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Castle Recon Recreation

"So what's the plan?" Ceylon asked. The black and white gryphon was perched on the branch of a nearby tree, tail hanging down and wrapped around the trunk for balance. She was rather petite, perhaps the size of a large cat or small dog, and she was mildly agitating Snow, her companion. "You do have a plan, right? I have plans, but I'd like to hear yours, first. You're the boss, after all."

Snow, the canine leader of their partnership, threw a rock at Ceylon, trying to get her down from the branch. "I told you, we have to arrive at the castle, first. We can't do much in terms of plans until we have a proper layout of the area. The maps I bought aren't helping much, they're very unclear." He rolled open a scroll then closed it back up. "We have a layout of the interior but know nothing about the exterior. Once inside we won't have issues but we don't know how to get to that point yet."

Ceylon had batted the rock away with her wing, unimpressed. "I suppose you need to choose your sources better then, eh? Next time don't get the discount cartographers. Next time, hire a gryphon. They can fly and have better eyes than dragons."

"It was a gryphon, and it wasn't the discount one. Everyone I asked said they were the best. Great marketing or lies, I don't know. All I am certain of is that we can't really know much until we get there so there's no point stressing out until then. Just eat your breakfast and we'll be on our way."

The pair of them were sitting at a bonfire just off a well-worn trail in the Caiden highlands, and they were on the cusp of a rather significant haul. They were treasure hunters, specializing in relic acquisitions and fetch-quests of all sorts. Ceylon was naturally attuned to magic fields while Snow was similarly well-versed in many forms of magic and was quite well-read in terms of knowing how to seek out magically-inbued relics. The pair of them had come to develop a fruitful and prolific bond, working off one another in ways that made them unrivalled in their chosen field.

That specialty being treasure hunting. Some called them bandits or thieves, but they chose to stray far from violence and theft, they only retrieved artifacts or sought them in the wild. No interest in harming anyone. Snow regularly had to reassure Ceylon that no relic was worth killing or dying for, while Ceylon liked to shrug and counter it by saying 'some are'. Snow didn't appreciate this.

Ceylon was particularly well-attuned to magic. So much so that she was one of the only people Snow had ever met that had the power of transformation, a natural skill few could master. As a result, the quadruped gryphon could freely shift their body to male, female, bipedal, quadrupedal, winged, wingless, and any size between that of a cat on the small side and an elder dragon on the large side. She was often female, and rarely shifted larger than a horse or smaller than a dog, but was changing frequently. On this morning, she felt the best paradigm for their chosen specialty being that of a large cat or small dog. Good for recon work and stealth but not good for combat.

Since arriving in Caiden, they had learned of a very important artifact that was said to be lost somewhere in the ruins of Castle Fierd. The ancestors of the family that built it many generations ago said they happened upon a map that showed a hidden passage with a few very valuable relics inside. They wanted to go explore the ruins themselves, but bandits regularly took shelter within them, making it dangerous to anyone who didn't have a bit of blood lust in them.

That, or the bravado needed to sneak past and get the artifacts without being seen. Which was the plan. Ceylon and Snow had intentions of sneaking in at night, creeping past anyone who sought refuge there without raising any alarms, then making out with the artifacts which they'd give to the family in exchange for some hefty sacks of coin. They could have just kept the relics and sold them to the highest bidder, but they had more honour than that. Plus, most relics held more sentimental value than traditional value, as the magic inside them usually got drained over time before their arrival.

Their detailed maps told them everything they needed to know about the interior, so they had the advantage. Only problem they had with this job was that they had no idea what was in the surrounding area. They didn't know what part of the castle was derelict, what part was still standing, and how they could approach. They also couldn't know where any bandits were holed up until they got there, hence their lack of plan. Making matters even worse, the map of the castle was the one drawn up prior to its erection, not the one adapted to its modern, broken-down state. So not only did they not know the surrounding area, but the castle ruins themselves could very well have been unrecognizable.

They both knew and understood this prior to taking the job. That's why they only took half upfront and the other half upon completion. That way, should they fail - something they rarely did - they wouldn't feel so bad about it and could simply move on. That half-upfront fee was usually for supplies, food, shelter, and planning, and was thus non-refundable. The other half was profit.

Despite all the planning, all the preparation, and all that expertise, they were both blocked from further action, unable to do much of anything until they laid their eyes upon the castle Fierd ruins. There, they would be able to properly scout the place well enough to evolve their plan beyond the basic 'sneak in and get out' plan that was, at its core, the same as pretty much any other plan of theirs.

And of course any good day of recon needed to start with breakfast. Fish and berries for Ceylon, eggs and meat over an open fire for Snow. Basic stuff. Eventually, they finished up their meal and packed up, heading back out on the trail from there. The castle was a half-day's trek away, something that mildly annoyed Snow enough to bring it up but not enough to persist.

"You could just fly, you know. Grow to pegasus size and fly us both there. Arrive in minutes, an hour at most." He teased. He knew why that wasn't an option but still liked to poke a bit of fun at her.

There were actually a few reasons that wasn't an option, ones that Ceylon happily listed off. "Oh whine some more. I already carry enough of our equipment as it is, no way I'd catch flight with your heavy ass on me." Snow was not heavy at all, he was in fact quite lithe and athletic, perfect for sneaking around and nabbing loot without alerting anyone. "And besides, even if I did, you ever met a bandit that didn't know how to use a bow? I ain't taking that risk. You wanna get shot in the eye, go get a glider and leap from the tallest tree. Tell me how that goes."

He booted her in the rump, playfully. More like a side swipe than a kick. "Cool your jets, burd. I know. It's all good. Come on, we have a long day ahead of us. I wanna make it there by sundown. Plenty of time to scout before making a move."

The pair of them wasted no time hiking up the trail that weaved through the Caiden Highlands. Mostly wooded, with lots of stretches of open fields and rocky cliffs. When they found a high enough vantage point they could see in pretty much any direction, easily identifying the smoke pillars that indicated bandit camps or small villages they had to avoid as well as the ruins of a dozen castles poking out of the canopy. A city long abandoned and left to the vines and moss of the land.

Snow remained quiet for most of the trek. Speaking was wasted energy, and he knew that Ceylon didn't need to maintain conversation. Neither of them were too chatty most of the time, outside of bits of banter around dinner time and during the planning stages of their heists. Well, their loot-runs.

Only one more stop before arriving at their destination had them set up camp to make some food. Their travel took less time than they expected and they arrived closer to dinner time than evening, so they decided to cook themselves a lovely, campfire meal while they had some spare time. But as they were setting up the bonfire, Ceylon seemed to be growing, her more feminine features cutting to something more stern and rigid. More masculine.

"Any reason you're going drake?" Snow asked the gryphon as he casually tore off a strip of jerky from their stores. The fire was still growing, they hadn't cooked food yet but had plenty of snacks.

Ceylon gave a sultry look and licked his beak. "Does there need to be a reason? I could make one up if you need it but I think it's more fun without it." Now firmly male and about the size of a horse, the gryphon was not shy about demanding some physical attention. They were never shy about that sort of thing, and their shifting tendency meant that hormones were constantly in flux and the mood could strike hard at any minute and be gone the next without much of a warning. Snow knew this, Ceylon understood this, and the pair of them had abandoned modesty long beforehand.

Snow tried to act casual, to dismiss Ceylon off hand and keep chewing the jerky. But in reality, he was just as eager as Ceylon. A bit of pre-job stress relief could take the edge off and they were deep in the woods, far away from the chances of being caught. With this in mind, he kept his eyes down at the fire while chewing the jerky, his free hand near his waist to slowly undo the buckle on his pants.

He was not being subtle about it, so Ceylon was well aware of what was going on. The drake then backed up a bit so the glow of the fire was illuminating his orbs, dancing in reflections along the underside of his sheath and all over his glistening black tailhole. His loins tensed up, a trail of slime oozed out from the end of his sheath to land near the fire, steaming as it dripped down and soaked into the dirt soon thereafter. "What are you waiting for? What's taking so long?" Ceylon asked, voice still soft yet firm in equal measure.

"Patience." Snow countered, still fumbling with his belt.

But Ceylon had no patience. The gryphon then spun around and stepped up close to Snow, body so close to the fire it was strange that his fur and feathers weren't singed. He stood over his partner, looking down with an intensity reserved for predators hunting their prey. His beak opened a bit and drool seeped out to soak into Snow's cheek fur before he raised a front talon and used it to push Snow back and pin him to the ground, claws curled around his shoulders. Ceylon kept his eyes trained on Snow as he leaned down, using his beak to undo the belt and toss it away, then followed that up by using both his talons to hook around Snow's waist band and pull the pants down entirely, exposing him.

Snow growled a bit, a pleasant purr of a rumble reverberating through his chest and into Ceylon's talons. His sheath peeled back to expose most of his member, stopping just short of allowing his knot to pop out and swell. It was then that he realized Ceylon wasn't bottoming today.

The gryphon's cock had also emerged from his sheath, its length dangling between his hind legs, the tip right at his knees, webbing the ground with a steady stream of gooey precum. Without any hesitation, he pounced onto Snow, pressing his chest down on the canine's to hold him in place as he arched his back and thrust his hips, smearing his member's slimy mess all over Snow's belly. The aroma of musky desire filled the forest clearing, emphasized by the fire turning it to steam that wrapped around them in a cloud.

Such scents were powerful and pure, given Ceylon's tendency to shift genders and alter their hormones at will. Of course, this also meant that Snow was prepared for fun at any time.

Beneath his ballsack hid a taut little, pink spade. A triangular canine cookie, and it was swollen and plump, eager to be filled. Like Ceylon, Snow's lips were drooling fluids of anticipation, the gooey concoction soaking his tail and hole in equal measure. He would have helped Ceylon to find his way into that passage, but the gryphon's entire weight was on them, squishing both their cocks together between them; this left no room for the smaller canine to wedge his hands in between them, even if Ceylon was nowhere near as heavy as a horse.

Fortunately, Ceylon was also acutely aware of Snow's desires and wasted no further time with foreplay. The gryphon then bit down on Snow's shoulder, flipped him around while getting back up to all fours, and bent Snow over a log, exposing his rump end. He then laid a talon on Snow's rump, digging his claws into the canine's booty to hold him in place before burying his beak under his tail.

Snow naturally flagged, arching his back and spreading his legs as best he could with his pants still wrapped around his ankles. While distracted by Ceylon's aggressive tongue and beak exploring his lips, he struggled to kick the pants away but was able to do so eventually, freeing him up to widen his stance and grab his rump cheeks, spreading them for better access.

Ceylon kept at him, nuzzling lips and probing with his tongue in between nibbles and beaky nips at the base of his tail. The sharp pokes were equally painful and pleasant to Snow, a brisk and intensely quick bit of fun in between the loving licks and gentle beak nuzzles. It wasn't long before that when Ceylon leaned in, pressed his chest to Snow's rump, then hopped up, wrapping both talons around his hips for leverage. From there, he leaned down and used his beak to preen and caress down Snow's spine through his shirt, teasing the fabric and threatening to tear it off in the process.

He wouldn't damage the goods, but it was fun to play the role of a feral that didn't care.

Snow's cheek was pressed against the dirt as the log kept his rump angled up, tail curled over his lower back and both tail hole and spade exposed, cock drooped down the other side of the log to leave a messy smear all over its bark. He twitched, he did his best to brace himself so that when Ceylon found his mark he would be ready.

He wasn't ready. Not yet. He didn't realize just how big Ceylon had grown between the hind legs. Or, more accurately, he didn't really think about it. A gryphon cock as long as feral thighs was a thing of beauty, something that was more than anyone his size should have been able to handle.

But Ceylon wasn't stopping now, not without the utterance of a safe word. The drake hopped forward and arched his back, loins tensed up to erect his cock, the barbed tip bobbing up and down while spurting strands of gooey mess all over Snow's hindquarters. This lubricated him well, so when Ceylon began to buck and grind, his shaft smeared the concoction all over, soaking snow's lips and tail hole and the underside of his ballsack.

Instinctively, Snow growled and lifted his lips in a snarl, hands wrapped around his head and claws digging into the dirt in anticipation. He still only felt the warmth and subtle prickling of Ceylon's cock tip barbs tickling his flesh, he had no gauge for how large the drake's member had grown.

This blissful ignorance didn't last long. After only a few seconds of grinding and hip gyration on both of their parts, Ceylon's cock tip felt its way between Snow's lips, the angle perfect and the anchor of the barbs keeping it from popping out or slipping away. Once he felt this, he tensed up his legs, angled himself just a bit better, and bucked with all his might to slam his entire length into Snow's passage, his ribbed, barbed and knotted girth plowing through the canine's depths in one fell swoop.

Snow reared back and howled as he felt his partner's massive member force itself into him, the girth of it quickly swelling and growing the moment it felt his hot flesh wrapped around it. He clenched, Ceylon twitched, and the knot briskly expanded to its enclosure, the perfectly shaped canine passage with the knot reservoir - a length of vaginal canal that was looser to house knots while tighter near the opening - clenching to ensure said knot didn't pop out until the seed had been deposited. This sudden burst of pressure followed by the tugging of gryphon knot on the inside of his vulva made him wince and shudder, a mixture of delight and discomfort filling him.

Ceylon pressed down hard, hissing into Snow's ear while Snow bit down on a branch, snapping it in half. The gryphon kept bucking wildly, the knot barely shifting inside while tugging and slamming the canine's passage. Finally, Ceylon calmed and nuzzled the back of Snow's neck, preening the fur as he slowed his aggressive thrusts, eventually calming to the point that the only sensation Snow felt was the throbbing pulsations of Ceylon's heartbeat accompanied by a series of slick spurting ejaculations.

"Why so quick?" Snow asked, snaking his hand between his legs and past his sheath to pluck the corners of his stretched spade, rubbing his clit against the nearest gryphon knot lobe bulge.

"We have places to be, don't we? No point delaying things, right?" Ceylon cooed in Snow's ear. "Unfortunately, we'll be here a little while, won't we?" He then hopped off the canine's back, his cock still firmly tied within him; this left the pair of them rump to rump with Snow draped over the log. The tugging sensation of the gryphon knot on his cookie ensured both continued to feel the deep warmth of continual orgasm coursing through them, the pressure on both sides a wonderful, prolonged climax.

Neither of them chose to speak after that, not while they were still en route to the castle. The bonfire crackled and the sun slowly set, blanketing the region in night while the pair of them remained locked together, the canine's womb getting slowly inflated with gryphon seed.

It wasn't until dusk, as the sun finally hid behind the horizon and the skies faded from orange to blue, that Ceylon's member retreated enough to make it through Snow's tender opening, a guttural squelch accented by a fleshy spatter echoing in the clearing. Much to both of their surprise, very little of Ceylon's essence seeped out of him, leaving him slightly bloated with extra pressure exerting from inside. This was going to make things difficult when it came to sneaking around in search of loot.

Fortunately, Ceylon liked to swap genders at will. Within moments of pulling out, his cock retreated back to his sheath and then the sheath split down the middle, shifting farther back as his orbs got absorbed into his hindquarters and his plump pucker drooped down to match his swelling vulva. Before long, he had shifted entirely to female, her nethers now equine in nature and her hips thick with muscle. She preferred this form, since it was more streamlined for flying.

It also meant that the lingering scent of gryphon musk in the air - despite it being her own - drew her attention. She sauntered back over to Snow as the canine was going over the charts and maps one last time while prone on his belly atop the log, and buried her beak under his tail and probed his depths with her tongue.

He was taken aback at first, but then spread his legs to let her have at him. He propped his haunches up by getting into a kneeling position, raised his tail, and never took his eyes off the maps as Ceylon explored his depths, coaxing as much of her own seed from his depths.

The sensation was pleasant for both, but before the gryphon could bring Snow to a second climax, the sounds of crackling fire rolled out from over a nearby cliff, signalling that another camp had been set up and it was time to leave.

They tossed some dirt on their campfire, packed up their stuff, and were on their way.

Midnight came before they arrived at their destination. A small clearing on the river banks opposite Castle Fierd served as a perfect vantage point to plot their invasion. They both knew it was time to start cross-referencing what they saw with what was on the maps so they could best discern the optimal route in and out.

To their mutual surprise, the castle seemed to be in stunningly sturdy condition. While a few of its walls had fallen or been torn asunder by roots and vines, most of the castle's armaments and ramparts remained fully erect. Nigh untouched. This was both good and bad news for them as treasure hunters. On the positive side, it meant that most of the landmarks and layout would be easy to identify and navigate. On the negative side, it meant that there were definitely bandits or worse having taken refuge inside. No castle could remain in such good condition for so long without regular care.

Ceylon was first to scout. She had shrunk to the size of a small dog or large cat, about the same size as most local raptors. Her natural coloration was vaguely similar to that of a barn owl, so she could probably fly around without drawing much in terms of attention. It was night, and unless they were partying in the castle courtyard, there was little to no chance they'd be able to see her or identify her as anything other than some predator of the moon.

She took one last look at the maps under torchlight, made sure she was where she thought she was relative to the castle's nearest rampart, and then took to the skies to double-check. What she saw was not unexpected. The castle itself was a labyrinthine mess, but it wasn't too complicated when viewed from above. There were multiple courtyards, multiple layers, and turrets that jutted out over cliffs that led to lower levels at the bottom of a waterfall. It was all quite well preserved, but there were also dozens of soldiers patrolling with heavy armour and weapons.

This wasn't just some bandit camp, this was a military outpost. That was bad news. Militia often possessed bows and arrows and were not hesitant to use them. Plus, unlike undisciplined bandits, they were more likely to shoot anything suspicious on sight and were more likely to identify peculiar behaviour of some random gryphon that would land on one of the ramparts.

Of course, it was night, so Ceylon could easily hide in the cracks or remain flying high above. Her night vision was not the best - she was no owl - but it was good enough that she was able to get a proper index of where the patrols were moving, where the soldiers were sleeping, and what the best course of action would be.

Once she was fully aware of how things were going, she went back to Snow and shared the information she gained as well as a potential plan. The artifact they came for was underground, near one of the turrets, hidden behind a sliding brick wall that was activated by a pully and lever system. There was no way they'd get in and out without alerting someone, so they needed a distraction. The pully and lever system was absolutely going to make noise, and while they had the information needed to open the hidden passage, they had no idea how to close it again. They needed to get in, get the relics, and get out before anyone noticed.

The only saving grace of their plan was that the underground access was nowhere near where any of the soldiers were patrolling. There was a good chance that, if all went well, it could be hours or days before anyone even noticed something was amiss.

So, the plan was put into motion and went as intended. Snow got into position just outside the ramparts nearest the only broken-down part of the wall and waited for Ceylon to give the signal from the opposite end of the courtyard. Then, once the signal was given, Snow slipped inside, hid behind some barrels, and waited for another signal, this one a thrown stone since he couldn't peek out over the barrels for fear of being seen.

Next up, Ceylon went and caused a distraction one segment over, knocking over some weapon racks with a stone to draw the attention of the nearest patrol. Snow took this opportunity to slip past the bonfire in the shadows, hiding behind a tent and diving under some linens that were draped over some tools. Once the distraction had concluded and the soldiers assumed it was the wind, Snow was ready.

Ceylon then flew to the other side of the courtyard and waited. There, it was up to snow. He then darted across a pathway while the patrol was looking away, and he stabbed a branch into the ground so that they'd trip on it upon their return. The key was for them to create the distractions themselves, because if they figured out someone was messing with them, they'd go on high alert.

The plan worked flawlessly. While still under the linens, the raised branch caught one of the soldier's greaves and he fell onto a nearby pile of wine barrels, resulting in dozens of others all clamouring around with cups to make sure none of the wine went to waste. Not exactly what they had in mind, but it worked to the same effect.

This served two purposes. The first was to keep the courtyard cleared so that Snow could trigger more subtle traps by lightly adjusting polearms, leaning things against one another so the slightest breeze would knock them over, and pouring out a barrel of mead to soak into some mud, making the route treacherous for the patrols. Perhaps not treacherous, but definitely unpleasant. Most of these soldiers had pristine armour so it was clear they weren't getting dirty out here.

Ceylon took care of the second branch of the distraction. This was where she used her opportunity to dive down, land on the stairwell, and slip underground to follow the passageways to where she needed to be. The distraction would keep the soldiers busy long enough for her to open the passage and get what she needed, and the remainder of the traps would keep them guessing and busy and in need of general clean-up and maintenance while they were escaping, the locals none the wiser.

She was brisk in her actions but nimble with every step. The underground tunnel leading to the hidden passageway was not well lit, so she had to be very careful to not step on or bump into anything. Fortunately for her, the wall mount that housed the pull-switch for the pulley system was only about ten meters away from the first fork in the road. This was, of course, the most dangerous part of the entire excursion since she couldn't have sought out any reconnaissance underground. This was the 'wing it' part of the extraction.

Fortunately, there were no soldiers underground. According to their maps, the dungeons were pretty small and thus had little to no purpose for the soldiers occupying the castle. So of course nobody needed to be down there.

Ceylon slid the lamp post to the side, pulled the lever, and watched with first excitement then disdain as the wall started to creak and shift only to get caught on some rock or dirt and stop less than half-way into its opening. There was enough room for her to enter, but only as a cat sized gryph, half the size she was upon entering. She had the skill to do that, so she focused and shrunk, slipping into the tiny little crevasse to emerge into a small chamber with a velvety pillow upon an altar, the relic atop it.

Eager to get this over with and not waste any time, she flicked open the latch on the treasure chest to make sure the relic was inside, and when she confirmed it was, she darted back out and up the stairs, not worrying too much about making noise. Even if she did get seen, it was night and there was no way anyone could find or hit her with an arrow.

Upon emerging back on ground level, she grew back to the size she was prior to entering, leapt high by rebounding off the castle wall and catching an updraft over a brazier and flapped with all her might to crest the ramparts and be gone!

The job was done, and now she needed to find Snow in the meeting spot. While she was underground in the tunnels, he was supposed to leave and meet up at a nearby clearing. There, they would reconvene and depart as soon as possible.

And there he was. As Ceylon soared above the tallest turrets, she saw a sneaky Snow crouching and darting between trees and bushes, leaving the castle behind. The orange glow of the torches and braziers throbbed from within the courtyard but was quickly dimming as they put it to tail.

Ceylon angled her wings and darted down, bursting between some trees and landing on a log near Snow and depositing the tiny chest with the relic off to the side. "Mission complete!" She chirped, hopping up and down, paws and talons all digging at the rotting tree bark as she began to grow to a more natural size, that of a large dog.

Snow then reached around his back and revealed a small sack of coins. "And look what I found! There's enough gold in here to get hot baths for a week! Nay, a month!"

"Good stuff!" Ceylon plucked the bag from Snow's paws with her beak and tore it open to get a good look. "Yeah, hot showers and meals for a month! Did you count it?"

"No, didn't have time, we can do that in the morning. For now, let's get-" Before he could finish his sentence, he twitched an eye and twisted a leg, slightly uncomfortable.

Ceylon couldn't quite make sense of it until she got a powerful blast of gryphon drake aroma wafting over her, a small dark patch of moisture soaking through the seat of Snow's pants. She grinned, knowing that the dam had broken and that her seed from before had finally escaped. While time was of the essence, she knew they had a little while before anyone even considered searching the surrounding area and there was a solid hundred meters or more between them and the closest castle wall. She pounced Snow and used her beak to tear away his belt and the strings of his trousers, removing his pants with one yank. "You didn't think you could hide this from me, did you?"

"I wasn't hiding anything, you featherbrained-" Once again he was interrupted mid sentence. This time by the sensation of Ceylon's beak nuzzling his sheath, her tongue caressing between his orbs to probe her spade. Only this time, rather than accepting dominance from his gryphon partner, Snow was feeling pretty dominant and happily wriggled out from under Ceylon to take control. He tossed his pants over a nearby branch and grabbed the base of her tail, leaning into her.

She grinned back at him, slowly lowering her head. "Now this is the partner I like!" She declared, happily spreading her legs wider for more balance and to ensure she was at the right height. She was slowly growing, her girth pressing down on the dirt as she continued to widen her stance, hind knees slightly bent and chest to the ground. She clawed at the soil and clenched her lower abdominal region, resulting in a clitoral wink that spurted some of her slick fluids onto his sheath.

"Yeah, I thought so." He growled at her, leaning over her and rubbing his member to slowly peel back his sheath and reveal his slick length. It took no effort for him to expose the entirety of his member, the scrunched up bundle of sheath flesh at the base of his knot as he guided himself to her. His natural fluids all over his canine shaft mixed with hers, parting her plump, velvety lips with ease; this gave him time to hold off and manipulate his member, using the tip to tease her winking clit.

Ceylon played back, clenching her loins and pushing down on him before leaning into him. "Don't you dare make me wait, Snow." She scolded, angling her hips and arching her back to give him a better angle. "We can't stay here too long!"

"Yeah, I know!" He growled pleasantly into her ear. Once he was sure of his footing and his angling, he leaned into her and pushed as hard as he could, slowly burying his cock deep within her. The gryphon's lips parted with ease, sliding over his member and hungrily closing around the base of his knot, locking him in place with a wink of her clit and a clench of her entrance.

This was by no means unfamiliar to him but he was still shocked at how well she could milk him after these many months. Despite having a pussy that could handle dragons - plural, not singular - she still felt tight as a virgin to him. He tried to tug, to thrust a bit, but found that she had a grip on him so tight he couldn't pull out, at least not at first. Instead of resist her, he simply gyrated and rocked his hips, shifting his knot inside her.

In an effort to keep things exciting, she flexed one muscle at a time, alternating between rump cheeks to tilt his member back and forth, the length of it caressing her inner walls, only to stop and then alternate between both at once and her clit, making his shaft bob up and down inside her. They both paused to giggle for a moment only to have Ceylon then clench with all her muscles and arch her back, tugging and wrenching on his knot with all her might.

He bared his teeth and grabbed a hold of the plumage around her neck as he pushed into her, letting her velvety lips kiss his sheath, tug his knot, and caress his length. He knew he couldn't last long, not with the risk of being caught and the intensity in which she was milking him, but he did his best to resist. He wasn't going to finish without making sure she made a mess, too.

Except he didn't have too much of a choice. His own spade was leaking gryphon seed, its gooey mess trickling out over the tip of his cookie to spatter on the ground behind them. He tried to clench his own loins, to keep it from seeping out, but this just swelled more pressure into his cock, making him even more sensitive and weak to her fleshy wiles.

Ceylon was aware of this; she started gyrating her hips to get the most out of him, angling herself in every which way, her walls tensing and pulsating against every grind of his knot lobes against her. She winked, she pushed down, she pulled up, and she kept rotating until Snow took control again.

This time he gripped her hip with one hand and the base of her tail with the other, ensuring all the dominance he had over her. He pusher her away while pulling back, his knot popping out of her with a burst of combined fluids to join the growing puddle beneath them. His shaft remained inside her, a copious flow of mess seeping out of her and soaking his inner thighs and balls in the process. Then, once he got a chance to grind against her soaking lips, he forced himself back in her once again, the resulting squelch echoing through the clearing, their stifled grunts and calls of pleasure barely catching in their throats before alerting the soldiers to their presence.

Both wanted to continue, to really push past the barrier of risk, but the combination of Ceylon wanting to milk him for all he had and Snow being close before ever pulling out in the first place, it wasn't long at all before he felt a climax coming on.

Yet he wasn't content to tie her. No, he was in the sort of mood that only came from a successful adventure. He wanted more, and he knew she did too. Rather than just pound her with all his might and relax as his balls pumped his own seed into her, he instead immediately pulled back out and slammed himself back in repeatedly, her lips quivering and belching bits of air and fluid every time. He was close, but that didn't stop him from pumping his knot through her opening time and time again, its underside grinding against her clit and his bulges distending her vulva in spite of how stretchy she was.

Before long, however, the knot stopped having that same effect. Her pussy was sloppy with excitement, eager to take all of him and let his girth pop in and out of her. While a knot usually locked in a tie and wasn't meant to be used for thrusting, he was aggressive and she was eager enough that his bulging lobes burst in and out of her with ease, bringing her to a climax that echoed out in the clearing, reverberating off the nearest walls of the castle!

He, too, could hold back no longer. With one final thrust he grabbed her tail and forced himself in as deep as he could go, satisfied as a warmth emanated through his body. He felt her flesh constrict him, her fluids caress him, and the tickle of her tail feathers teasing his chest. All at once he howled to the moon, silently keeping himself from making a sound as he emptied himself into her; all he could hear was her call, all he could feel was her passage sucking him dry. And all he wanted was to give her everything he had!

And to make matters even more sloppy, the seed left in him was oozing out of his spade, soaking his balls and inner thighs en route to soaking into the ground between his legs. He slowly pulled out of Ceylon, allowing his seed to seep out of her between her plump lips and his bulging knot, adding to the mess.

She looked back at him over her shoulder and he looked down at her as his cock lurched out of her, the gryphon's clit caressing him on his exit. He was about to whisper some compliment or sexy tease when they both heard the sound of armour clanging in the distance followed by the sound of arrows whipping by their heads.

"Time to go!" He said before hopping away, leaving her empty as he grabbed his pants and disappeared into the woods. It appeared they didn't have as much time as they thought.

Likewise, she grabbed the relic and the left-behind sack of coins and quickly darted after him, winking one last time to expel as much of the mess as she could all over the leaves and branches. While lost past the treeline, she grabbed him by the back of the shirt and tossed him up onto her shoulders, her form steadily growing to that of a horse with her wings up to shield him from the branches and vines. The soldiers would be mad to chase them into woods this dense in the middle of the night.

They had escaped, leaving only a puddle of gryphon drake and canine essence in the clearing. Another successful adventure!