. The fulfilling sensation was a bit uncomfortable at first, but it wasn't painful and it quickly morphed into a warm pleasure that tingled in her loins before shooting up her spine and down her tail.

For that moment, she completely forgot who it was giving her that pleasure.

Before she could say or do anything, Drac felt the ridges of his member tugging on her flesh as he pulled out, leaving only the tip resting between her scales to guide his following motion as he once again slammed himself inside her up to the knot. The friction of his flesh rubbing against hers proved to be quite pleasant, given just how wet with excitement she had become and how well-textured his member had been. Naturally, she extended her hind legs up to wrap around his belly to urge him in deeper, but her stubby limbs didn't even come close.

Still, her father knew what she was encouraging, so he picked up the pace, pumping in and out of her with a series of juicy sounds amidst a cacophony of her brisk whimpers and chirps. Then, after only a brief moment of warmup, hi bucked his hips as hard as he could, plunging his knot into her vent with an audible pop and squelch, the pressure of her tight cloaca massaging a low rumble of a growl from his muzzle.

"Y-yes...yes..." Drac whispered at him, using her tail to help push up her hips into him; she wanted to feel that knot swelling inside her, the pressure building and eventually tying them as one. She wasn't exactly the most experienced, so her erratic grinding and twitches of her spine didn't seem to make the experience any better for her, but she did still enjoy the body-rocking sensations of his girth shifting and slipping ever so slightly a bit at a time, offering her just the right amount of friction to roll her eyes back in her skull.

However, just as she was feeling the lobes of her father's knot pressing out against her tender, malleable flesh, he tugged on her and grabbed her hips to hold her in place as he yanked his knot from her with an equally loud pop followed by the juicy squelching of air escaping her cloaca that had been trapped between the ridges of his member. He gave a few deep and powerful thrusts before pulling out, one hand wrapped around the base of his member as his knot swelled in his palm.

"D-dad, what are you doing?" She asked, idly clawing at his cock to try to guide it back into her. "Don't stop, please!"

He growled at her, yet his face softened. "S-sorry Drac, I can't." His words grunted out of him, the black smoke coming from his nostrils thinning as his hips gently grinded against his hand, the tip of his member hovering mere inches above her sloppy, wet vent. As he pumped, a series of thick, gooey cum strands erupted onto her belly, forming a web all over her chest and inner thighs while curiously missing the ventral scales around her cloaca.

"But, dad..." She whined, then paused to relish in the mess that was covering her. A sad look formed on her maw as she realized that glorious mess could have been inside her, impregnating her. "Why would you do that?"

After his load was spent, he pushed up off her bed to stand straight up, member shrinking and sucking back into his slit. "You're too young for that, Drac. Wait a few seasons, and-"

"I'm a hen now, I'm not too young!" She protested, a little too loud.

Her father made a hand motion to silence her. "Dracasis, darling, you're too young. You're too valuable on this farm to risk losing you to a clutch. I can't do that to you, not now." He leaned in close and brushed at her cheek before giving a gentle, playful tug of her forward-facing horn. "Just, you get the sleep you need, I'm going to tell your mother that you've got the day off, and that your sisters will cover for you. Do yourself a favor and shower off, though. If your mother smells that, she'll know." He gulped and grabbed his kilt, stepping into it as the last of is member disappeared into him."

"But dad, I want that..."

"No, you don't. But at least now you have that to think about the next time you see this gryphon boy of yours. Remember always, and ask yourself if he compares to a dragon. Spoiler alert, he won't." He winked, then stepped out of the room, his heavy steps creaking throughout the house as he left Drac alone in her room. If nothing else, it seemed that - once having spent his seed - his mind returned to his gruff but still caring natural state.

All the while, Drac remained laying on her back with her legs parted and cloaca exposed, still covered in the gooey mess her father left on her. "He could have at least cleaned up after himself." She grumbled to herself as she gingerly twisted and rocked to hop off the bed. Once she was on her feet, she found a towel and cleaned herself up. Despite being reinvigorated by her brief tryst with her father, she was still too tired to get up and join her siblings.

Instead, she stumbled back over to her bed, wiped herself off, and crawled back up under her covers, the room now marinating in the musk of two very different drakes. She didn't bother talking to her mother or any of her siblings, but she trusted her father to keep this quiet, even though it wasn't uncommon for dragons to do such things in the heat of the moment.

In her final moments before nodding off back to sleep, she couldn't help but think about how much she wanted to finish what her father started; though he was much larger than her and often aggressive, he had been quite gentle with her. Maybe she should stick to dragons.

Drac didn't wake again until noon had came and went. All of her siblings and both her parents had once again come in for lunch before going back out to tend to the fields. The hustle and bustle she heard was what woke her, and by then she'd enjoyed a full night's sleep, so she was able to get up and check to make sure everyone else was gone.

Once she was sure she was alone in the house, she shuffled her way to the shower, reluctantly cleaning herself of the sweet musk that was still clinging to her scales. Losing that steady aroma that was coming up off her body made her feel pretty disappointed, but she really didn't have much of a choice if she didn't want her mother to smell it and react poorly. There was a very small chance that she would respond as positively as her father had reacted.

The brisk memory of him, powerful body over her and cock sliding with ease in and out of her, made Drac shiver a bit in delight. Though very lightly taboo among dragon culture, she couldn't help but want more. While in the shower, she found herself thinking of all sorts of other ways to coerce him into giving her a proper follow-up, maybe this time leave the knot in and finish her off the way a drake should. Of course, she found her thought process occasionally derailed by the reminder that she was, in fact, too young to raise a clutch of her own, but then she'd have a wisp of a memory of her time with the gryphon or her father and all of those reservations would melt away.

Her day was full of thoughts of gryphons and dragons, from her shower right up until dinner. Upon returning to her room, she tuned on the computer and immediately went searching for that same porn video she'd found the day before, hoping to rekindle the passion she'd felt out in the field. To her dismay, she couldn't find the same one, but did end up accidentally finding her way onto a medical journal discussing inter-species breeding between the two, wherein she learned that the proximity between the two species meant they could - on rare occasions - breed together.

This fascinated her, so she ended up spending hours just reading and browsing and occasionally looking for videos chronicling the process. Porn. She was looking up porn, even though she wasn't pleasuring herself. Somewhere, deep down inside, she felt like she should save herself for her partner; if she climaxed now she might not have the desire to please her drake the next time she went to see him.

She also took a brief moment to note to herself how drastically her thought processes had changed ever since allowing herself to sexually bloom. Most of her life to this point she'd been methodical and professional in her daily life, seeing sex and birth and death and everything in between as part of a cycle, to be observed from afar and studied with confidence. She didn't feel any real desire personally, she didn't think about how she wanted cock in her and didn't have thoughts of interspecies mating beyond how cool it would be to have some feathered dragon with a beak or something.

But now, things had truly changed. In the winter months, when the air was cool and there was snow on the fields and the milk production had slowed, her first heat cycle was relatively uneventful. Sure, she felt a desire and she knew what it meant but she was able to mostly disregard it or ignore it because it wasn't that prominent and it seemed to take a backseat to her survival instincts. Dragons weren't long for lands of snow, so her mind was distracted. After finally prying away from the cold of winter, now her body and mind were both aching for a mate, and she'd be happy to get one any way she possibly could, be it that gryph-next-door or her father down the hall.

"What would mother think?" She said to herself as she closed out of the tabs on her computer. "Would she be jealous? Proud of me? Angry at dad?" All questions had merit, of course, but no matter what scenarios she concocted in her mind she couldn't help but find her fantasies gravitating towards a scenario wherein she ended up alone in her bedroom with her father again. The thought should have scared her or made her uneasy, but it didn't. Quite the contrary, she was actively excited at the prospect of enticing him again.

Only next time she would make him fill her with his seed. Not fair to waste such glorious mess.

"Ugh, wait, what am I saying?!" She said to herself. "He's your father!"

"But he felt so nice. Big powerful body, thick and sensual cock, so much mess....so good." She replied, thus starting her own conversation with herself. "He was surprisingly gentle, when you think about it. Maybe he's right, maybe a dragon should stay with her kind?"

"Or maybe I shouldn't be thinking about my father that way? Like, seriously?"

"Well yeah, nothing really wrong with that. As long as it feels good and everyone's happy!"

She paused to really think that over, knowing full well that her fantasies and desires would need to be kept to herself if she didn't want to cause a stir within her family. Just not something she could really go out and declare. At the same time, she also knew that, despite being brief, it just felt so very good. Despite the taboo, she knew only what she felt, and now that the lid had been popped off and she knew her father was willing to do that to her under the right stimulus, it altered her perception of the drake in a very particular way. She needed to take advantage of that, to trigger his response once again.

The way to do that, was to return to the fields and just get marinated in gryphon cum. It would not only feel great in the first place, but it would hopefully trigger her father again, thus creating a cycle of dominance between the two that could greatly benefit her aching loins.

"Drac! Will you be joining us for dinner?" Her mother called up.

She looked out the window to see that, somehow, the entire day had passed by her and the night had risen. Chores were done for the day, time to eat. After trying her best to put the thought of her father's cock out of her mind and her experience with Ceylon shelved, she was able to make her way downstairs to enjoy a meal with her siblings and parents.

Despite trying her best to keep her thoughts clean and pure, she couldn't help but avert her eyes from her father and imagine all the different scenarios wherein the gryph would take her, only to have her father push the bird aside to take her for his own.

It was an awkward dinner for her and her father.

Like the night prior, Drac finished up her meal and went to her room, ready to call it a night. She promised her father that she was going to get a lot of sleep so she could be rested for the following day's chores, and the look he gave her screamed of the command to not leave her room. He knew that she'd be tempted to leave again, and had to tell her in the subtlest way that he knew and that he disapproved. Her responding grin told him she was likely going to sneak out regardless, and he smirked at her, lightly shaking his head.

And of course, the moment she heard everyone else in the house settle into their beds, she locked her door and started prepping herself for another tryst. Of course, she had to make sure her father wasn't out waiting for her or something like that, so she glanced out her window and moved tentatively as she slipped out and padded across the garage, keeping her body low to the ground like a feral beast as she kept a weather eye on the homestead area, keen to ensure that her father wasn't out patrolling.

Then, in a lucky twist, she saw a silhouette on the window of her parent's room, one of her father bent over her mother, mounting her like he had something to prove. She couldn't help but giggle, but at least it meant that he wouldn't be out watching for her while she was out exploring the fields and searching for one sexy gryphon.

She slid down the ladded and sneaked past the barn to once again make it to the hay field, only this time she went diagonal across the field instead of around the edge of it by following the fence. This way she could make it to the far corner quicker, and she wouldn't be wasting any time. Unlike the previous night, however, she forgot her sunglasses, and thus her eyes were glowing pinpoints in the dark of the night. Not a good look for someone who desired to not be seen.

Drac had much more confidence this time, so she wasn't being the most careful or thoughtful about her actions. Having already met Ceylon alone at night and enjoying a pleasant experience with him, the nervous jitters of uncertainty had dissolved into an eager desire for more. She knew the gryphon would react amicably towards her, and that he seemed to enjoy her company; all she needed to do was convince the beast that her presence should be associated with a pleasant mating session. If she was able to do that, she could look forward to a long spring-time heat cycle filled with so much delicious mating, not a single reservation in mind.

Even the thought of being pumped full of eggs only made her more hungry for drake cock.

After hopping the fence and climbing up the tall dirt mound, she crawled over the summit and kept her body low to the dirt and grass there, squinting her eyes to try to find the gryphon in the pasture. This time, he was laying on his belly in the far corner of the field, protected by an outdoor stable even though the skies were clear and the moon bright.

This made things a bit more complicated. The opposite side of the pasture was frightfully close to the homestead of Ilorek and his mate, and even though the night was dark and everyone was likely asleep, it wouldn't be hard to imagine someone still being awake at this hour if they considered themselves a night-owl. Still, her desire and need had grown enough and she had come too far to stop now. She knew what she wanted, and she was willing to deal with some risks to get it.

Perhaps she may have been a little too eager as she hopped off the mound of dirt and used her stubby wings to glide over the fence, but she didn't want to waste any time. She landed heavily, then got into a crouch position as she snuck across the open pasture, keeping her eyes peeled for any other animals that might be nearby that she may accidentally spook. Last thing she needed was to have a horse go running and wake up the owners.

The intention was to get Ceylon, wake him up, and coax him across the field with her, get the two of them over to the fence next to the dirt mound in case she needed to bail or chickened out. Drac was eager and confident, not foolish.

Now close to the sleeping gryphon, she fell to a knee and made a light clicking sound with her tongue and the roof of her maw. "Wake up Ceylon." She whispered, a hand extended out towards him and nearly touching his front talon.

His eyes opened and seemed to glow a bright steely blue in the night as he blinked and shifted his form, ears flatting to his skull in defiance for a brief moment before he came to realize who it was that woke him from his slumber. Then, upon realizing it was Drac, his ears perked up and beak gaped, his form heaving in delight before he rolled to his feet. After shaking off the dirt and grass, he lunged towards her, stabbing at her neck and shoulder with his beak like a playful puppy, preeing her scales while his wings unfolded to wrap around her in a pseudo hug.

She wasn't quite balanced enough and nearly fell onto her tail as the gryphon's weight plowed into her, but she got her footing and leaned back into him, wrapping her arms around his neck to hug him back as he curled his neck around her, the hook of his beak lightly stabbing her spine between her wings. The pain wasn't strong, but it was certainly uncomfortable so she pulled out from under him and stepped back.

In response, he stepped forward, eager to continue his affections. This was exactly what Dracasis desired, so she walked backwards on her stubby little legs, hands out to cradle his beak as she slowly guided him across the field with her. Every step, he bobbed his head and reached out to nuzzle her, but she had to keep just out of reach to properly entice him. Though she was no expert on gryphon psychology - especially not feral beast gryphon - she felt like she could tell he was happy and eager to see her, based on the soft and bright eyes as well as the gaped beak and the relaxed wings.

"Probably something I should have researched a bit, but too late for that now." She mused to herself, grinning gently while she kept stepping back. Ceylon remained in tow, happily matching her step by step until they both reached the fence lining the dirt mound that separated their properties. This was it, she was there.

Now to take the next step, and really get what she had come here for.

After gulping heavily, she slid down his flank while stroking his shoulder and sides, eagerly pressing her cheek to his torso with a grin. Problem was, Ceylon didn't stay in place; instead, he sidestepped and turned around to rub at and nuzzle her from behind, seemingly more interested in cuddling and playing than what she had come for.

"Hey, stop it!" She giggled, smiling and struggling to stay at his side as the two of them danced in a circle. "What are you doing?"

He bit at her shoulder, a playful peck that punctured her scales a bit by accident.

"H-hey! What was that for?" She growled as she clutched her shoulder. Ceylon whimpered and crouched away, shrinking down in shame. It was clear her outburst had scared him - ironic considering he was easily five times her size. To alleviate his fear, she sidled up next to him and patted him on the side, rubbing under his wings and gently scratching at his flank. Once he had realized she wasn't truly angry with him, he rolled onto his side and lifted a leg, eager for a belly rub.

"Oh, what a cutie!" She squeaked at him, happily leaning in to give him a series of long rubs from his inner thigh right up to his chest between his front legs. Though she wasn't unfamiliar with this body, she did find it quite interesting to slide her fingers from one end of his torso to the other, going from feathers to fur and back to feathers again, each half a distinctly different feel to her hands yet soft all over.

Drac could see the folded up sheath of his - equal parts equine and canine, or so it seemed - but she felt that she might be better off not diving right into that part of him. Ceylon seemed eager to play and to cuddle, maybe it would be better in the long term to foster a friendly and playful relationship first, one that could lead up to the mating and breeding she desired. If she coaxed Ceylon to see her as an object for sex, that would be great for the times that she came to visit at night but might completely ruin her day if she, say, came to join a barbecue at Ilorek's and Ceylon saw her, immediately breaking through a fence to forcefully mount her.

Not a scenario she was willing to entertain. Sure, the fantasy was sexy in theory, but she was completely aware at how disastrous that would be if such a thing actually happened. Not a pleasant thought, not at all.

Still, her desire and curiosity guided her towards his belly and hindquarters, her fingers lightly rubbing and scratching up next to his sheath without quite touching it. The softness of the fur there was quite nice, velvety and smooth to her touch, so much so that she felt the need to bury her face in it, so she did. Rather than keep her composure and restraint, she just buried her snout up against Ceylon's belly, rubbing her lips near his soft sheath flesh.

Instantly, the gryphon lowered his leg, pinning her in place as he cocked his head to the side and looked down over his body at her with a confused look. They locked eyes, with her head still pinned between his thighs, before she slowly extended her tongue to taste the opening of his sheath. The touch seemed to placate him, and he once again lifted his leg and kept rolling until he was completely on his back with his wings for support and all four legs in the air, front talons folded on his chest.

Drac shifted with him, eventually finding herself behind him on both her knees with his tail up between her legs to coil around hers. The pose was peculiar to her, as she seemed to be in the dominant male position while Ceylon was in the submissive female position; had she possessed a cock and he a pussy, she'd have mounted him right then and there. However, given their reversed roles, she instead focused on the image of his bulging sheath and hanging balls, both of which were right there before her begging to be played with.

She took one nervous glance back across the fields to see if she could find anyone or any indication that she was being watched, but found nothing. Content, she turned back to Ceylon and leaned over him, each hand on either side of his sheath between his member and his inner thighs. He looked down over his body at her and she looked back up at him, a grin on her face and tongue lolling out as she gulped, a nervous flutter forming in her belly.

Pensive or not, she was here and she couldn't stop now. While leaning into him, she started kneading at his lower belly with the heel of her hand, fingers tugging and squeezing at his loose-fitting flesh on sheath and abdomen to give him a proper massage. She bit at her lip, whimpering her own reservations while bringing her hands together to squeeze at the sheath from either side, feeling the bulging mass within. Up and down she stroked, using his own flesh to pleasure his length with one hand as her other hand peeled away to lightly cradle and caress his balls. She didn't know if gryphons liked that part of themselves touched, so she was very gentle and cautious.

Ceylon grunted a bit and squirmed at the feeling of her fingers lightly tugging his balls, so she let go and returned her attention to his shaft, slowly peeling the skin back to reveal the bright pink and mauve faded tip as well as that scary looking arsenal of barbs that made her loins clench. A small part of her was seriously considering chickening out, since her father's cock lacked any of those sharp looking accessories. Maybe he was right, and a dragoness was better off being with a scaled drake, not a feathered one.

Of course, arousal makes one's mind twisted in all the right ways, and the thought of having such things inside her, stabbing at her needy flesh and tugging at her depths actually made her even more eager to see what it felt like. Couldn't be that bad, if they were a proud and dominant race in the land; if gryphon mares didn't enjoy the mating, they just wouldn't let it happen.

Coaxed by her curiosity, she used one hand to peel back his sheath to expose his entire glistening shaft, while the other one attempted to wrap around its girth and stroke upward. The intent was to see what it felt like as the barbs caught her finger and thumb, so she could theorize what it would feel like inside her vent. As she passed her digits over his cock tip, she was shocked to feel that, while there was a gentle tugging sensation, the barbs were less like quills or claws meant to rip or stab and more like the scale-like bits on a cat's tongue or tiny bit of semi-firm cartilage.

"That's not that bad at all!" She mused to herself, a cool chill emanating from her chest as her excitement grew. Suddenly, one of her only concerns had effectively melted away, leaving her only with renewed vigor and an insatiable desire for that cock.

Slowly, Drac continued to stroke him up and down his length, gauging his responses to see what he liked most. She did use her bare hands at first, eager to feel the warmth of his flesh on hers as his slick lubrication gummed up her fingers, but he didn't seem all too keen on that; perhaps her scales were a little bit too rough and firm. Next, she tried to use his sheath as a masturbator, stroking him up and down using its soft inner flesh and the pressure of her grip to get him excited. That seemed to work a bit, as he started chirping and lightly bucking his hips, but it wasn't until she started using her lips that he was happiest.

Drac pulled on his sheath, exposing all of his member sans his knot, to pull and twist it around so that she could get a better angle at him. His cock was straight up, the bulge of his knot pressing out against the folded sheath that she held in her hand, and a tiny little bead of precum formed to dribble down his length, which she eagerly licked up using her forked tongue followed by a gentle suckle of his tip.

The warmth and moisture of her maw seemed to trigger Ceylon's instincts, because he immediately bucked his hips upward, stabbing her in the roof of the mouth and catching on her tongue before falling out. As she was getting her bearings on the situation, the gryphon rolled over onto his side and got to his feet, shaking off the dirt and grass from his wings as he stood tall a few steps away from her. His member remained mostly exposed, dangling between his hind legs as the weight made it sway slowly.

Drac was still on her knees, eagerly looking forward to having another go at him, so she stood up straight and once again approached him. This time, instead of sidestepping away or being playful, he stood in place and widened his stance, hind legs parted and front legs planted. His tail lifted up high to expose his rump and balls as his wings slowly spread in a display of dominance. Drac had clearly triggered his mating instincts, so now she had to take advantage of that.

While still lightly nervous and a bit intimidated by his sudden change in personality, Drac still persevered with her quest to take on the seed of this majestic creature. She leaned in close to him, rubbing her cheek against his haunches as she reached up under his belly once again, eager to feel that girth of his in her hand. As she touched it and squeezed at its slimy flesh, she giggled in delight, knowing that she was this close and was certainly not going to be backing out now. With that confidence percolating in her mind, she slipped to underneath the gryphon's body to cradle and suckle on the tip of his member, just like she'd done the night before.

However unlike the night before, this time Ceylon leaped away, clearing her fully and lightly nicking her horn before turning around and lowering his chest to the ground, aimed right at her as if he was about to pounce. His eyes were narrowed like a hunter, so he wasn't playing. This instilled a deep fear and concern in Drac as she sat in place, crouching on her knees as she stared at him.

Mere seconds passed but a dozen thoughts all scrambled in her head in quick succession as she contemplated the situation she'd gotten into. Had she triggered his violent predator mode? Was this a gryphon mating ritual? Was he mad at her touching him? He genuinely looked like he was about to leap forward and tear her throat out, so it really could have been any option.

Before she had the wherewithal to make a move, his spring-coiled hindquarters tensed and he leapt forward, talons ahead to pin her to the ground as he pressed his weight down on her. Naturally, she panicked and tried to flail about to get out from under him, but as he pressed his body down on her she felt the gloriously moist prodding of his member stabbing at and around the base of her tail, eagerly searching for her ventral scales and tugging at her flesh.

He was violently and vigorously courting her, far more aggressive than her father had been. While she maintained a fear that swelled up to her throat and down to her loins, the danger of such a mating excited her farther, like this was how it was supposed to be and she was fulfilling her role well.

As if against her will, however, her tail peeled up and folded to the side, exposing her ventral scales to him as her hindquarters shifted and widened in stance, planting herself in place as he continued to prod and poke at her. He wasn't quite hitting his mark as she'd hoped, so she reached up between her legs and grabbed at his member, hoping to guide it to her opening.

The throes of passion kept her from any sort of hesitation by this point, and she just went on instinct and let her desires guide her. The thoughts of regret had no place in this lust-filled mindset she'd cultivated, and she just wanted to do everything in her power to help that gryphon fill her and tie her, eventually pumping her full of the drake's seed.

With the aid of her fingers fumbling and guiding him, his barbed tip finally found the soft flesh of her cloaca, the warmth of her body triggering his forward motion as he leaned into her and forcefully penetrated her as deep as she would allow. Drac gasped audibly as she felt his girth part her lips and plunge into her depths, stabbing right through her cervix to invade her womb. The girth of his knot and sheath remained at her opening, but that didn't stop him from bucking again, her ventral scales peeling back his sheath as his knot popped into her.

Another loud gasp of pleasure and a bit of pain echoed out in the night as she felt his member stretching her and throbbing against her flesh. The knot - while still only partially formed - spread her flesh well beyond her comfort, yet the pressure and friction of his flesh bulging and rubbing against hers just felt so right. Uncomfortable at first, yet wholly satisfying and fulfilling - in more ways than one.

Within mere seconds, his knot lobes had swelled inside her, pressing out against her walls and locking in place just within her ventral scales, the girth of him throbbing and beating with his heart. She could actually feel his pulse in her loins as his tip throbbed and spread its little barbs, tickling her womb from within and giving her a pleasant tingle deep within her belly. She wasn't sure if that was just the triggering of ovulation or if it was actually something unpleasant, but the sensations were so enjoyable that she didn't care.

The young dragoness leaned back into him and started grinding her hips against his, relishing the subtle shifts of his knot and shaft within her as his member pumped one hot stream after another into her, filling her womb with his seed. The warmth of his ejaculate filled her with a deep heat in her loins that billowed up through her body and melted her heart. This was exactly what she wanted, exactly what she needed.

Then, after a few moments of his member constantly throbbing and pulsing against her taut flesh, she felt him stand up straight above her, releasing the weight from her shoulders as he looked down at her. Though she could see out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but focus on the tugging of his knot against her ventral scale, his hips grinding against hers.

"Good boy..." She muttered to herself as another blast of his cum erupted into her, splashing against the backside of her womb to fertilize her eggs. Though the physical sensations were wonderful, the part that made her the most content and the most satisfies was the thought that she might be a mother to gryphons. She simply leaned back into her, rocking her body lightly as she smiled and moaned, tongue flopped out on the grass while they relaxed together.

Part of her wanted to be disappointed, since the gryphon's mounting and knotting lasted only a few minutes, but with each twitch of his member that pumped more of his cum into her and every suble shift of his flesh against hers, he came to realize just what was so appealing about a gryphon's mating ritual. Though a dragon's cock was a gentler shape with more smoothed over ridges, a gryphons had a more pleasant knot and the barbs were a lot more pleasant than she expected.

Ceylon remained atop her, with his hind legs spread and back arched to not tug too much on her cloaca. His beak rumbled a deep guttural growl as he spread his wings a bit to cover her, as if he were shielding her from any onlooking predators that might take advantage of their vulnerable state. This made her coo and purr as she nuzzled into his wing, smiling and rumbling a pleased growl all the while! Of course, a moment later she found out why Ceylon was protecting her.

"So you're the one who's been visiting us at night?" A soft voice called out from beyond the fence.

Dracasis felt all the blood rush from her head as her loins clenched, squeezing his knot and pulling him in farther so that his sheath once again rubbed at her ventral scales. When she turned around and pushed Ceylon's wing to the side, she saw a tiny little bat-like woman with red braids and blue gems at the end of each one. She was perched up on the fence post, squatting as she cocked her head to look down at Drac. It was Valencia, Ilorek's mate and the other head of this homestead.

"The neighbor's kid, right?" She prodded, completely unfazed by the sight of a teen dragon tied to her gryphon. "Yeah, you're Dracasis."

Drac gulped as heavily as she could, terrified at what this meant. She was worried about Ilorek catching her or her father following her, she hadn't even considered the possibility that Valencia would show up. Of course, as soon as her mind filled in those blanks she came to realize how foolish this was, as she was a bat and likely more active at night. Stupid! Stupud!

Val hopped off the fence and walked over to Ceylon and Drac, where Ceylon turned and lowered his chest against the dragoness' back, protecting her. "Why the silent treatment?"

She tried her best to avoid eye contact. "Y-you won't tell my parents, will you?" For some reason that was all she was concerned about.

"Why would I do that? Any issue I may have is between you and I, you're not a kid anymore so it's not your parents' business. No, I won't tell them anything, but I will tell you something very important." She walked around Ceylon and crouched before him, cradling Drac's chin in her wing-hand. "I'm not sure if you know much about gryphon anatomy or mating habits, but I fear you may have gotten yourself tied down for a while. Gryphons knot overnight, so unless your loins are suddenly made of snake flesh or rubber, you're stuck here for a few hours."

An all-encompassing sense of dread washed over Drac as she gulped, pushing off against the dirt to see if she could pull off his member only to find that, yeah, she was stuck to him and aside from some gentle shifting within her, there was no chance that knot was coming dislodged. Having lost all logical thought, she immediately kicked at the ground in a panicked dash, trying her best to dislodge the gryphon's member from her depths to no avail.

Valencia caught the young dragoness in her arms, halting her from doing anything too stupid. "Whoa there, hold on girl. Stop panicking or you're literally going to tear yourself a part. I can help you, but you have to trust me."

"Y-you're not mad at me?" Drac whimpered, her voice shuddering in fear.

"Skies above no, why would I be mad? Okay, I'm a little disappointed that you decided to trespass instead of asking us to spend some time with dear Ceylon here, but I'm not mad." She patted the gryphon on his powerful neck, giving a scritch before looking back down at Drac. "Though, really, who's gonna randomly ask someone to mate with their feral gryphon. Not really a viable option, is it? That's why I'm not bad and neither is Ilorek."

Again, Drac's heart sank. "Ilorek knows?"

Valencia nodded. "Yeah, of course. Not a lot happens on this property without both of us knowing, not even out here in the far corner of the ranch. Whatever the case, we really need to get you back to the house so we can separate the both of you before sunrise. If we don't, then your whole family will know about your little tryst, and I think we can both agree that's not good for anyone." She stood up straight and made a chirping sound with her lips that coaxed Ceylon to follow her.

Dracais stumbled and fumbled to keep up as Ceylon awkwardly walked forward, taking her with him. She whimpered a bit with each step, as the bulky mass of his knot tugged and yanked at her in a way that was both uncomfortable and immensely pleasurable. Sure, she was in a very awkward situation and the embarrassment of being caught had nearly drained her of all arousal and horniness, but Valencia seemed interested in helping her out and it seemed like, despite her night going a little lopsided, it could very well end up better than expected.

All three of them slowly hobbled their way across the pasture to the gate that led to the path that took them to the ranch house. There, they slipped into the barn together and Valencia tried her best to personally help Dracasis get that knot out of her. The whole ordeal was quite unpleasant and uncomfortable for Drac, since it meant having a complete stranger rooting around under her tail in a decidedly unsexy way, but they managed to get the knot out with a spray of some minty concoction and a bucket of cold water, resulting in a glorious torrent of gryphon seed all over the barn floor. Though the night was tumultuous, it all ended up well in the end.

Then, in a twist over a mug of hot cocoa, Valencia informed Dracasis of the bad news.

"Not sure if you're familiar with gryphon anatomy, but let's just say I really hope you aren't in heat. Ceylon's remarkably close to that of a dragon, so there's a very real chance you might be pregnant when you wake tomorrow."

The expected reaction was for Drac to panic, but instead she just meekly smiled and cradled her belly, rubbing at her scales and imagining what might come of that.