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This is a story commission that Nulkurrak has written for TheGrandPuppeteer

Description: Anefrin, a hippogryph of high status and noble bloodline, gets fed up with his life of luxury and seeks to escape it momentarily. A bronze dragoness is tasked with bringing him back, but before she accomplishes her goal, the two decide to indulge some interspecies curiosities of theirs.

The characters featured in this story belong to Nulkurrak

***When feathers meet scales ch1***

Anefrin followed his escort with his head raised and his chest fluffed to strike the picture of utter contentment. This way, his practiced nonchalance hid his intentions to rid himself of all the gaudiness that surrounded him in search of an elusive, fleeting moment of quiet.

"We have prepared the stables according to your lord's instructions," the majordomo of the estate whose name Anefrin had already forgotten said before he signaled a groom in his entourage to open the gates. "Within, you will find all the luxury that you are accustomed to, along with attendants that you can order or dismiss at your leisure."

"Is there also a mare in there to help rid myself of three weeks' worth of loneliness?" Anefrin forwarded his most pressing of concerns, one which his assistants did not take kindly as evidenced by their frowns.

A wry smile tugged on the barely noticeable lips of the thin, elegant man in charge of Anefrin's misery. "Your lord placed no such request, so the current arrangements will have to suffice."

"You mean my lord forgot. Curious, how that particular need of mine is only satisfied when benefits him."

Even though his expectations with the noble whose pampered ass he carried throughout the entire kingdom were practically nonexistent, the way he took Anefrin for granted still wounded him. Kalondren spent more time in his head than outside of it, preoccupied with the needs of everyone else but those of his companion and steed.

"That is between you and him to settle," the majordomo offered his most neutral and infuriating of responses. "Your comfort matters, as emphasized by the commodities you shall find inside. After me, if you please."

"No," Anefrin shook his head, backing away from the confused group of humans who began sharing glances and whispers with one another, save for one. The majordomo quieted their unrest with a single, raised hand, his blank gaze regarding Anefrin like he would any other possession.

"Care to elaborate? We have ensured that everything is according to Lord Kalondren's will."

"That is the issue," Anefrin pointed out, stomping a foot in growing irritation. "Everything he thinks he knows, he had read it in a book. He never asks me what I want; he simply follows the instructions of others so that I'm out of his hair as soon as I hit the ground."

Whenever Anefrin moved his head, the dangling ornaments flanking his eyes moved with him, forever his most loyal and terrible of companions.

"Stay away," he warned the grooms that began to form a circle around him, their hands outstretched in subservience. "I don't want to be bathed. I don't want to be brushed, and I definitely don't want to sleep another night wrapped in soft, silken sheets that remind me of this damned attire that I've worn for far too long. I don't need any of you to take it off, much less your stables. As long as I'm back in the morning, is it truly relevant where I spend the night?"

He launched himself into the sky before any of them had the chance to remind him of the cost of his rebellion. Thanks to the late hour in the night, none but his entourage witnessed his protest, and the majordomo seemed too sensible a man to betray him to his lord. He had as much to lose for failing in his duty as Anefrin did for abandoning his post, so the hippogryph banked on that simple hope to smother his regret at his insolent outburst.

Such an occurrence would never have happened, had they not opened the gates to the gaudiest establishment Anefrin had ever laid eyes on. His anger wouldn't have surfaced so quick if he had a mare the previous night, and he would have been far more content with his station if the leather flap covering his sheathe wasn't so bloody wet with musky precum from his previous stop. While his lord dined at an inn, Anefrin asked a stablehand to remove his flap so that he could make his water. Instead, he found the nearest secluded spot to will himself erect to try and ejaculate through the stimulation provided by the throbs that lurched his cock against his belly. He almost succeeded, had they not called after him and slay his perfect, erotic imagery, and thus cursed him to a flight with a genital cover that practically leaked his lust.

Despite the fire coursing through his fatigued wings, Anefrin flapped to catch the updrafts that carried him over hills, rivers, gullies and ravines, intent on putting as many obstacles between him and mounted pursuers as possible. Dragons were rare in these rural parts of the kingdom, and hippogryphs rarer still. That was one of the perks of allowing Kalondren on his back; as an ambassador, he took Anefrin away from the capital, far from the bustling cities and the growing towns and to the more picturesque lands, such as the estate of the earl he visited tonight.

He wouldn't send his hippogryph after him, and even if he did, Anefrin relished the chance to vent his frustration on another of his kin. Perhaps he could even put his opponent's talons to good use in cutting through the layers of leather and cloth that flapped incessantly all around him.

He chose a clearing surrounded by hills to rest for the night. Just as he flipped on his side to study and concoct plans to rid himself of that devilish swath of leather, the ominous wingbeats of a dragon forced him onto his fours.

Right. The garrison commander's dragon. Kalondren mentioned her while walking at Anefrin's side, ignorant to the hippogryph's fretting while his cock practically simmered in that mixture of sweat and precum.

"You know why I'm here, Anefrin," the bronze dragoness said before her paws even touched the ground. "Come back. Let those fools remove your ridiculous apparel so that you can rest with your cock freed from...whatever that is."

Her ignorance intrigued Anefrin so much that he rolled on his back to show it to her. "It's called a dignity preserver, you bare, uncultured simpleton who rudely flaunts her nakedness for everyone to see."

The dragoness turned around and lifted her tail in an equally mocking fashion to present him her barely noticeable genital slit. "What is there to see? A dash of pink, and only when I strain to lift my tail high enough?"

Anefrin snorted in derision. "I pity you for never discovering the great physical and spiritual comfort of being clad in the finest garb devised by humans. To be admired at every turn, to listen to its gentle swish upon the wind, and to have your privates concealed from the hungry, perverted gaze of dragons and humans alike who wonder how your nethers feel like."

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" The dragoness turned back to face him, craning her neck to study his genital covering without appearing too interested in it--or in him. He emitted an intrigued, involuntary squawk at having that particular portion of him be stared at by a dragon of all things, and Aureya took note of that. She immediately wrinkled her lips, her eyes growing sharper and more judgmental.

"I am not yet aware of what bothers me more. Your crude contraption, or the pungent smells wafting from underneath it."

She did not revile it as much as she pretended to. Under all that pretense, Anefrin glimpsed a hidden curiosity, a barely suppressed lust that she, too, forced herself to keep it in check. And by all the gods, was she beautiful! Three sets of curved, elegant horns crowned her head, flanking the gold-tipped spines running across her spines, connected by soft webbing that borrowed their color. Her less prominent and feminine cheeks flaunted a fan of spikes at their end as if to make her gender more confusing, and a horn tipped her long, elegant muzzle. Anefrin found himself particularly drawn to that feature of hers, as well as the webbed tail tip that she swished with anxious curiosity.

"They wash it every time I am stabled, but the last trip has been long and filled with longing. It is rare that I go more than a week without a mare, and it has been more than three so far..."

Aureya had a snide remark hovering on the tip of her tongue, but she chose not to give it voice while she tried to make sense of his apparel, or to be precise, the underside of it. She stared at his belly with the intensity of a female who glimpsed a male for the first time, analyzing the three silver-studded leather straps that ran perpendicular across his thick, muscular haunches, as well as the fourth one that ran across them in the middle to connect the three. The first and last of those straps reached his belly, where they were bridged to the other side by an additional set of smooth, leather straps meant to hold his genital covering in place.

It intrigued Aureya, and Anefrin understood why. Although ridiculous, he couldn't deny its craftmanship or the lengths the humans went to make it comfortable for him. At first glance, it was an ornamented, oval-shaped leather accessory that covered only his sheathe and not his balls, and thus had an end that molded around those so as to not shroud away his pride from view. Intricate embroidery embellished its surface, painting it as grand as it was comfortable despite its purpose. While it was designed to keep him from growing, the inner surface was softened and smoothed with oils to the point where it felt as soft as a female's insides, a detail that Aureya wouldn't be able to discern from afar.

"As a rare, illustrious member of our society, I am required to wear the proper garb at all times while walking through the streets of civilized cities and transporting my lord from one location to another. I cannot walk around exposed, for doing so would make me as mundane as the rest of those stallions who lead far duller lives."

"Is that what you think? That my life is dull simply because I don't wear a blanket on my back and fluffy ornaments don't dangle from my horns?"

"You're a dragon; life can never be dull for you. Why, you are given the chance to rip and tear through my attire and everything else that you'd like, and there is nothing I can do to stop you," he soothed her concerns, well aware that humans had pitted their kinds against each other by elevating one over another.

"Hrrrf," Aureya snorted, settling on her haunches to emphasize her pacifist intentions. "A hippogryph who flies while wearing your outfit is not one I dare chase in the sky. Attack a hippogryph when you are certain you can keep them grounded. It's one of the first things us dragons learn."

"Lure the dragon into the air, exhaust them and tear their wings until they plummet. Simple enough, until we remember that dragons breathe fire. They never include that part in the lessons in order to make us appear more grandiose than we truly are."

"You are. So long as you stick to what you are good at," Aureya said while pointing her snout at his groin, absorbed by how plump his sheathe covering stood and how conspicuous his bare sack was.

"That is enough," Anefrin interrupted her trance as he rolled onto his side to get up, unfurling his wings to show his entire splendor to her. "There is more to me than what lies between my legs, and I am not overly proud of the current state of my malehood. Given that you are unusually patient with a brat like me, I can only assume that you've been given a choice of forcibly returning me to my designated lodging for the night, or spending it with me to ensure I don't desert."

"Courtesy of your lord," Aureya confirmed his suspicions. "He is so disinterested in your needs, that he assumed you wish for a moment of quiet and ordered everyone to avoid interfering in your plans. The outfit must remain in pristine condition, however, so don't you dare work yourself to climax in your dignity preserver."

"Krraaaak,' Anefrin squawked in awe at her crude language, unfit for such a stern, imposing creature. "You ought to feel ashamed for even insinuating such nonsense."

"Is it?" The dragoness pressed on, raising onto her feet. "I'm no stranger to males, Anefrin, let alone their strong, choking scent that bespeaks of their desperation. Given how your precum practically leaks from the sides of your covering, it is quite obvious that you intended to achieve the impossible."

"Intended, yes, but never succeeded. So why not remove that pesky accessory for me and ensure that it remains in adequate condition? Even better if you go wash it while I do the deed, so that I don't have to suffer the pride-raking expressions of all the nobles I pass. They are subtle enough to avoid insulting my lord, but I am cursed with a heightened perception that has grown far too prominent thanks to the overwhelming boredom I deal with daily."

"You like your words more than you like your mares, I see," Aureya crooned, approaching him with slow, predatory steps.

"I've never seen a hippogryph of such a rich and deep black." Her intrigued hum excited and frightened Anefrin both as her snout proceeded to sift through his feathers after she reached him, savoring the bare portions of him. She only drew back to glance at the headdress he wore, painted with the sigil of his house, which also covered the back of his ears. No other adornments marred his head and neck, for it carried great insult to hippogryphs to be harnessed and bridled like common horses.

"I wish to see more. With your permission, of course."

The glint in her eyes made Anefrin's muscles tense and his blood surge through his veins, cock included. For some bizarre reason, the thought of her witnessing his nakedness flustered and aroused him more than he anticipated, given the soaked state of his crotch pad.

"Let's start with the saddle," he suggested, his temples pounding due to nerves. "It is the most important and cumbersome thing."

Aureya shifted her attention to it, snorting in amusement at how grand and lavish it looked. Or perhaps it was the ornamental sheet of painted silk under it that got her attention, with those superfluous tasseled, silver-bordered edges.

"Let's start at the head," she corrected him, her snout getting dangerously close to the tip of his beak. Anefrin closed his eyes, foolishly expecting a lick from her, but the dragoness veered to the left so she could gently grip the frame of the headdress with her fangs.

Well accustomed to the undressing process, Anefrin moved first, guiding the dragoness who proved to be far abler with her jaws than he expected. In spite of the terrifying sharpness of her fangs, Aureya ensured to apply the softest of pressure on everything they touched, surprising Anefrin with a soft bite on the ankle of his hind leg when she finished removing his legguards.

"See? Nothing to be afraid of."

She then shifted her attention to the saddle which she removed faster than he expected, placing it to the side before continuing her work on his silk sheet and straps quietly, glancing at him now and then. Her breaths grew heavier, and her gaze dipped more often between his legs now that her paws began undoing the last part of his outfit. His stale, musky scent also seemed to grow stronger, making Anefrin more self-conscious than ever at the current state of his precum-lathered sheath and what Aureya might think of it when she would finally reveal it.

"It is finished," she said, dragging the rest of the leather straps and equipment down with a paw before skipping forward and teasingly lifting her tail to tease the pent-up stallion. "Now that you are unencumbered by your coverings, perhaps you can demonstrate the fabled agility of a hippogryph."

"And if you get caught, you get mounted," Anefrin raised the stakes of their game, which Aureya accepted with an inviting play bow.

"Only if I get caught."

"Rawk," Anefrin put a premature end to his delightful chase as one of his hooves caught in the leather straps that slid off his hindquarters, along with the oblong flap that safeguarded his malehood. So focused was he on his partner, that he barely noticed the sudden relief at being unfettered by its tightness; of finally being allowed to grow without being squeezed into that damned prison.

"What's the matter," Aureya said, turning around to face him and his precum-drenched, growing member. "The high-ranked stallion can't even chase his females?"

Anefrin barely had time to fumble for words before the dragoness covered the remaining distance between them, brushing herself against him teasingly.

"Or perhaps this is the way things work for you, where the female chases the male."

"Not--not quite," Anefrin stammered, beginning to fret when he noticed her head disappearing under his belly. "It's all arranged. It's all ca..raw...rakaw...caw..rak...caw...."

A dragon's tongue was completely different compared to the hand of a human. It was slimier, warmer, and far more stimulating. Although the physical sensations stemming from her steady, practiced licks froze Anefrin in place, it was the perverted thrill of having his odorous precum lapped away by Aureya that brought Anefrin on the verge of ejaculation, had she not stopped in the timeliest of fashions.

"Why...why did you..." Anefrin fought to regain his composure, stumbling away from her upon realizing how vulgar his sheath and cock must have looked and smelled after being confined into that leather prison for more than three weeks, with barely any breaks to make his water.

"Males in need fascinate me," she said, licking her muzzle in quite the provocative fashion while her eyes skipped to his bobbing erection. "The way you grow when touched by a tongue. Your pungent, stale odor that hints at your dire craving. The taste of your pent-up seed when you flood my mouth."

Anefrin's beak hung upon hearing a fantasy that he had long tried to suppress being voice by another, and a female dragon at that! Aureya took note of his hesitation, using it against him to guide him onto his side with tender nuzzles and reassuring strokes of her soft paws, reassuring him that she solely wanted to savor his scent and taste without pushing him any farther than he intended to go.

Slowly, his uneasiness with Aureya's bold, erotic initiative began to slowly fade away, the tender warmth of lust beginning to wash over the cold rigidity that overtook him. So what if she wanted to smell and lick him down there? Humans washed his privates daily. They purposefully got him hard to inspect and measure every inch of him, and his very first climax happened in a bucket so that his seed could be analyzed before being deemed worthy. Compared to that clinical research, Aureya's genuine curiosity and interest in him appealed to him far more, and the knowledge that he might be her first urged him to grow faster than ever.

"I haven't seen a male grow as fast as you just did. Unless their excitement already dangled between their legs, eager to sink into me."

"The longer it passes since our last release, the more eager we grow, and I suppose the males you have been with have taught you everything there is to know about eagerness and how quickly it tends to manifest."

"A few did," Aureya said, her gentle toes curling softly around a plump sphere while her nostrils traveled from the middle of his shaft to his flared tip to sniff at the great longing welled there. It bothered Anefrin that a film of translucent precum already crowned his tip, that it painted him as desperate for cunt as the males he just made fun of. "It was their first release, thick and strong and tart. I wonder if yours is the same, or if you will burst as quickly as they did. This circle of flesh completing your tip seems awfully tense."

Anefrin's wings tensed and his hind legs kicked when the pebbly scales lining her inquisitive nostrils touched him there. For a moment, his anxiety with her intentions flared, and his beak opened wide with the intention to tell her off, but Aureya did that on her own. The same paw that caressed his balls wove under his thick rod to prop it so that she could slide her nostrils along the entirety of Anefrin, her playful purr growing thicker whenever she encountered a vein that she promptly nudged.

"Doesn't it all come in one color? I've seen a few male hippogryphs from afar. They seemed little and insignificant, but up-close, your rod seems much longer, thicker and jittery!"

Anefrin rolled his eyes at the pulsating motions of his cock that his companion found oh so fascinating. "It's skin, and like with humans, it bears different colors now and then. Why does it matter? Mares never get to see it, for they always have their back turned to me."

"I don't have my back turned to you," Aureya hissed, pulling up her lips into a far too convincing and shiver-inducing snarl. "How does that make you feel, knowing that I can bite into that hard and probably nourishing meat? Better that I analyze the pink mottling dotting your equipment, hrr?"

The hippogryph still swished his tail and twitched his limbs in distressed boredom, but dared not spoil Aureya's fascinating discovery. She prodded, sniffed, and licked at every spot that bore a different color than his customary black, traveling all the way to his tip where pink appeared on the outer edges of his flare. She, of course, licked there, her bifurcated tongue also sweeping away his fragrant precum, much to his horror. His heart would have stopped in his chest from the overwhelming shame of a majestic creature such as her taste that musky substance solely meant for breeding, yet the rush of too-potent pleasure that flooded him dissolved all that anxiety.

"How does it feel?" Aureya asked before she ran her tongue over his tip a second time. "To be so tense, on the verge of bursting?"

Anefrin huffed for breath, squawking uneasily at her not so harmless question. He was well aware that, should she start licking him in her earnest, he might not be able to hold back, and once his seed flooded his member, there was no caging it back.

"Ask one of the males who you took into your muzzle," he tried to shift the topic anywhere else but to his rock-hard member. "I have entered mares long before my flare stiffened, and the sole reason I expose myself to you is because you displayed uncanny interest in my privates. Curiosity is to be sated, not scolded."

Oh, blasted. That didn't accomplish anything! Why did this dragoness enrapture him such? It was as if a revolting part of him actually wanted--no, begged--to experience the delight of being taken into her muzzle.

"Rrrrh," Aureya emitted a soft, playful mrow as she shifted on her haunches. "Your mushroom head intrigues me. Why is it shaped like that? And how vulnerable it is compared to the rest of you?"

"Touch me and find out," Anefrin dared her, only to regret it immediately after. If her caress proved too effective, he might unleash his seed all over her, and the shame, the guilt, the implications of what might happen if either their lords found out...

"You will find that I am not as susceptible as the other males you've been with," he added, more for his benefit than hers.

Aureya threw him a salacious, disarming glance before she began licking the pads of each forepaw in turn, her green eyes shifting between his cock and him. Unnerved and caught in the fetters of a perverse thrill at what would happen next, Anefrin gently rocked from one side to the other, fluttering his wings playfully and singing his best, most seductive songs to the golden dragoness to dare her to do her worst.

"Better turn silent. There is nothing flattering about the cacophony of a male who squawks and chirps in pleasure while trying to impress a female."

"I impressed more females than I can remember. Can you claim the same?"

His breath immediately cut off when her warm paw, slick with saliva, landed on his sack, circling a single sphere that she bobbed within its confines. The lubrication allowed for firmer, wider movements that extended to his other orb, but instead of shifting her paw over to the unexplored area, Aureya added her second one, encasing his jewels in her soft, protective warmth.

Anefrin sucked in a deep, shuddering breath, unaccustomed to such lavish, attentive touching. Unlike his handlers, Aureya looked for no faults or reasons that might affect his breeding ability. She simply wished to explore him; to feel the plumpness of his balls, to test their mobility within his smooth, dark pouch, and to watch for the reactions she elicited.

Sure enough, Anefrin's member lurched every now and then, his veins swelling and becoming more prominent depending on how hard she squeezed or where she stroked him. He enjoyed having his taint played with the most, a reclusive patch of skin that Aureya's bean shaped pads treated to some of the most fulfilling sensations he had ever experienced.

"It is so intriguing to swish and roll the source of a male's seed beneath my paws. I never expected them to feel so soft and plump. All their names make them appear hard, like your member."

Anefrin had no time to speak, for in the next moment, a paw slid under his shaft to support it while the other landed on the thick girth of his sheath, softly kneading at the looser, coal-black skin there. The breath from before came out of him in an avalanche as he gasped in surprised, shocked at just how nice and smooth her paw pads felt. For a short, lust-addled moment, propriety vanished from his mind, and he wondered how it would feel to ejaculate between her toes as they relentlessly kneaded at his sensitive head.

"Tell me when it gets too intense for you to bear," Aureya said, her voice as soft and compassionate as the movements of her paws. "Much as I'd like to feel you let loose in my muzzle and taste the product of your longing, I wish not to be your lord, or one of your stablehands, to take what I want without your consent."

"Why?" Anefrin's low, hushed tone barely carried over the radiant, excited purr of the dragoness. "It is demeaning. Gross. Appalling. Completely unnecessary and bereft of any logic."

"Why?" Aureya challenged him with the same question, her forepaws reaching his tip and dragging it closer to her so that she could cup it like a prized treasure. Anefrin's eyes scrunched shut in delight, and a warble wormed its way through his throat to signal just how much he enjoyed her caress.

"Because it is what I wish," she continued, making use of his silence in the foulest of ways. Her toes rolled over his tip one by one. They circled the edges of his flare where her pink beans fitted the small nubs of hard flesh between them, then her paw traveled back to the center of everything to grope and squeeze and make Anefrin squawk in both protest and fury for tormenting him such.

"Because it brings me great joy to feel a male reach his peak through means he is not accustomed to but greatly enjoys. Because the torrent of pent-up yearning to be with a female that bursts into my muzzle tastes of loneliness, and desperation, and gratitude for finally being free of that hold on their instincts. And because it is one of the few ways through which I can be with a male without compromising myself. Nobody expects it, so nobody bothers to check for it."

Anefrin found himself absorbing each and every one of her words, each of them nudging him to give in. To sample all those great and foreign delights, and to...to have his seed appreciated in a true, visceral way. It tore at Anefrin, to harbor such malformed thoughts, and if it wasn't for the haze of lust Aureya kept him trapped in, he would have easily abolished them.

"Do you want it, Anefrin?" Aureya purred as one of her forepaws lowered back down to his balls while the remaining one directed his member at her muzzle. She nuzzled it gently like a mother would a hatchling, and licked at his tip with the fervor that she would employ on her mate. "Are you ready to let go of all that you know and surrender yourself to me?"

"I...I don't...rrawk...I've never..."

"You have never," Aureya emphasized, her tongue coiling around the edges of his tip, strangling it in the most surprising and delightful way possible. No mare had gripped him so tight, and no mare boasted the mind-addling warmth of a dragoness that promised him much-sought relief from the nudging of his instinct.

"That feels both wrong and exciting, rrr?" She trilled as her tongue released him so that it could take a stroll down the rest of his member. "To escape the world you know into a new, exciting one rife with possibilities, where previous rules no longer apply. It is what has drawn me to you in the first place. I've never met a pureblood hippogryph, let alone put one on his back. From the very first moment I saw your elusive member, freed of that silly covering, and smelled your virile musk, I wanted to taste you. To feel that virile, appetizing cock grow inside my muzzle with the inevitability of release, and to swallow as much of your rich essence as I could."

Her coarser, untamed words delivered between her elaborate licks stunned Anefrin. A cursory glance between her legs showed her glistening with arousal under the moon's rays, and those sharp, previously focused eyes had lost their edge. They became warmer, more understanding, filled with compassion that Aureya craved to share with him.

"Aureya, Aureya," Anefrin tried to get her off him, but the dragoness refused to budge. While caught in her trance, she completely ignored her own need while lathering every inch of Anefrin's member in her warm, intoxicating affection. When she finally returned to his tip, her mouth opened and her tongue coiled around him, ready to drag him into her mouth, had Anefrin not kicked her gently in the chest to bring her back to her senses.

"Rah!" Aureya growled at him, only for her tongue to roll across her muzzle and wipe away every trace of aggression in the next moment. "Do that when you are in my mouth, and risk losing your mushroom-shaped tip."

"I don't...I don't want it," Anefrin fought against the lust throbbing through his cock with every fiber of his being. "It is not only humiliating for me and absolutely disgusting for you, but the teeth...the many, many teeth that might scrape, graze, or worst, bite into my most precious part..."

Aureya's eyes bore into his, full of warmth, understanding and reassurance. "I have done this enough times to know how to safeguard a male."

"But I am not an ordinary male, am I? I am clearly larger than the average stallion, and the flare...the flare will swell into you and bloat with seed that you will have no choice but to gulp down spurt by spurt, throb by throb. No matter how thick, sticky and musky, you will have to swallow it all, lest you choke."

Her tongue lashed over her nostrils with great gusto. "I will enjoy every drop of you. The stronger-tasting, the better, for it makes this experience all the more delightful for me knowing that I was the one to bring you release after more than a week spent with your sack bloated with lust."

Anefrin wanted to press the matter forth and convince her of her folly, but her paws rested on his balls a second time, swishing them around with various degrees of pressure, each subtle, pleasurable movement reminding him of how utterly loaded they were and how much he needed to ejaculate their contents. His tip was wetter than ever, with excess precum dribbling down his length that Aureya's tongue collected on the way up to his flared, highly sensitive head.

"N-no," Anefrin tried to prevent a most embarrassing moment, should her tongue insist on that spot for too long. "I am close hovering on the brink already, and as a breeder, the only way for me is to ejaculate inside."

"My muzzle does count as inside," Aureya said, wrapping her tongue around his tip, the thicker middle protecting his base surprisingly well as she opened her maw wide before descending upon him.

A spike of dread chilled Anefrin to the bone. His eyes closed to shelter him from that horrifying sight, certain that his lack of action doomed him to a drab, meaningless life. Nobody needed a breeder with a scraped cock who couldn't mate, let alone one who would willingly put his tool of the trade in the mouth of a dragon, a mouth filled with...with...overwhelming heat and wetness.

"Rawkkkkkkk," Anefrin cried out when a spike of raw bliss surged through him, opening his eyes to the dragoness who looked straight at him despite a quarter of his cock filling her mouth. He couldn't believe that sight, where a dragon's mouth accommodated so much of his impressive girth, much less the great bliss that made his balls churn and his veins grow tight with the urge to cum.

"Trust me, Anefrin. It is your pleasure that I seek. I do this solely for you," her loving, insistent gaze seemed to say as she pushed her head further down. Her tongue dragged more of him into her, releasing his tip so that he would feel the smooth, slick surface of her tongue and the shuddering walls of her throat that twitched around the large, foreign cock that she was obviously not accustomed to.

The hippogryph's eyelids draped over his eyes a second time to fight back the tide of pleasure, but they did not remain there for long. For some perverse reason, Anefrin wanted--no, needed--to watch his partner. He craved to witness her reaction to his taste, to his throbs, and to his eventual release. He tried to wiggle his haunches to try and fend her off, but her head followed him everywhere as her purr grew louder and more vivid. There was no escape from her blissful sanctuary, and all that Anefrin could do was watch as she slowly suckled on his member, as if intent to savor his strong, distinct aroma for as long as she could.

"Raw...rawkkk," Anefrin's subtle moans sailed through his gaped, panting beak. His rapid breaths mirrored his uneasiness at being at a dragon's mercy, yet they also helped him cope with the great and intimate elation rushing through every fiber of his being. Aureya purposefully avoided his tip, slowly bobbing her head up and down to emulate his thrusts into a mare. Only, this time, she was doing all the work, and it set all his senses aflame to just surrender and enjoy the experience, one where he finally watched upon the face of his partner.

Aureya took notice of that. As if to impress him with her unique ability, she stretched her tongue to its limits in order to entangle it around his member. Once she had him within a secure hold, she attempted to swallow more than half of him, and that is when his flare took her by surprise. The more the available space shrunk further up her throat, the tighter and broader his flare grew from stimulation, and Anefrin's inability to hold back his precum did not help either as he shot a string of it into Aureya's depths.

Her eyes bulged, and she immediately spat out his dribbling, rock-hard length as she coughed once, twice, her lips wrinkled and her eyes narrow as she swallowed the musky gob of precum with more difficulty than they both expected.

"Tastes...rougher than I anticipated," she said before attacking his tip with repeated tongue strokes to try and get familiar to his prominent taste, one made stale by the leather flap in which he had dribbled with precum over the course of several days during warm, lonely nights. "And you are an imposing male as well, but there is a first time for everything."

He considered protesting against her lust-addled judgment, but the hard look she gave him, together with the groping and caressing on his balls, prevented Anefrin from putting a stop to this nonsense. It was his last chance, and rather than take it, he submitted to the whims of his instinct just like Aureya did, his mind laden with repressed desire that he finally had the chance to unleash.

"You want this," her joyous voice drew him out of his sea of worries. "Invoke whatever reason and excuse you wish, but you do enjoy having your pouch fondled, your member stroked and licked, and your seed swallowed."

Anefrin's crest feathers perked in indignation. "Absolutely not! There is no point to it, no purpose, and if you wouldn't hold my balls captive, I'd kick you and fly away as far from you as I can."

"Is that so?" The dragoness purred enticingly, lowering her muzzle to his dark, smooth sack, nudging each of the two prominent outlines and then licking them in turn. "Do you have the mental fortitude to fight against this shudder?" She mentioned as soon as her tongue fled back into her muzzle, enjoying the way Anefrin's stout eggs wobbled and churned when touched by warm moisture, as if ready to hatch.

"Or perhaps you possess the necessary willpower to hold your seed back long enough for my tongue to tire and finally free you. Last for ten of my exhales, and I'll let you enter me instead, to let go of your burdening essence where it always ought to go."

She did not wait for Anefrin to reply, much less for him to agree to her challenge. In order to test his resolve in its rawest, truest form, Aureya groped at his member with both forepaws to direct it into her mouth, and when her tongue took hold of it to free her feet, she began caressing his base while her suckling did the rest.

Anefrin's legs instinctively spread to their widest, as if to bare his very soul before this beautifully vile temptress. His eyes immediately lidded, shuttering as tight as they could to withstand the torrent of pleasure that crashed through his being. Nevertheless, Anefrin still forced them halfway open to look upon the flowing movements of Aureya's head as she slid him deeper into her and then back out, mesmerized by how much she seemed to enjoy him.

It wasn't only her insistent eyes which absorbed every reaction of his that aroused Anefrin more than he deemed it possible, but also the careful, calculated kneading and groping of her delightfully soft pads. She had short, stubby toes that, despite their inadequate length, managed to cup each of his testicles when curled inward, entrapping them in their silky embrace. When they moved up to the base of his shaft, their up and down stroking fell into rhythm with the pumping motion of her jaws to emulate a mare's depths to the best of her ability.

She might have lacked their capacity, but compared to them, Aureya treated his flared tip to some of the finest sensations known to the hippogryph. Her prehensile tongue licked, curled, grabbed and guided him deeper into her throat so skillfully that all of Anefrin's previous worries vanished, washed away by the molten pressure welling within his tightening sack. He no longer kept track of the audible exhales leaving her flared nostrils, and his attention shifted from her eyes to the tip of her muzzle, elated and horrified at the same time by the seed that would flow from it.

The inability to fight back his impending climax, the resignation with the grisly sight of this majestic dragoness choking on his musky seed, and the forbidden act of putting his cock into another being's mouth made every nerve in Anefrin's body tingle with a perverted, overwhelming rush. For a hippogryph who had always done what others told him, and whose seed had forever been taken for granted, it felt surreally exciting to ejaculate where he shouldn't, or to witness firsthand the reaction of his female.

His female.

Anefrin had never thought of any mare such, for they were a rump to him and little more. But Aureya...Aureya was so determined in her task, that she traded her own comfort for Anefrin's pleasure. She enjoyed his taste so much, that when his cock began to pulsate with the warning throbs of his imminent release, she made sure to keep his widening flare against the roof of her mouth so that she could savor the droplets of precum flowing from him. And when the hippogryph finally curled his hind legs inward and gave in to his blissful torment with a keening cry, she suddenly took as much of his cock into her as she could manage, intent on emulating a mare to the best of her abilities.

For a split second, she felt exactly like one. No, even better. They were seldom so wet, and Aureya's flexible tongue accomplished that which no cunt could hope to achieve. By wrapping around his length and squeezing as tight as she could, Aureya made Anefrin's first spurt to be the thickest, richest and most rewarding one he ever shot. The hippogryph's own shriek cut off from how heavenly it felt to unload, and in a dragon's mouth nonetheless! That deep, intimate, seductive pleasure slithered through every fiber of his being, turning his cock harder than it had ever been and his flare wider than expected.

He could practically feel his girth expanding within Aureya, the edges of his flare pressing against the walls of her throat to ensure that it plugged his seed within his mare. Only, Aureya wasn't one such creature, and although she instinctively gulped down the entirety of his first jet, the second and third made her eyes widen to the size of dining plates.

Overwhelmed by the product of the hippogryph's longing, Aureya spat as much of his member out as she could, retaining only his flare in her mouth on which she suckled with great gusto, her eyes never taking off Anefrin.

"Cra...cra---cawwww, rawwwwk...." He whined during his greatest bliss, barely able to keep his eyelids from stealing away this most erotic sight. Half of his member was coated in a glistening mixture of saliva, his pink mottling mixing with splotches of his own seed that Aureya desperately tried to swallow. Unlike him who cawed his heart out, the dragoness snarled and hissed and gagged at times, yet her paws still kept kneading at his balls, and her throat still moved in unison with the lances of thick, sticky semen he shot into her.

The stale, heavy scent of pent-up seed began to sail into Anefrin's nostrils, strong and imposing. Though throbs still raged through his vein-adorned shaft, his spurts began to die down, as did Aureya's limits. She might lap at his flare and suckle it with the same enthusiasm from before, but Anefrin noticed the increasing amount of gooey seed that wormed its way down her jaws. He listened to her terse, eager breaths and felt her fear oozing through her pads in the form of cold sweat.

No! She did not disappoint him. She--she was wonderful beyond what words could describe, and now that his tightness began to wane and Aureya licked away the final strands of his greatest climax, Anefrin could finally appreciate the outcome. She swallowed his very essence! No matter how thick, musky and difficult to gulp down, she did so until the very end without any reservation or complaint.

"It's...it's enough," Anefrin whispered between his ragged, panting breaths. "I...I have never climaxed so hard and so much, and you...all of it..."

Aureya did not respond. Until his flare shrunk, the dragoness kept tending to it with slower, more tender tongue strokes, aware that his increased sensitivity might make her affection unpleasant. After she finally let go of him, her long, agile tongue swept away the gobs of seed still marring the pebbly scales of her snout, after which she began collecting the droplets clinging to the stallion's half-flaccid malehood.

"It does not taste good," she confirmed his suspicion, chilling the blood in his veins. Knowing it was one thing, but hearing it from her affected him in a way foreign to him.

"I expected it to taste smooth, like your personality, and have the sharper, tangy hues of your wit, but instead, your seed tasted of loneliness, desperation, and of great and terrible longing."

"Sounds exactly like what you could expect from a stallion who hasn't been with a mare in weeks," Anefrin said, turning to the side to shift away from her muzzle.

Aureya's paws stopped him, however, the prickly sensation of her claws convincing him to remain on his back, where her muzzle could visit his tip one last time and suckle on it...nostalgically? She did so for a long, uncomfortable moment, her eyes as mysterious as they were enchanting.

"You tasted genuine, Anefrin," she finally said as she rested her chin on his balls with a heavy, pleased sigh. "And I enjoyed swallowing every droplet of you."

"Not every droplet," he corrected her by pointing his beak at the stray drops that coated the grass. "But a respectable attempt nonetheless."

The dragoness smirked, a challenge taking form in her thinning, slit-shaped pupils. "I know how big you are and what you like. Next time, I'll be better."

There won't be a next time, Anefrin wanted to say, but the weight of her chin upon his sack and the pleasant strokes of her paws on his sheath prevented him from it. He wanted there to be a next time. He wanted to ejaculate in her mouth, and more than anything, he wanted to watch her swallow every drop of him as he burst into her.

***End of chapter 1***

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