When feathers meet scales chapter 2
This is a story commission that Nulkurrak has written for
TheGrandPuppeteer
*Description: * A month after his encounter with Aureya, the previously stoic and purposeful hippogryph Anefrin finds it hard to take his mind off her, and of the rich and exotic pleasures she provided. Having his member taken into a dragon's mouth and his seed gulped down with such gusto left the hippogryph infatuated with the bold, salacious dragoness, so much that breeding mares is a distant thought as he ventures forth to find her again in the hopes of experiencing that potent delight all over again.
The characters featured in this story belong to Nulkurrak
***When feathers meet scales ch2***
"Looking forward to your free day, I see," one of the stablehands said to Anefrin as he tried to latch his leather crotch pad in place to no avail. His half-erect cock dangled in the open, and whenever the groom attempted to maneuver it in place, it only shielded three quarters of him, leaving his tip exposed. "If I was allowed to attend the Summer Festival, I'd have a cucumber in my pants as well at the thought of the exotic beauties who are there."
"Leave it like that." Anefrin snickered once he took a glance at himself, impressed with the job the dark-skinned man had done. "It paints truest picture of my role in this society."
"We can't do that," his companion rushed in, immediately releasing the leather flap from its position to give Anefrin time to remedy his problem. "The earl will have us whipped and him..." he turned to face Anefrin with that ridiculous pointy beard and shaggy, shoulder-length auburn hair. "He won't do nothing to him. Nobody ever does."
Much as he wanted to order these two buffoons to do his bidding, Anefrin loathed the prospect of others suffering for his amusement. A few deep, purposeful breaths had him flee back into his sheath so that Algron could finally complete his task.
"You should've let me milk you," he whispered, patting Anefrin's neck lighter than his brutish hands suggested. "Nothing worse than going out in the midday heat while burdened with lust."
"I could think of a few," he said, stretching a wing to prevent the other man from following him, inviting only civilized, smooth-talking Algron at his side. Men from the Krajdann plains always treated him with reverence, a remnant of their dying culture. "I'm preserving myself, Algron. The mare I am interested in finds such self-control appealing, and nothing quite tastes like old, potent wine, does it?"
"You are too wise for me, my friend," Algron said, surprising Anefrin with a hearty hug in front of the barn's gates, stroking his ears with the tip of his fingers exactly where he enjoyed it most. "If she doesn't satisfy you, I'll put her into tonight's stew, but only after I tend to you myself."
Anefrin pressed his brow against the smooth, bald one of the human, releasing a long, plaintive sigh at parting ways with such positive and enthusiastic individual. That was his life, to never lay eyes on the worthy humans ever again.
His somber mood abated once he took to the streets of Handronnar, the absence of his saddle and the light weight of his saddlebags as comforting as Algron's touch. The man even helped Anefrin by procuring his gift to Aureya, one that would help her burst just as hard as he would into her mouth, should he summon the courage to tell her that.
Now that he made his way through the bustling streets while looking for her, Anefrin's ploy seemed more and more nonsensical, desperate, and downright demeaning. Were it not for Algron, he wouldn't even have known that her rider had business in the city as well. It made sense, given Hadronnar's proximity to his town and its sheer size, for only bigger cities housed events such as the Summer festival. Unlike Kalondren, the portly man preferred to keep Aureya at his side, so the knowledge of his destination merely stoked the growing tightness within his sheath covering.
Aureya...his greatest shame, his greatest conquest. Ever since that day, Anefrin found himself unable to stop thinking of her. The dragoness not only haunted his dreams, causing him to wake up painfully erect and with a puddle of precum under his tip, but she was with him when he did his solemn duty as well. Whenever he bred, he imagined himself inside her mouth, with his seed filling her to refuse before she gulped it down with that immensely arousing delight.
After leaving the capital behind, along with his main purpose in life, Anefrin found himself rejecting the chance to relieve himself of his gathering seed at every turn. Loose, saggy mare cunts no longer had the allure they once possessed, and compared to Aureya's muzzle, they seemed trivial, unimportant.
Uncaring whether his seed filled them or not.
The mere thought of her tongue wrapped around his rigid flare hardened Anefrin to the point where he bulged through the leather, the tightness of his enclosed confines made bearable only by the precum he had already begun to trickle. A month spent without ridding himself of his seed had left Anefrin particularly susceptible to stimulation of any kind, his lust adding a desperate urgency to his steps as he made it for the vast, loud, richly decorated marker square.
The Summer festival celebrations were in full swing. Most of the hippogryphs took to the skies, the wide streets already strangled by carts, horses, chariots, and palanquins of various sizes and degrees of gaudiness. Tapestries hung from every balcony, representing the infinite faucets of the current season, and ribbons of silk fluttered in the wind, tied to poles bearing the sigils of the noble houses that pledged their patronage to the mayor of the city to help fund the festivity.
Here on the street, only the lesser merchants had set up their stalls, paying the owners of the house for the privilege to set up in front of their doorstep and rent their help in expanding their storage and display options. Anefrin had no interest in food, wooden utensils, linen goods, wool, leather, and other trifles. He wanted but one thing, and he intended to scour the flooded streets until dusk despite the infernal noise circling about.
He joined in the din with a sharp, panicked squawk when sharp fangs latched around his throat, pricking the hide under his feathers briefly before letting go with an apologetic lick.
"I didn't expect you to panic like that, given your familiarity with my mouth," the dragoness said, trailing her tongue across her lips suggestively.
Anefrin's mind blanked. Here she was, naked yet more dazzling than any of the adorned hippogryphs in the sky and the humans milling about.
"I...what do you...why are you here?" Somehow, pretending to be completely unaware of her presence seemed like the right way to hide his growing infatuation with her.
"Why are you here?" she nudged his chest, using that as an opportunity to also savor the softness of his feathers. "Knowing of your distaste for gaudiness, I considered it more likely to swallow your essence a second time than find you here."
She spoke about his moment of blissful torment with such ease that Anefrin shuddered with lust, his cock twitching with an ominous throb that eased more of his precum into his already stuffed prison.
"Then lead me to the better parts. You've been here for longer than me."
The dragoness drew back, intrigued by his choice of words.
"You are more at ease with the crowd," Anefrin saved himself from mortifying embarrassment. "Whereas I stand out, and not in a good way."
Aureya grinned at that innocent display of honesty. "Follow me. Given how strong you smell, I'm surprised people don't already point fingers at you."
His feathers all seemed to stand on end at that too accurate observation. A thick, heavy miasma flowed from his nether regions, bespeaking of the great and terrible burden welled within his ripe, swollen ballsack. He decided to heed her without teasing her about it, half-expecting the dragoness to take him in her mouth in the middle of the crowd if her audacity came into question.
"I missed you," he said to her when she turned to muddy, side alley used by wagons to ferry goods. "You left quite the impression."
"So did you," Aureya returned his affection, her eyes as mesmerizing as ever. "For all you know, I may be leading you into a dark, quiet corner where I can take your dripping, musky cock into my mouth again. Solely out of pity, of course. I heard males shoot their seed over themselves when their desire becomes too great, and you smell like you've been away from the capital for far too long."
He could have corrected her perception on his breeding obligations and tell her that Kalondren cared little for who he mated with, so long as he shot his seed in the right mare now and then. He had the opportunity to share the truth with her, one that was as arousing as it was embarrassing for him. Or he should have at last confirmed the real reasoning of his presence at the Summer Festival, so that she might feel as attracted to him as he was to her.
In the end, he did neither, preferring to be seen as a weak, desperate male in need of her, if only for his cock to find its way into her mouth again.
"Don't be so uptight," she said, nuzzling him. "I promised you I'll do better next time, and if you're not willing to let me ease you into my muzzle, I may accept you inside of me. Given the noise, the commotion and the distraction, nobody will notice your pent-up yearning leaking out of me, mrr?"
Her scent began to grow more prominent as her arousal oozed out into the open, a clear indication that she looked forward to seeing him again more than he initially anticipated. Anefrin's heart swelled with satisfaction, his head leaning ever closer to hers to brush against her cheek and chirp his delight at being reunited with the only creature who ever appreciated--truly appreciated--his seed.
The thunderous thudding within his chest grew more prominent with every step Anefrin took, to the point where the hippogryph almost expected his heart to leap out of his chest. Aureya's thick, smooth, sweet scent mingled with his rougher, sharper one, making him increasingly aware of just how much he missed her, and how great his need had become in her absence.
"This is good enough," the dragoness said. They came to a halt at the end of a labyrinthine corridor through the squat shops of the bustling marketplace. They did not yet leave it, however; the din lessened somewhat, but the cries of the shopkeepers still made his hackles raise, and the subtler sounds of booted footfalls, followed by hushed complaints and inquiries, threatened to smother his erection.
"Don't worry about them," Aureya said to the dappled shadows at the end of their darkened alley. "They won't look for us or hear us. I know my way around a city."
He couldn't deny that. The nook in which they retreated stood between two competing brothels, one with human wares, and the other flaunting more exotic offers. Having entered from the back and squeezed through the narrow gap between the rear of the buildings and the stone wall that separated them from the more reputable Armsman's district, they had no balconies to worry about. The few painted glass windows posed some concern, but during market day, the sounds of pleasure wafting from their edges came muffled, for no male wished to listen to the cacophony of offers while inside their chosen female.
"So you do," Anefrin said, adjusting his breath so that it remained as shallow as possible. Although the keepers of both brothels had the surrounding area around their establishment cleaned before their most productive day, the tart haze of last night's sex still permeated the chipped walls. A humid, salty hue rose from the cobbles under his feet, some of them bearing visible cum stains and less visible trails of female climax.
"Rrrrh, I love this smell," Aureya said as she raised her head to breath it in deep. "It is raw, primal, natural, unbidden. As is yours."
Warm, electrifying shudders traversed Anefrin's frame when her dazzling eyes shifted downward, to his...no! Not his legguards! He cawed as softly as he could, hoofing at the ground to signal his impatience with all this unnecessary foreplay.
"It takes too long," he croaked, his throat dry due to lust and nerves alike. "And I've been trickling in my sheathe covering before I even laid eyes on you."
His honesty stung him, but the blow to his pride paled in comparison to the warm, sly, salacious smile that parted Aureya's scaly lips, revealing that shudder-inducing tongue and the pink slickness of her mouth. He had missed those so, so bad that his haunches tightened with purpose, tensing up in a shallow, instinctive, impatient thrust that strengthened her purr.
"I know," was all she said before she dipped her head and strolled forward so that it disappeared under him.
Anefrin's breath stuck in his throat, unaccustomed to having the smooth pads of a forepaw rest on the grey scutes of his talons while her long, sinuous neck allowed her to reach all the way to his hindquarters. The small nudge against his leather flap elicited a sharp squawk from him, and the teasing lick across his exposed balls hardened his very flare, making the stallion jitter with impatience. He could barely suppress the instinct to mount, to thrust and to cum his great, pent-up load, a fact that Aureya knew and understood far too well.
In an instant, his crammed, half-erect cock flopped down into the open. Instead of the customary thump he expected from the patch of leather hitting the ground, Anefrin heard the wet, squelching sound of Aureya suckling his tip with her mouth half-open, his beak shut tight to suppress any embarrassing sound that might escape him.
It...it felt beyond what Anefrin could describe, the sensation of his flare being guided into her mouth by the bifurcated tongue curling about his taut ring of flesh mind-addling. His talons curled tighter around the cobblestones for purchase, his back arching to slide his black, soaked underbelly over her snout and push his balls against her nostrils in a desperate bid to shelter more of himself inside that blissful, soggy sanctuary.
"Patience," Aureya crooned after she spat him out, her hungry sniffs audible as she traveled the length of his sheath and circled his plump, heavy sack with unspent seed, nuzzling and licking away his stagnant, pungent aroma. "It's been a long, hot day. Your cock needs time to breathe and your instinct must be reined it, lest you burst in my mouth so quick you won't even enjoy it."
Him? Or her? Aureya's playful antics were no longer foreign to him, and much as he relished the intricate attention she paid to his loose, hanging sack and the dark, wrinkled skin of his sheath, Anefrin wanted one very simple thing from her.
While she slurped and savored the film of rough-smelling lubricant that stretched across the entirety of his nether regions, Anefrin made his urgency known by fumbling for the right spot so that he aimed his half-erect and growing cock at the tip of her snout. His engorging tip glanced off her lips; his vein-beribboned length slapped her across the cheek, swung against her chin, and during a more daring and involuntary thrust, his shaft slipped over her brow so that his balls gingerly hit her in the face, resting on her eyes for a split moment before Anefrin redirected himself.
Aureya giggled, still treating his lust like a game, a curiosity that she intended to explore and analyze like their first time together. That became immediately apparent when she rubbed her face against his nether regions, copying his mistake and using it to smear his scent all over herself.
"I thought you found such act demeaning and far beneath you," the dragoness' suave purr floated into his ears as she dabbed the soft, pebbly scales lining her nostrils against his still growing flare, aiming one of her tongue tips for his sensitive hole.
Anefrin tensed up and squirmed, unaccustomed to such lavish and perverted pleasures. He never had anything inserted into himself, and that made him even rowdier than before, causing him to once again shove his member against a taunting dragoness who merely licked him.
"Now look at yourself. All eager and desperate for mmmmmm," her words suddenly came to a halt when he aimed his still growing and manageable length at her opened jaws.
Once inside, Aureya immediately safeguarded his cock with her tongue, suckling on his musky, precum-dripping tip with audible gusto, never one to deny the hippogryph's secret, intimate pleasure. Anefrin froze still for a moment, overtaken by the sheer elation of being wrapped in that silky ribbon of sweltering flesh. Nothing could hope to ever replace it, and the more of him Aureya guided further up her mouth, the deeper that epiphany lodged into the hippogryph's mind, until he was certain that he wanted her to swallow every drop of his thick, heavy, fragrant seed, even if he had to force it down her throat. If she was to be her mare, then she had to meet the rigors of one, and from the frenzied way with which she intended to work him to climax, Anefrin didn't expect anything less from her.
His obsessive addiction with the exquisite pleasures Aureya provided peaked, washing away what little self-control he still latched onto and replacing it with that singular desire that overcame his senses. Pushed forth by the almost-crippling elation that flowed through him, Anefrin grabbed Aureya by her shoulders and reared onto his hind legs, using his strength and bulk to drive her up against the wall at the back of the alley. With every eager and consensual step the dragoness took, she eased more of Anefrin into her, letting him taste the potent delights of her clenching throat that stimulated his fully-engorged flare better than any mare ever did.
She didn't gently rear into the wall, but crashed against it, flagging her tail to make more room for Anefrin to slam his forepaws against for leverage as his back arched to withdraw from her throat, only for his hips to ram his balls against her snout and his cock into her gagging, unprepared throat a second time. That was the first time the dragoness hesitated under him, a quick huff leaving her along with a guttural cough. However, she took great pride in her expertise with males, and rather than give in, she drew back and forward herself, pumping her head against his cock, intent on her being the one to carry him to climax.
Not this time. Not after Anefrin had dreamed of this moment every night for the past month. Already in a mounting position and trembling from the sheer effort it took to hold his seed back, the hippogryph latched his talons around the base of Aureya's neck, squeezing her like a male dragon would while his other forepaw found one of her horns. Satisfied with the strong grip and the control it offered over his mate, Anefrin drew back from her throat, then surprised the already-suckling Aureya by ramming himself back into her constricting tunnel.
A sharp cry of unbridled satisfaction burst from his beak, his eyes squeezing shut in effort to hold on for just another thrust, and to give his churning balls a few more moments to ensure that he delivered her the greatest load he could muster. Already did his hind legs feel heavy and ungainly, hooves clattering in mad desperation to find the perfect balance on the tricky cobblestones so that he could hump into her as fast and deep as he could.
It was then when Aureya released a deep, smoldering growl under him, her head shaking, the base of her tongue pushing against his flare in an attempt to spit it out of her muzzle. Overtaken with raw, carnal bliss, Anefrin allowed her to guide him back into her mouth, not yet aware of what she tried to accomplish. But when she coiled around his flare and squeezed its edges as hard as she could manage while she sucked on him with all the fervor she could muster, her ploy became obvious.
Something triggered within Anefrin. An ancient, primal instinct deeply ingrained into him, one that begged him not to plant his seed on a shallow riverbank where the water might swipe it away, but deep, deep into the forest. Upon experiencing the utter tightness of her throat and the overly stimulating contractions therein, her mouth suddenly seemed lesser, unfit to bear his seed where it would trickle down her jaws as it did before.
Maddened by that irresistible desire, Anefrin leaned his forehead against the wall to free both of his forepaws so that he could grab her by the horns. Once within his grasp, he held the dragoness' head as still as he could, forcing her to take the entirety of his shaft as he plunged it into her. Her sharp, sudden inhale and panicked yelp sent a chilling pang of dread along his spine, yet she didn't fight for control, and neither did she attempt to pull back, so Anefrin took that as a sign that he was allowed to breed her like he would any other mare.
No sounds but for the clatter of his hooves registered to Anefrin's ears. There was no wind, no smells, no buildings around him. Only a tight, slick, shuddering tunnel through which his flared tip speared with strong, wild, unrelenting thrusts, pushed well past the brink of any self-control. As the boiling pressure began to mount at the base of his rock-hard shaft, the hippogryph became more demanding and desperate, a slave to the overpowering euphoria shrouding his senses. It was not only his hips that launched him into those delightfully wet confines, but his paws as well. Whenever he withdrew, he pushed Aureya further back, only to jerk her back against his balls as he rammed himself back into her.
The soft, gagging sounds no longer mattered to him, and the tongue that feebly tried to assert control over his raging erection became nothing more than a pleasant distraction. So caught up was Anefrin in the need to mate, that he completely shuttered himself from the needs of his partner and fully focused on making his release as powerful and significant as he could manage.
Aureya's teasing struggles contributed to that, the clenching of her throat involuntarily pressing against his flare, causing it to bloat and expand with longing that Anefrin could no longer hope to hold at bay. Trickles of precum mixed with seed began to slip past Anefrin's defenses. He felt them sear their way through his oversensitive tip whenever he shoved his way in and out of Aureya, wishing for this ordeal to end but finding himself unable to stop thrusting and accept the finality of it.
That was not up to him, however. Once the sensations caged within his shaft grew too powerful for Anefrin to ignore, his determination gave way to the overflowing satisfaction of finally letting go. His beak flung open to herald his climax, but no cry of elation came when he buried himself so deep into Aureya, his balls quivered from the impact with her nostrils. The first spurt erupted out of him stronger than ever, rocking his very being and numbing his mind with its sheer potency. A second followed, and a third, the raw, untamed exultation flowing through his entire length before splattering against the back of Aureya's throat.
Unable to cope with the sheer overwhelm threatening to break his mind into a thousand splinters, Anefrin let go of Aureya's horns and collapsed upon her back, dazed from the toll the spurts of overly abundant, thick and musky seed took on his being. His vision flickered, multicolored stars blotting the landscape around him, his head spinning, temples pounding in unison with the throbs wracking his overly tight cock.
Even though his pleasure reached his peak, an irrational, instinctive drive still pushed Anefrin's quivering haunches forward and back. Soft, broken, shuddering whines escaped between the short, sudden breaths he took, his stiff flare so sensitive he felt every squeeze of Aureya's throat, and every gulping motion that attempted to make room in her mouth and throat, lest she choked on his overly abundant seed.
After a month of torturous wait for this moment, Anefrin poured all his frustrations and lust into Aureya's hungry maw, unleashing a torrent of dense, potent cream aged by his self-control. His seed usually flowed out of him without many issues, but withholding for a month made it so that every throb propagated through his system, and every single explosion of his essence registered with the same intensity as the original. Anefrin wheezed from the effort it took to ride his climax, taking in the barest amount of air so as not to distract himself from the inner glow smoldering within him.
The weakening thrusts fanned the fires of lust for as long as they could, providing extra stimulation that facilitated the flow of seed and kept him hard for far longer than he expected. The more his ejaculation lasted, the rowdier Aureya became and the wetter her mouth grew, her weak, guttural coughs muffled by Anefrin's flare that jammed into the back of her throat to shoot his seed straight down its length.
Soon enough, his delight began to wane, clearing his vision and lifting its hold from his senses. As his flare began to shrink and his cock twitched with the finality of a few delayed spurts, Anefrin regained his hold on Aureya's horns, straddling her mouth and keeping her nostrils pressed against his balls to ensure that she swallowed as much of him as she could. The dragoness growled in protest, whining as she choked for a brief moment on his too generous amount of cum, her fangs pricking his mottled shaft as she attempted to chew through it.
He let go of her then, and as soon as she was free, Aureya pulled back, panting and growling as tendrils of gooey spunk slithered from every cranny between her teeth and down on the ground. Her whipping tongue did its best to collect as much as she could, her nostrils flaring and her chest heaving from the too strong, too rich taste that Anefrin ensured to achieve.
"I'd have...bitten off the cock of a lesser male who attempted to force their seed down my throat, but you..." she paused to swipe away a few droplets lodged between her nostrils. "You are not a lesser male, are you?"
Anefrin didn't have the strength to answer. Instead, he collapsed against the wall of the brothel behind him, eyes half-lidded in satisfaction, his beak opened wide to help smother his exhaustion.
"I kind of am," he said, pointing a talon at his shriveled cock. "You ensured that I'll never get hard again after emptying myself in such thorough fashion."
Aureya smiled, walking towards him with slow, deliberate steps, every single one accompanied by flowing drops of condensed lust that dribbled down her inner haunches. Anefrin tensed when her webbed tail tip settled on his loose, hanging balls, gently slapping against them.
"A breeder who doesn't breed. What does that make you?"
He didn't answer just yet, preferring to watch her settle down on her side next to him, her haunches parted to give him a good look of how thoroughly soaked her nethers were. The bare, scale-less region surrounding her mound were flushed with lust, further emphasizing her swollen, feverish folds that continued to dribble aromatic honey.
He had never seen a female in such a desperate state, where her translucent lubrication spread over her haunches, tail and continued to leak on the ground, pushed forth by light clenches of desire whenever Aureya's eyes dwelled on his spent cock with visible craving.
"A fulfilled, hopeless fool?" he said hesitantly, ears perking, head twisting in the direction of the growing noise. Were they to be caught in such disheveled state...
"So what?" Aureya intervened, settling a forepaw over his. "Let them find us. Let them talk. Your lord is so disinterested in your needs, he'll pass it for gossip while I...I have nothing to worry about," she rushed her words, getting up faster than Anefrin anticipated.
"I haven't mated with you, have I?"
In spite of that, she flicked her tail to the side and across her back, spreading her overpowering scent that lured Anefrin's beak closer and closer to her. He sucked in a deep, fulfilling breath of pungent dragoness arousal, then snorted her fluids out of his nares when he strayed too close to the source. She smelled raw yet smooth, an intoxicating fragrance that made Anefrin's spent, sleeping cock stir in its sheathe.
"You make that seem like a capital sin. Worry not, however, I came prepared. Check the rear-most saddlebag."
Aureya did, yet her reaction to the smooth, lacquered wooden toy shaped after a stallion was most puzzling. She immediately let go of it when her jaws tested its structure, her head pulling back to cast its ominous glare upon him.
"You have indeed. It's why I didn't bite your cock off, for it takes a lot of willpower to hold back your release for so long, and for a single female..." she trailed off, licking her muzzle slowly, salaciously, hinting in a not so subtle manner that she wanted him, only him, and nothing else inside.
"Wait," Anefrin lifted a tentative forepaw when she turned around, the soft squelch of her pads upon tough stone diminishing with each step she took towards the din. "You can't...not while you're...like a waterfall down there," he whispered to himself when she already turned the corner.
"So speaks the hippogryph whose dignity preserver dangles lower than his cock does," she said, louder than expected.
Anefrin's ears immediately smoldered, rushing after her to ensure that, were they to be discovered, he'd put the blame on the dripping, lustful dragoness. It was her teeth that tore it after all!
***End of chapter 2***
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