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Kyraneth felt empowered when she looked upon the sulking form of the last dragon that came to win her affections. The black scaled male, full of vitality and ceaseless growls, now limped back to the camp to join the other males that had failed to build a family today.

Serves them right, Kyraneth's irritation bubbled back to the surface in the form of a hissing snarl when, among the drops of blood that stained the ground, she caught the sweet, virile scent of the male's liquid lust. Even when hurt, his desire remained so strong that part of his member still remained unsheathed. If she carried something inside her vent like the rest of these males, she could have remained with her rider, flying upon the endless skies, protecting her realm against real threats.

Instead, her flight commander condemned her to waste away in the intermittent camp for the afflicted, along with the other war-broken wretches, as if her heat matched the pain of broken bones or rose up to the level of an actual illness. In a way, the constant tiredness that arose from her many sleepless nights could be a debilitating factor that hampered her performance should she stumble upon a band of bandits, but such conflicts were rare and far in between. Kyraneth barely had any scars to show for her years of service save for a straight cut that split the cerulean fin at the end of her tail, the only memento she carried from a blade she willingly took in the place of her rider.

I should not think of such matters now. The blue dragoness turned her eyes away from the black dragon that now disappeared into the vast reaches of the sky. She sunk into the deeper parts of the boreal forest to distance herself from the roars of her kin. I am here now. Here for at least ten more nights.

Her wrinkling lips once again revealed the snowy color of her sharp teeth. Ten more nights was the favorable outcome, if she allowed a male's seed to bloom inside her. Kyraneth had no intention to sire the clutch of a coward or a cripple. She fought against her desires for twenty five long years. What were ten more compared to that?

She found a cozy space by the gnarled roots of a dried tree to rest upon. Spreading her cerulean wings along the ground, the dragoness allowed her body to fall on the side with a tired sigh. The scent of blood that still clung onto her claws served only to remind her of the terrible condition that throbbed beneath her tail. The last male she turned down...he was not a rugged veteran desperate to infect her with his seed, but a whelp of scant years probably too curious of her scent to find the proper words to explain his sudden approach.

And Kyraneth punished his curiosity with a bleeding snout and a limp that would persist for as long as her heat. Hissing, the female began to lick the distasteful sludge when a resounding shriek froze her tongue upon the sharp tip of one of her four claws.

Kyraneth stumbled upon her fours, frantically looking for an opening wide enough to take wing. She spent years among gryphons, enough to know every nuance, every pitch of their cries. That one belonged to a male who feared for his life.

The dragoness broke through the lower branches of several trees, her frantic steps severing stems and roots until she found a clearing wide enough to take wing. She raced in the direction of the shrieks, now more desperate than ever, to find an auburn feathered male gryphon kicking and flapping his wings at a bigger golden specimen that towered above him with its wings spread in dominating fashion, until the ground trembled and split around the claws of the enraged blue dragon. The golden gryphon needed a single look to jump away from the storm that crashed down from the sky, while the auburn gryphon covered itself with its frail, black tipped wings.

"Was that your mate?" Kyraneth approached the scared creature. She spoke softly to the shuddering gryphon, her nostrils shuddering at the scent of blood. He was a young, frail thing not used to pain judging from the vigorous trembles that assailed his limp form. Though the gryphon sported a few lacerations along his haunches, and one of his wing missed several feathers, he remained tense as ever, oblivious to the warm blood that soaked into his fur.

"The gryphess I chased away...will she return to claim your life? Answer me, gryphon. I have my own matters to deal with."

The gryphon's broken chirp did not tell her much, so Kyraneth brushed her snout over the male's genitalia to catch only the bitter scent of his fear.

It was not his seed she was after. They were probably not even of the same flock considering how crude the wounds looked.

"Do you have a flock to retreat to, gryphon?"

Still silence. Annoyed, Kyraneth started to lick his wounds clean, the warmer, sweeter taste of the male's blood making her snout wrinkle with utter distaste. Gryphons had been prey to dragons long enough for the scent of their blood to trigger the same instincts that pressed her to breed, only this time they urged her to hunt instead. To feast on this morsel's juicy flesh. End her prey life's now, while the male was still too weak to put up a fight.

"Your flock, gryphon." She hissed again, knowing that without the protection of a few other gryphons this weak, wounded male would surely become a venting tool for the other dragons. "Nest mates? Family? Have you come here with anyone?"

The gryphon clacked his beak, his fear still too great to form proper words. Kyraneth poked his feathery chest. She expected his vicious claws to grab around her snout, push her back, do something.

But all the gryphon offered was a trembling squawk, and a shake of his head. Nobody was coming. He was a loner; a rogue too weak to even protect himself against his own kin. On a normal day Kyraneth would have walked away from such a weakling, but she already wounded three mature dragons today. Somehow, it felt wrong to turn down another male, even if he belonged to a different species.

"You're in luck I have nothing better to do for the remainder of this day." Kyraneth paced around to search for hidden wounds. She was relieved to see none apart from the obvious lacerations, so she began to clean the gryphon's wounds, then bath them with her healing saliva long enough to see the shivers melt under her caress. During this time, the gryphon thanked her so often she made a habit of nudging the soft spheres that hung beneath his tail with her snout like she did now.

"No one?" she dashed another playful lick over the gryphon's tender orbs. "After I cleaned all that blood, groomed your paws and warmed you under my wing, am I still no one?" the dragoness then nuzzled her way up his belly with a smug expression. "You'd better come up with a proper title for your savior, or else...I might just feast on this soft belly of yours."

"Kraaawwwwk!" The gryphon grabbed around her snout, feebly pushing her back. His hooked claws slid harmlessly along her scales no matter which pair of legs he used. "Awk...raaaa.kawk..." he breathed a sigh of relief once the blue menace retreated. "We...FlameFeathers take our debts seriously."

"Really? That's why I found the golden one plucking the feathers out of your wings? Because you gryphons take debts seriously?"

"Rakora..." the gryphon rolled onto his side with a pained hiss. "Tried to win her over four times. This...this is the first time she attacked me."

"I wonder why," the dragoness pointed her own claw at the barbed tip that emerged from the male's moistened sheath.

The gryphon suddenly snapped his beak at her, only to immediately regret his temper. "Sorry, I-I did not mean to-"

The blue dragoness nuzzled into his neck to show him he had nothing to worry about. "I will not harm you more than I've already done," the tip of her forked tongue ran along the underside of his beak until it split around the sharp tip. "You should have told me how receptive they are to stimulation."

"I...didn't know," the gryphon stuttered. "No dragon has ever groomed me the way you did."

It took great restraint for Kyraneth not to push her grooming a step further. At this stage in her heat, the temptation to couple with any male became an increasingly heavier burden. She distracted herself from the gryphon's scent by burying her snout into his feathers. He relaxed visibly under her ministrations, his beak clacking several times before the gentleness touch stirred a most pleasant song within the avian's throat.

"Tell me about her," Kyraneth whispered. "I want to know why she marred such soft, beautiful feathers."

"The answer eludes me too. It must have been my desperation or the improper gift that failed to impress her."

"A gift of life, you mean?" she moved her chin towards the gryphon's sack, only to see her snout pushed back by a soft padded hindpaw.

"A frozen cone, from the peaks of Desolation. I only asked her to share my nest with me, then her claws put an end to what I started. Perhaps it was foolish of me, to think a gryphon with no flock can ever have a chance to-"

Kyraneth draped her warm tongue over his beak, leaving the gryphon shocked and confused.

"I know how it feels. Solitude. One of the afflictions I have to suffer from whenever I see myself parted from my rider."

The dragoness settled on the ground next to the gryphon. "I smelled it upon your feathers from the moment I touched you. The scent of wilderness. Of unbound freedom. You have hatched in a nest under the warm light pouring through the canopy of the Elder Trees, while I cracked my egg in the darkness of a human home with no one to clean my soggy scales from the contents of the egg. Mezran, the human who raised me, came to me at night after he finished his duties. He worked hard for his two whelps who are...no longer among us."

"His mate?"

"Gone," the dragoness growled. "I am all he has now, and until my heat subdues, I cannot even be with him. The man who raised me. The man who...is now counting the days until he joins his sons."

Kyraneth was surprised to find the gryphon's talons wrap around her much larger limb. Looking at her with his verdant eyes, the male emitted a low, comforting squawk, then pulled her closer, inviting her into the realm of his feathers.

The dragoness did little to resist him, placing her large horned head upon his chest, her moist breath ruffling through his cheeks to bend his white tipped ears over the back of his skull.

"I never held a dragon this way," the gryphon started to caress along her scales with the gentle tips of his claws. "My flock welcomes dragons into their midst, but I never found the courage to approach, least of all touch these magnificent scales." The gryphon tapped his claw on her cheek. "I wonder if you can feel my touch through this impenetrable armor your kin so proudly wears."

"I do, though not as deeply as you can feel mine."

The gryphon squawked and flapped his wings under the broad licks that slathered his neck with a curtain of slimy saliva. "I'll need to find a river to remove all that mucus."

"Try swallowing clogged blood before you refer to my help as mucus," the dragoness joked. "What of your past, gryphon? I find myself curious. Are you so eager to build a nest of your own that you would risk your feathers for that harpy?"

The cheerfulness evaporated from his face, replaced with a sullen look of defeat. "Well...how much do you know of our flock? Our rules?"

"Very little, considering each flock makes their own rules."

The gryphon nodded. "That is true. I hatched along with a few hundreds of other gryphons in a flock so large that family ties could be found everywhere. My family had one simple rule. Either find a mate and return, or not bother returning at all. I am a poor fighter...and a coward on top of that, so what female would take me over a better male?"

The gryphon hung his head. "I am worthless, with a seed so weak it might as well be sand."

Kyraneth grabbed onto the fragile creature and rolled onto her back, holding the smaller male tight against her scaled chest in spite of his protests. She shadowed his feeble attempts under her wings so that none other, dragon or gryphon, could witness his inability to break free from a dragon's grip. She understood him far better than he realized: to be created from a union that bore ill fruit, then cast away into a world of uncertainty...

Yes. She knew that well, when she broke through the shell of her egg to see no other eggs or snouts greet her arrival.

"Family is only seed and blood, gryphon. I hardly know the color of my parents, least of all their names. That's the sole reason why I'm here. For twenty five years I renounced the pull of my instincts, rejected the command of my king, warded off every male that ever tried to seed me with unwanted life out of fear that, if I were to bear eggs, he would abandon my whelps just like my family abandoned me."

The dragoness hissed through bared teeth. "I had a few moments of weakness when, in my desperation, I allowed stallions to spill their diluted essence inside me, but for as long as I live, I will not mate with a dragon. Not for a thousand years, if that's what it takes for this flame to finally die out."

"Will it ever?" the gryphon placed his gray beak upon her snout, between her two shuddering nostrils. "This life you speak of is cold and barren. My injuries will heal, but yours..."

"I can bear them, gryphon." She squeezed him tighter against her scales, his alluring warmth too enticing to resist. "I endured the pain of solitude far longer than you have lived. Do you think I lack the same cravings that pushed you into the claws of the golden female? My nights are sleepless, and in the nights where I manage to close my eyes for more than a moment, I dream of dragons slathering every scale on my body with seething love, embracing me so tight our scales rub and rattle against each other, grabbing at me with their claws to hold on tight as their member spouts life into the depths of my wanting belly... I often thought of a perfect mate. The male I would share my nest with... and I found him lacking. There is no such male, for my wounded trust is already too crippled to accept such a future."

"That means...you have never mated..."

"Never."

The gryphon clacked his beak a few times, undoubtedly surprised by the sudden revelation. "I never imagined such a choice can be made. The fortitude you must possess to deny this urge...you truly are the strongest female I met."

"The loneliest, my gryphon. I take no pride in my condition. If only I was brave enough to overcome this uncertainty, perhaps...things would be different."

"I would not have them so. Not when you hold me like this," the gryphon nuzzled his head under her jaw. "I cannot claim to know how this heat feels for a dragon. Gryphons are picky, yet ultimately, we succumb to the urge to mate, like any other creature. We see dragons as a symbol of fertility. Many gryphon flocks are envious of the sizable clutches a female can lay during a single mating season. I have rarely thought of a nest populated with my own boisterous hatchlings, because...my desires have much simpler roots."

She had been smelling his swelling arousal for the past few minutes to know that the gryphon too held his needs back with all the force he could muster.

"Tell me." She said with a long lick over his small, embarrassed head, yet the gryphon refused to confide in her until Kyraneth pointed the fact that he was leaking even more than a female at the peak of her heat.

"It's the wetness of her folds that grasp at me from every side while my claws tear into the ground to find feeble support for the overwhelming flames that rip through my flesh. I see myself forcing back the climax for a few moments to allow her to feel what I feel, before...before I..."

"Before the fire pours out of you," the dragoness finished in his stead, her wet mounds clenching with desire for a fertile member deep inside their fertile embrace. "Why hold back? No dragon I know even mentioned such strange practice. Why would gryphons engage in something so... unnecessary?"

"To pleasure my mate, of course. We gryphons...lack the stamina of a dragon. Even a dream is enough to send me over the edge when..." the gryphon turned his head away. "When I find myself close to a beautiful female like you."

With his beak still pointed away from her eyes, the gryphon slid the warm pads of a hind paw along the wan scales of her underbelly. The scales grew soggier towards her shifting tail. Warmer. Softer. Yet he did not stop advancing towards the very source of her heat until his pads found purchase upon the most tender part of her slit, right in the middle of the dragoness' soaked crevice, his wings barely jerking at the shaky hiss that escaped from the female's jaws. With slow, careful movements, the gryphon began to knead with his soft pads at her sex, spreading her rift apart with his shivering toes so that his bigger central pad could sink further into her silken depths. He kept at it for five slow strokes before his verdant eyes found her eyelids draped over her bright amber eyes and her maw sizzling with pleasure.

"Keep...keep doing that." Kyraneth snuck out her tongue to manage a quick lick of the male's beak.

The gryphon resumed his strokes, each harder and better than the last.

It wasn't long until Kyraneth found her wings tense in their joints. Her toes too curled with pleasure, the blazing heat of the gryphon's pads warmer than any of her scaled limbs. She hardly expected the whelp to take such bold initiative, and though her soaked lips were hardly the most sensitive part of her body, the dragoness extracted great and unexpected pleasure from the gryphon's courage. She enjoyed the feel of his damp pads as they traveled back and forth along the succulent folds that kneaded at his foot, the shivering toes that spread her apart not unlike a dragon's member...up until the sting of claws ripped her away from her hot, ephemeral stream.

"I-I'm sorry." The gryphon flapped his wings in distress, his beak immediately seeking purchase on the cold ground. "Skies, if I had been more careful-"

"Worry not. It's just a scratch at best," she mumbled weakly.

The gryphon still tucked his head between his spreading forelegs. Af if he had any chance to notice that speck of crimson drift within the pool of translucent fluids his paw coaxed out of the female's sensitive sex.

"Don't be silly," Kyraneth nuzzled the top of his heat. "

"But...I should check the wound. Make sure it isn't as bad as it seemed."

Kyraneth tightened her grip around his smaller, frail body. "Don't even think about slipping out of my grasp, little gryphon. You're mine now, and I will hold your warm body against my scales for as long as I desire."

"But my claws..." he waved his hooked talons in front of her face. "Let me have a quick look at least. To put my mind at ease."

The dragoness granted him that with a frustrated hiss. She watched carefully as he slithered back, careful not to step on the membrane of her azure wings that spread lazily on the ground. When he found himself face to face with the translucent splatters that moistened the scales to shiny perfection around her puffy, heat-leaden folds, the gryphon tucked his wings close and clacked his beak a few times, her scent probably too intense for his male instincts to ignore.

"Gryphon, come back. That scratch, I can barely feel it anymore."

"No," the gryphon regained his senses with a sudden shake of his head. He approached her vent with his sharp beak, then tilted his head at every possible angle. "It's deeper than I expected. I think I'll...have to spread you a little. So I can lick your wounds, just like you licked mine."

Kyraneth tried to warn him about the nefarious effects of such a stupid plan, but something about his beak hovering so close above her restless folds made her think otherwise. It seemed a sensible request from a genuinely grateful gryphon. Besides, she was curious about how the gryphon would manage such feat. The male straddled her tail, his painfully erect member slipping along her scales like a wet eel up to the spheres that crumpled against her tail, an action that caused his entire member to spill out of the sheath, almost touching the ground with its barbed, leaking tip. The gryphon's own musk, although fainter than her overwhelming perfume, entered her nostrils with every breath, reminding her that before a friend, he was a male, with his own set of urgent desires. She tried to ignore the push of her heat that pestered her to seek his affections, and focused on the gryphon's efforts instead, who worked two hooked talons along her walls. Once he found a proper grip, he slowly, tenderly, pried open the walls to reveal the slick entrance to the dragoness' most precious sanctuary.

"Well?" the dragoness asked after a few moments of complete silence. "Am I going to waste away bleeding like a hog, or are you going to put your paw back where it belongs?"

The gryphon clacked his beak a few times, then nuzzled her soft flesh with his hard, lukewarm beak.

Kyraneth eased her head back on the grass. She imagined the gryphon only wanted to take a closer look, so she allowed him the freedom to explore her unperturbed, enjoying his tender caress almost as much as before.

"Kraaawwwk..."

She ignored the strange cry, too focused on the clear color of the sky, the sound of birds frolicking between the trees...

And the pleasant surges her gryphon summoned along her shuddering rift. Kyraneth huffed weakly. She had not been touched by a male before. Not there. Not during her heat when her instincts burned hot with the urge to breed.

The gryphon cried out when his head was splattered by an unexpected gush of thick, transparent fluids. Kyraneth was quick to apologize, and even quicker to prevent her body from rebelling in the same way. She tried to pace out her contractions. Too many, and the pleasure would overwhelm her. Too few, and the teasing would drive her mad. She even made a game out of it, counting to fourteen until another strange sound came from her gryphon. She picked her head up with a great sigh to see the gryphon with his head back, clamping his beak in that usual way of his. Only this time, the reasons were entirely different. Strands of her liquid heat dripped from his beak, the rest going down his throat. The gryphon barely noticed her. After he finished, he dipped his head back into her crevice, then took another beak full of her silky juices to consume them in similar fashion.

Kyraneth found it quite amusing to see him enjoy her taste in the same way he drank his water, yet the gryphon's dazed eyes and the tense jolts that made his member squirt cloudy lines onto the ground spoke a tale she knew far too well already.

"Gryphon, we had an agreement." She flapped her wings to get his attention. "Better get to it before you spend your seed on barren ground."

The gryphon had a vague awareness in his verdant eyes, clouded by lust. Kyraneth lurched her head to cleanse his beak off her own juices and lick some sense into the aroused bird.

"That's enough of that. You're coming back with me."

"No," the male finally found his voice, beak still pointing at her rift. "I promised to heal you...same way you healed me."

"Yes, but you were bleeding and I'm not. Quit this game while you're still capable of thinking."

The male pushed her snout back onto the ground with a talon, then stuck his beak back into her shelter far quicker, far deeper than the dragoness anticipated.

"Mrrrrr....mraaawwwwrrrr!" Kyraneth mounted an involuntary thrust of her body at the slimy coldness that invaded her heated passage. With his head halfway submerged into the wet realm of her birth canal, the gryphon nuzzled his way into her flooded pussy with the eagerness of a predator. Kyraneth tensed, and growled, and hissed louder than she ever thought possible.

"S-stop..." she snapped her jaws at the air, finding herself running out of breath, the combination of licks and nuzzles much too stimulating in her current, heat-stricken state.

The gryphon offered her a small reprieve when he pressed his beak against one of the small punctures he inflicted with his claws. The taste of blood guided him to the exact location, and he licked fast, dabbing with his infuriatingly quick tongue, stirring both pain and unexpected pleasure within Kyraneth's tensing flesh.

"What...are you....gryphon... Gryphon, take...take your beak out before...before you succumb to your...instinctsssss!" she managed to dislodge him just before she was overwhelmed by her own burning need to breed the fertile male that dribbled his seed right on top of her. After she collected herself -and subsequently regained control of her weakened muscles- Kyraneth curled around the dazed gryphon, licking her own sweet heat off his beak, as if her tongue could remove the taint she already inflicted upon him.

"I...I couldn't stop," the male's beak trembled like every other part of his body. He stood in an awkward crouch to avoid touching anything with his member, still mounting weak thrusts at bare air so that his pent-up cock continued to squirt cloudy lines of its smoldering burden. "Your scent...too enticing. I wanted to..." this time, he looked into her eyes, no longer ashamed with expressing his innermost desires. "I wanted to mate with you, but I held back...I held back because my seed is unworthy of the only dragon that noticed me. You...licked my wounds when others would have abandoned me. You cared about my past when-"

Kyraneth wrapped him with a wing. She growled at the skies, angrier with herself than with the gryphon, ashamed that her lack of control infected the gryphon with the very burden she tried to fly away from. There was only one thing she could do for the poor male now. One thing that extended much farther than a few licks on the beak or a snout rub into his feathery chest.

After she nudged him onto his back, Kyraneth moved her snout towards his tail. The smell of his seed-laden musk increased the closer she got to his leaking member, and with her heart fluttering in her chest, the dragoness turned her wrinkling snout upon his soaked pads, both aiming to coerce an answer out of the dazed gryphon and, at the same time, to distract her own blazing instincts from the sweet enticement of his maleness.

Kyraneth spoke no words while her forked tongue tip split along his flexing toes. The sweetness of her own scent was answer enough, so rich in pheromones that her arousal bloomed just by cleaning her own juices off the same paw that almost saw her reach completion. The dragoness wrestled with her instincts for two long, hissing minutes. She had to take the measure of his scent. Just a small lick to wet her fires with what her instincts needed most.

Moving her exposed teeth over to his member, Kyraneth took the smallest breath she could...yet even that little, shuddering grasp of air flooded the depths of her sensitive nostrils. Her lips pulled up over her dripping fangs so much they ached. Her nostrils, two tiny slits, widened like a feline's eyes in the dark. Eyes squeezed shut, with her slavering tongue dripping upon the gryphon's cock, Kyraneth moaned outright, the delicious potency of the gryphon's arousal making her splatter the ground with a sharp gush of her own breed of fluids.

The dragoness hovered above the gryphon's jerking member, her tongue unable to move for several tantalizing seconds. She wanted to taste him. To judge the worth of his virility before taking him inside her.

With her mind clouded by an irresistible urge to breed, the pleasure-addled female took one last whiff from his heavenly scent before she allowed her salivating, forked tongue to roll along the barbed head of his member. The gryphon shuddered frantically once her blazing warmth ran along his cold, aching flesh. His instincts to mate flared like a bonfire, pushing him into a thrust that squirted a long line of pent-up lust over his feathery chest and loud, screeching beak.

"Craawwwwwk," the gryphon cried to the skies as he mounted a second, then a third thrust of his tense, shuddering body. Kyraneth prevented such foolishness by grabbing onto his meaty haunches with her forepaws. With the gryphon captive, she resumed her assault upon his cold member, slathering his rock-hard cock with two more licks before his barbs flared out like the spikes of a hedgehog. She knew what was about to happen. His desperation latched onto her tongue with every flick she draped over his leaking penis. The dragoness hungrily coiled her tongue around his entire girth, pulled his cock past her trembling, snarly lips, then directed all the saliva she had into a blanket of heat that completely enveloped the gryphon's flesh, just like a female might when he entered her.

The gryphon slammed his feathered wings against the ground. His screech climbed a pitch higher, talons curving into the scaly pads of his forepaws so hard they hurt. The gryphon mounted one last desperate thrust before his member bloated beyond his ability to control. His hind paws, so gentle and controlled moments before, now clenched so hard that his ivory claws poked half-way out, the shudders transferring to his nethers, and ultimately, to the bloating cock that unleashed its ivory stream with the same intensity as the gryphon's throat erupted with an ear-splitting shriek. The expulsion of his hot, virile ejaculate made Kyraneth's eyelids fall over her amber eyes, her lips puckering up with a growl she failed to subdue when that warm tide of cum smashed into her tongue to disperse into the deeper parts her maw in the form of a sweet nectar she craved for more than she ever realized. Years of abstinence without any drop of seed upon her lips. Years upon years with no male inside her. She had not realized how much she missed this, how much she needed it until now when a fertile male gave her exactly what her instincts craved for: a cure for her terrible heat.

Kynreth's throat rippled with desire as she feasted on the contents of the male's ripe balls. He tasted so good that the blue dragoness slammed the ground with her tail, her claws driving gashes into the soft soil. With soft pulls of her tongue, she encouraged the gryphon to spend himself into her jaws down to the last drop of his savory essence, a balm solely needed by her raging instincts, a pleasure that kept her muscles contracting quicker and harder until her folds quaked with one final blissful spasm.

Kyraneth spat the gryphon out. Strands of ivory seed squirted out from her maw, gushed between her teeth, and, without her tongue to hold him in place, the gryphon unleashed his essence upon his own feathers, still crying out in bliss.

Kyraneth threw her head up to join him, unleashing her own brand of overwhelming bliss that warmed the soil underneath her legs with a whole tied of liquid heat. Huffing and growling, Kyraneth pushed her pussy against the ground rubbed herself on the soil for as long as her instincts demanded, emptying herself of all the burning lust through mind-bending spasms of pure pleasure until her pussy finally ceased its relentless throbs.

"That..." the gryphon clacked his tired beak.

"Was wrong." Kyraneth dragged herself towards the gryphon to scoop him up and place him back on her scaled chest, messy as he was. "What kind of mating is this, when the male adorns himself with his own seed while the female mates the earth?"

"If you kept your tongue where it belongs..."

"Where it belongs?" Kyraneth pushed her nose into a patch of seed that clung to his feathers, cold and sticky. The scent was still alluring though, so the dragoness smeared it further before she swiped her tongue over to clean it. "Need I remind you that your selfless act led to this moment?"

The gryphon tucked his head under her head. A pleasant chirp flared to life in his throat, enhanced further by his trilling beak. "If I knew how much your scent resembles that of a female of my own kind, I would have never, ever ventured there."

"That thing you said about mating with me...did you mean it?"

"With all my heart." The gryphon answered shortly, pairing up his chirping serenade with nuzzles along her jaw.

Kyraneth shadowed his smaller form under her enveloping wings. She would direct him inside her later. For now, the warmth of his feathery body and the tenderness of his cute nuzzling beak was more than enough to feed her instincts with the warmth only a mate could provide.