Thrill of the Hunt

It was a perfect balmy October morning, just days after spring had hit the coast with irresistible appeal. The weather was perfect, winter had vanished, the first birds were singing and the flowers blooming.

With the warm, rising sun Louise stretched her arms, then her legs for fifteen seconds each. Winter had been long and she had been sloppy in her exercise routine, but now she was determined to get back in shape before summer. She was decided to spend Christmas wearing a bikini on a tropical beach.

She ran in place to get her heart going, her MP3 player blasting her favorite playlist. She tuned out the rest of the world, specially her husband's constant whining

as she walked out of the house.

It wasn't that two of them didn't enjoyed each other, she and David enjoyed their social life and over the years they had acquired a certain fame amidst the high

society of the city. She had created around herself an atmosphere of warmth and elegance that people loved. She did it not only for him and their friends but for herself as well.

David had always provided handsomely for her, since he had become a partner in his family's lucrative law firm they had accrued a small fortune, never needing to work. The man had always been generous with her and their only daughter.

They had married as soon as she graduated from college, he got into his family's firm, while she would take care of their house, and a few years later become a stay at home mother.

And she'd never had any regrets, or at least that's what she repeated to herself every night. David supported her in her decision to stay at home, there was no need

for her to work. And for twenty years, she had devoted herself full-time to David and their only daughter, Christina. She had baked cookies, organized school fairs, ran the school's PTA every year, spent countless hours helping Christina with her homework.

She was, and had been, the perfect wife for him, but he had profound disregard for the work she did every day.

Their marriage wasn't completely dead, they still shared laughter, and snuggled beneath the covers on cold winter days. But, she felt a growing restlessness inside of her, she needed to figure out what she was going to do with herself.

She could no longer imagine her life simply continuing like that, with their daughter now going to college she would be left alone with him. For twenty-one years of her marriage, her life had entirely and unreservedly revolved around him.

Those days needed to be over.

Jogging in the morning gave her a small measure of peace. It centered her. For a little while she could step out of her life and just be one with the nature that surrounded her.

It was all about taking care of herself, for a few moments simply forgetting her husband or the incoming gala that she would need to organize.

At forty she was still in good shape, a little too padded, but her curves always drew eyes wherever she walked in, and even dressed in jogging clothes and with her long, charcoal-black hair tied in a pony-tail she made for a striking figure.

Nature had always been an alluring distraction in her life. She could tune out all the rest of the world and enjoy the sounds and smell. She stopped by a bench for a second and watched the ducks go around the water, fishing for little pieces of food.

She made her way along the back side of the trail where the forest is thick on the sides and she could barely see inside. She loved the forest for all of the vitality it represented. To her, it was a symbol of life and nature. She sat down for a moment against a tree and faced the lake.

She loved the way the water inextricably lapped up against the concrete shore. She watched it go in and out and thought about everything going on.

She was so distracted by the beauty of nature, she didn't even notice the movements amidst the forest making its way towards her.

On her second lap around the park, passing under a pair of large trees that bent together to form a natural archway, she came to a place where sunlight poured into a break in the tree cover. At the far side of the clearing, a trail led into another section of park in which spruces, laurels, and sycamores grew closer together than elsewhere.

As Louise was about to step out of the sun and continue, a gryphon burst from the dry brush on her right and ran straight towards her, panting and chuffing. It was a golden Gryphon, pure of breed by the look of it. A male, obviously. He seemed young, not fully grown yet, it was barely as big as a pony, he retained some of the sprightliness of a puppy, but had already much of the strength of an adult. Its coat was dirty, tangled, snarled, full of broken feathers, and scarred wounds. He stopped in front of Louise, sat, cocked its head, and looked at her with an undeniably friendly expression.

Filthy as it was, the animal was nonetheless appealing.

Louise half-expected the creature to pounce her at any moment, but the creature just stood there, inspecting the woman with his big, curious eyes.

“Do you have an owner, boy? Someone I should call?"

The Gryphon nodded.

“You are lost?"

It nuzzled her hand.

Louise patted the gryphon's head and scratched behind its ears.

“Looks like you've had a difficult journey."

The Gryphon chirped softly, as if agreeing.

Louise chuckled, she had heard stories about the creature's intelligence, but it was still impressive to see how well gryphons seemed to understand human speech. She

continued to stroke its back and scratch its ears, but after a minute or two she decided it would be better to go back to her home.

“On your way now," she said with a tired whisper and gave the gryphon a light slap on its side.

The Gryphon remained in front of her.

She stepped past it, heading for the narrow path that descended towards her house, her husband should be waiting for her so they could eat breakfast.

The Gryphon bolted around her and blocked the path.

“Move along, beast!" Louise grunted.

The Gryphon flared his wings and growled low in its throat.

“Well, I have to get going!" Louise said, trying to move away from the gryphon.

The gryphon wasn't having any of it.

He chased her down for a second and stopped in front of her, his feathers ruffled in what Louise recognized as a mating display.

“My… uh…" she smiled nervously as it dawned on her what the gryphon desired. He was an adult, looking for a mate and she had heard stories about how gryphons could smell human's arousal and mistake it for a female in heat.

She also had heard the stories of the gryphon's animalistic lust, they were said to have sexual stamina unequaled by anyone. Rumor had it that they could come again and again without going soft.

Just the idea of being held in place, helpless, while a huge gryphon male filled her for hours made Louise's blood run cold.

Louise swallowed hard and tried not to think about that.

Louise couldn't help herself—she stared. She'd seen creatures like him in movies and images, but nothing she'd seen had even remotely prepared her for how incredibly beautiful he was. She'd seen her fair share of big men, usually working as bodyguards for her husband, but this gryphon made even the largest, manliest guys she'd seen look frail in comparison. His was a wild, feral beauty, his scars showed of a live of fights and struggles.

Her gaze followed along the way over that enormous bulge in his crotch, those balls as big as orange and only the tip of his cock appearing out of the sheath. He was looking her over too, Louise realized, assessing her the same way she was assessing him. And from the blazing look in his eyes he liked what he was seeing.

She could almost feel the beast touching her with that heated gaze. The desire to mate strong in his eyes. Her nipples hardened into tight little points and her sex suddenly felt wet and tingly when he glanced at her.

The gryphon pounced across the distance that separated the two. He was at her side in under a second, purring content as he rubbed himself against her legs, a low grow in his throat. He felt hot, tempting, the lust only a wild beast could project.

Louise felt it rushing her system. The look in those hot golden eyes went beyond any rational emotion, there was a consuming need to breed in their golden depths. She stared down at him, unable to speak, almost unable to breathe. He looked utterly ferocious, beyond terrifying. And absolutely exciting.

Louise had a brief mental image of the beast sniffing from her neck all the way down to her crotch and…

The forbidden thought was what finally made her will snap, she looked at the gryphon, a wicked smile in her face as she started jogging into the nearby tree line, just far enough away that it would be hard for a passer-by to see them.

After ten meters or so, Louise took off her jogging shorts and flung them aside.

She was the prize of the hunt waiting for her hunter. He emerged with his golden eyes gleaming, a wicked grin, and his hard cock sliding out of his sheath for the whole world to see.

Now, she was drowning in pleasure. It was tearing through her system like wildfire, destroying her rational mind as she felt the beast coming closer, his bigger body pouncing over her with lustful desire. In a moment she was pinned against the ground, the warm and hard body of the beast pressing her down as his shaft rubbed against her ass, the precum coming out smeared her, mixed with her own fluids.

There would be no holding back with the gryphon, Louise felt the lustful hunger of the creature over her, his claws digging against the ground as he humped against her ass, more and more of his cock sliding out of his sheath.

Heat surrounded the engorged crest, streaked up the shaft, and tore through his entire system.

Some instinct inside him was screaming, Mine. His. She belonged to him.

Louise felt her breath catch in her throat as the old uncertainty came rushing back.

“Wait!" She tried to wiggle away from the gryphon and failed.

The look in his glowing golden eyes was one of pure lust.

He kissed her mouth, a long, slow kiss as his beak covered her mouth, his long tongue penetrating her mouth, it left Louise aching for more.

Louise wanted to protest further but she was rapidly losing all capability of speech, the gryphon was licking and sucking her neck, his hot tongue tracing a ticklish trail down over her collarbones and spine, with a powerful bite he cut down her sports bra, her breasts popping out.

His beak was then hovering over her pussy. His hot breath made Louise shiver though he hadn't even touched her yet.

Maybe he'll just be content to rub against me, she thought frantically. Maybe he won't actually have to…

She lost her train of thought abruptly as the gryphon leaned down and gave her a long, slow lick at the exact spot where her right thigh met her body. Louise moaned as he did the same thing on the other side and then pressed his cheek against the top of her mound and rubbed like a cat.

He was marking her with his scent.

She could feel his breath against her again, blowing hot over her slippery folds, and it felt like her heart was going to pound its way out of her chest.

The look of reverent desire in his eyes were Louise's undoing. No one had ever looked to her like this, had ever wanted so badly to see and taste and fuck her body as the gryphon so clearly needed to.

Spreading her thighs wide, she leaned back and opened herself completely for him.

The gryphon kissed her, teased her with his long and thick tongue. He lapped up the excess fluids that dripped on her inner tights. He pressed the flat of his tongue against her, covering the entire length of her open pussy, his claws gripped around her tights, leaving red marks.

Louise gasped at the sensation of enveloping heat. The movements of his tongue made it seem like it was everywhere at once. It felt agonizingly hot and wet and perfect.

She wanted more. She needed more.

Excitedly, she moved against him, the gryphon gave a soft, lustful growl and tightened his grip on her thighs.

Encouraged by his wordless approval, she did it again and then again and again until she was rubbing against his tongue shamelessly, working herself against him as her pleasure built and built until she felt like she was going to explode.

“God…" she gasped, clawing at the ground with both hands. The delicious feeling of his hot tongue against her sensitive pussy was amazing, intoxicating. She was close…so close… But just as she was about to be thrown into a mind-shattering orgasm, he pulled back.

The big beast purred, getting in position above her. Louise gasped as she felt his weight over her, the warmth of his body enveloping even as she felt the tip of his cock rubbing against her ass, smearing it with his precum.

Louise looked down at herself, she was on all fours, being mounted by such a big beast like some bitch. Her legs were spread to this animal, any rational though long purged from her mind as it was consumed by the singular desire of breeding. She was ready to be taken, ready to be fucked.

And that was exactly what the gryphon wanted to do.

“Please," she whispered, reaching for him. “Please, I can't wait any more."

The gryphon reached between them and Louise drew in a quick, hissing breath when she felt the sharp probe of his cock sliding over the heated, slippery folds of her

pussy.

God, this was it! She was really going to do it!

She felt the sharp, barbed head of his cock breach her entrance and then he was sliding quickly forward, the wild lust moving him fast.

Louise couldn't help wincing a little. He was so big! But she told herself that she wanted this, she could stand it.

The big cock got swollen at the base, forming a knot larger than her closed fist, it teased her clit ceaselessly, causing her pussy to get even more wet, making her slick and wet to ease his entrance. At the same time, she felt his cock stretching her open, widening her pussy just for him, to allow his shaft to enter and making her sure that her husband would never be able to pleasure her like this.

“Oh!" she gasped. “Oh, that feels…feels so fucking good!"

The gryphon roared his immoral dominance over her, a heavy paw resting on her shoulder.

“Yes!" Louise screamed. “Yes!"

Louise cried out in sudden pleasure as she felt his long, thick shaft slide all the way inside her.

God, he was so much bigger than her husband, bigger than anything she had ever experienced.

Louise looked down to the place where they were joined. God, was that really her? Was it really the shy little socialite lying here wantonly open for an animal? Legs spread wide and pussy impaled, stretched to the limit by his thick cock, buried to the root in her cunt!

“Lord," she groaned and the gryphon roared in response.

“Hey, watch this!" she heard the voice, but it barely registered, a couple of middle-aged men appeared just over the course, attracted by the sounds of the wild mating. Louise couldn't focus on them, couldn't even care for their eyes as they watched entranced to the debauched act being played in front of them.

Slowly, the gryphon withdrew almost all of his cock, sliding his shaft, shiny with her cunt fluids, gradually out until only the last thick inch and the sharp head remained inside her.

“Oh!" Louise moaned.

With a deep roar that scared the couple of humans, he thrust all the way inside her again until Louise could feel the sharp, barbed head of his cock pressing hard against the end of her channel, kissing the mouth of her womb.

God, it felt good. So good she only had one thought.

“More!" She begged unashamedly. “I want more!"

With a deep groan, he withdrew and slid into her again, and again, and again, finding a rhythm that threatened to destroy her sanity as he fucked deeply into her pussy.

Louise reveled in the deep thrust and pull of his thick shaft inside her, with a soft moan, she began to work her hips, catching his rhythm, thrusting up at the same time he thrust down.

Louise's mouth opened, but she couldn't make out the words, couldn't stop herself from moaning loudly, the pleasure inside her was like a drug, she needed more and more and more…

The thought stopped her. There was some reason why humans shouldn't have sex with gryphons, why she shouldn't let him do this… Something about their mating pheromones. Their mating pheromones are like a drug, an incredibly powerful fertility drug and you're being subjected to it every minute you're with him.

More passing joggers noticed the couple wrapped around each other in the tree line, fucking like no tomorrow. Louise didn't stop. If anything, the crowd's presence turned her on even more.

Louise shivered at the spike of lust from the crowd around her, watching her being mounted like an animal in heat. God, that was exactly what she wanted.

“Fuck me!" she cried aloud. Several of the voyeurs were masturbating, some had tried to get closer, but the gryphon was quick to snap at anyone that came too close, it seemed the animal didn't care if the humans watched, but he wouldn't allow inferior males to touch his breeding bitch.

She was groaning and howling together with the gryphon, rationality suppressed by the wild lust. She felt his hip hitting her ass as he began to drive into her, fast hard strokes that kept her just a breath from climax, as his claws held her place.

God, feels so good…so right…They both groaned, in that moment they were two animals locked into a breeding frenzy. Louise had the urge to have him inside her, all of him. To feel his thick cock filling her, stretching her to the limit and filling her with his hot, thick seed.

Louise felt herself stretching, her pussy opening as it never had before. Then there was a warm sliding sensation and a throbbing around her entrance that was intensely pleasurable, the prelude for an orgasm.

The gryphon's knot filled and stimulated her at the same time, overwhelmed her nerve endings. Louise rocked experimentally against him, feeling the hot, hard flesh rubbing her sensitive pearl once more.

God, it felt incredible!

He was completely inside of her now, the knot tying them together.

The feeling almost brought tears to her eyes and a feeling of wholeness she'd never felt before swept over her. In that moment Louise felt herself to be completely opened and owned. She knew that his knot was filling her, could feel it swelling to lock them together, but there was no pain. Only the pleasure of being so completely taken by a wild animal. Only the delicious knowledge that the gryphon was all the way inside her and that he would be there for a long, long time.

“Bite me!" She was screaming the words as she felt his thrusts increase, felt his cock ramming into her, sliding heatedly through his own pre-come and the thick cream that coated her. Her orgasm was getting closer. So close. Just another breath, another thrust. He came over her, a growl, animalistic and rough sounding at her ear a second before his beak bit into her shoulder, his tongue rasping the wound and sending her over the edge.

She lost her mind as the painful pleasure of the bite and his hard driving thrusts pushed her over the edge, she exploded into a cataclysm of bursting lights and sensation. Every nerve ending resonated in pleasure. Every cell swelled in wicked bliss until the release poured from him, only to be stopped by the knot-hard swelling that locked deep inside her cunt as his seed began to pulse from his cock to fill her hungry womb.

Each hard spurt of semen triggered another smaller explosion in her pussy. Each hard throb of the knot locked inside her had her screaming in pleasure until she could do nothing but lay beneath him, shuddering convulsively, the ecstasy never-ending. She moaned weakly as she felt the swelling decrease and his cock slide regretfully from the hot grip she had on it. He collapsed over her, covering her with his wings, surrounding her with his warmth as exhaustion began to slip over her.

Looking back to the trail, she heard cheers from the voyeurs.