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Scales and Honor: Darkened Skies

Chapter 29: A Gryphon's Embrace

The next week crawled along like a slug, days ate spent swallowed by books began to grind against even Nivra's resolve. Words began to melt together, trail along without end. It was not even uncommon for her to drift away into the escape of slumber, only to awaken some time later to herself cuddled up tight with her onyx and silver feathered bodyguard. She'd blush, right herself and peer around the ever-increasing pile of books to see if her former master had noticed. If she did the elf didn't show it, she'd be engrossed in her own book, ears twitching as she'd turn a page.

Voidwing, despite not flourishing as she did in the work was supportive of her. Though during this time he'd try his best to flirt, he'd even fluff up his wings, slowly opening them to captivate her. She'd giggle and remember his mating display weeks back and how he leapt like a rabbit. He'd dip his head, splay his ear and go off in a sheepish way that always had her rub his neck and assure him he was fine.

She'd decided to put in her all to cracking the whereabouts of this temple, and that meant no rest. She'd often find herself glaring at Arcturus as he took one of several breaks with the red dragon in tow. She minded her tongue now, for when she'd asked, he had insisted she'd kill herself if she toiled about her work in this manner it'd kill her. Well joke was on them! The temple's location was close at hand.

They'd narrowed it down even further to outside Struport and to the east. Far below the ocean's surface and hidden by rocks covered in growths of lumescient seaweed. It was the resting place of a captured teal dragon that served some being called the Emperor. The mortal kind from years passed had stolen the souls of his most trusted dragons as punishment for their crimes. She'd wondered how exactly the coming peace would be for her people. How many would call for hangings? What else would they be judged for? There had been many years of tensions and wars. So many border skirmishes and land grabs that it seemed there would be no end to the complaints and entitlements that were coming. In away it would be easier to continue the war and never face judgement for such deeds. Better off to just conquer the new territories and never address it. You couldn't be judged by outside laws if you took them over after all. She'd turned the page, pondering what demons her father's people had lurking beneath the surface.

The first day of winter made up for lost time with a mighty chill that snatched the land. She'd been forced to obtain bulkier wool undergarments, paired with an aquamarine scarf that she'd toss around her neck during the worst of it. It also had marked the third day that Lyndis had been absent from the library. What had started out as suspicion of her whereabouts had turned into genuine concern about just where she'd disappeared off to. To her surprise she was told quite the tale when she pried. Arcturus and Crimson spinning her this grand story of deeper lands in the fairy realm, strange plants out of nightmares, and golden eyed wraiths with burning crowns. Though she was glad to know the Drenedarian rogue was alright, it unnerved her that they'd kept this from her. Not telling anyone about even meeting the dragoness Fremra. Older days of her father and the going about his country ate away at her as she watched the knight in his work. What else could they be keeping from her?

It was not just the secret that concerned her. It was the prize that they had rescued from the other realm. The green dragon, one son of the Emerald Lady. She'd grown up hearing about this dragoness and witnessing her deeds first hand. Thanks to that green scaled ness her father had been twisted about, fear ruling over his choices. What were the chances this one wouldn't be playing a game as well? Charm them all about with a devilish tongue and watch as they set about each other's throats. When asked the red dragon insisted that the green dragon with onyx underscales and lime green wing membranes could be trusted. The fact that they almost died for him as a testament to his character and just how important he was to Lyndis. Nivra remained skeptical. One dragon had already been a handful and now they had a second one?

She started the mornings like each one before it. Rising from her warmed silk sheets and giving a mighty yawn very unbefitting of a princess as she stretched away her grogginess. Voidwing then stirred and she'd scratch under his beak till he wiggled. His pleasure filled chirps lit a sun in her chest as he would press against her, seeking more of her wandering fingers. She'd prepare her spells next in near silence, most of them geared towards research, spells to boost the eyes like owl's wisdom or enchant the intelligence like fox's cunning. Then they'd scamper off to a light meal of oats mixed with eggs. Generally served by a cheerful young maiden that would toss a bowl of multicolored fruit Voidwing's way. Then it was off into the busy and cold streets, wrapping her scarf around her as the weather did it's best to slice at her skin with little icy talons. She'd mount her gryphon when offered, quickly raising above the city in a manner of wingbeats and flick of his silver tuft tail.

This morning brought an oddity from the others before it. Usually the sun would rise above the waves, casting a radiating glow over everything. Bringing a sense of warmth and life to the landscape. Though today that was all but a pipe dream. Thick, stone grey clouds covered the usually blue sky like a thick gauze. Casting a dreariness about the air that had the princess holding tight her gryphon's fur between her gloved fingers. Though it was not all bad, from the clouds came bodies of small snowflakes. They wisked through the air, making her shield her eyes with a hand. Voidwing happily snapped at a few of them as they soared over the roof tops to the library.

She laughed as he trilled, remining herself of other days where they'd slide down the hills near her home. Sleds made from tree bark that had them both speeding near out of control down the snowy slopes. More than once that adorable black gryphon wound up tossed into the snow, rump raised in the air and head buried in the field of white. She was shaken from her memory by the bodyguard planting his hinds on the ground, flapping his wings several times before pinning them against his back. They had arrived while she'd been losing herself in his cute face.

“Lost in thought?" He peaked his head to the side, eyeing her up and down. “I didn't think that you'd be so tired." Concern swirled around those apricot spheres. “Perhaps its best if you stop the research for a bit. Maybe take a break? See an opera? I'd hate to see the other's predictions ring true."

She scratched his ear when she dismounted, silencing his concern as he pushed into the touch. She giggled at the display. Did all gryphons do that? She'd have to try it with Krotos and see one of these days. “It's not that my diligent soft paws." She waved off his concern as they greeted the guards and headed inside. “You mistake me for a chick yet unable to rest my wings in the sky. You needn't worry. I can take care of myself." She leaned back, following along with the dusting the courtyard was receiving. “ T'was pondering about the snow, and how humorous it was when you ended up rear up in the snow banks." She giggled, stifling herself with a hand.

“Oh." His ears splayed with a flick of his tail. “Why must you always remember the times I crash? Surely there has to be more memories that amuse you."

“Yes, but not as much as those." Her hands traveled to her waist, a smile tugging at her lips. She didn't want him to be sour about all this. She just had to batter away those insecurities. “But to amuse you. How about that time during the winter months we'd engage in those snow ball fights? How you made these larger than normal sized ones cause your talons couldn't make the smaller ones."

He looked away with a sigh. “And I missed you."

“Right!" She laughed, resting a hand on his warm neck. “And how that guard took it right to the nose. Never seen a man so red and cross with you in my life. I bet we could have cooked some steak on him he was so hot headed."

“It wasn't that funny." The gryphon's tail smacked one of the tree-like bookcases. “I had to buy that man diner to make up for it. Another time that sticks out?"

She sighed, memories swirling around her that warmed her heart. “Fine then mr cute wing. How about that time you were all handsome and adorable?" She slung the arm around his neck, leaning into him as he guided her towards the usual spot. “The one that makes my heart flutter about like a hummingbird."

“Which one was that?" He looked away from her.

She let him linger on his thoughts for a fraction of a moment, the gears turning in his head as he awaited the answer. She replied with a wider smirk, thrusting a finger into his feathery neck. “All the times foolish bird! Maybe that's why father picked you hmm?" She laughed as he sighed, looking away from her. Though she did take note his ears were raised, flicking back and forth. Like he was trying to hide his smile on his beak. When his feathers fluffed up with a happy chirp she knew it was certain.

“I doubt your father chose me based on his daughter's thoughts on my cuteness. Seems like the last thing actually."

“You have caught me. How smart you are." She pulled away and crossed her arms, pretending to be hurt by holding up her nose. This proved exceptionally difficult when the gryphon wrapped his head around her chest and pulled her closer with a pleased warble.

“How can I compete with such a liar?"

“You can't prove it." She smiled, cheeks burning as he held her against his chest. Her hands rose to trace around his eyes. His soft rumble through his neck trickled down her spine, setting a pleasing glow about her that almost had her close her eyes and lean back into him. “Fine…But I did pick you out of the others."

“I find that hard to believe." He whispered back, his doubts shining through his demeanor.

“I speak the truth. When I gazed upon the others and how they fought. Sure, you proved to be better or near equal of some. But I saw something inside you Voidy." She thought back that moment. Panting with a curled tail over the pinned body of a much larger gryphon. How he displayed such determination to prove himself during that test against then the other applicants. “I saw the fire burning within you, one that none could hope to match in its intensity. I knew then I needed that in my life. You'd never left me down."

“Th…thanks." He stammered, settling onto his hinds and wrapping his wings around them both.

“Oh shush that cute beak." She leaned back, content to remained trapped in her feather prison. He inundated her senses with each breath she took. Forming tendrils of pleasure that tickled about her heart, making the coming parting ever harder to stomach. Even her heart seemed determined to match his beating! Alas, things needed to come to an end. She had work to do, and pleasure could come later. With a mournful grown she freed herself from his neck, kissing at his silver striped beak and insisting they get back to work. “Even if I don't wish to."

“Hopefully it doesn't kill us." He yawned, snapping his beak as he let her go. “Another day of near boredom is better I suppose than action."

“Don't tell me." She planted a finger on his beck. “You rather missed the orcs and the trolls."

“Well it was a chance for me to do what I do." He pulled back with a beak parted smile. “I feel like I'm sitting on my paws here. Maybe tonight we go out and listen to an opera, something other then the reading of peoples long dead. I'm sure that Shandalar can last one night without the assistance or her pupil."

He was right of course. Perhaps she was in a need of a break? Finally heading the words when spoken from her lovely gryphon rather than a knight. His eyes whispered sweet promises as they held her within a warmth that snaked along her bones. She blushed, remembering the night of passion they'd shared on their first arrival. True they wanted to try something more, but the workload had kept them from it. His tilted head was the final nail in the coffin.

“You really wish to see an opera?"

“Maybe. I know how you like them." He rolled his eyes away from her, wiggling his tail.

“Says the gryphon that also likes them. I swear you're the first gryphon I know that likes humanoid singing. Other gryphon guards couldn't stand it."

“Well, they were uptight feather butts, right? I find human's chirping to be rather lovely. Especially…" He looked away with splayed ears. “Your chirping."

“It's called singing you know." She teased as they finally came into the area of their study. Shandalar was surrounded by books with only her ears peaking out behind the stacks. The wizard waved to her casually, not even glancing up from her pages as she toiled about.

“It should be called trilling or chirping. How it's still signing is beyond me." The gryphon settled around her red cushioned chair, snatching up one of the numerous books with his talons. “Hopefully I don't rip another book by accident."

“I wouldn't say that too loudly." She whispered back, cracking open a black-spined book covered in a silver spiderweb design. “The caretaker might kick you out."

“Make books more gryphon friendly and we'll talk about that." He flopped his head down onto the pages, starting his busy work with a thump of his tail.

“I'll share the message for book makers everywhere." She stroked his head, casting a spell to increase his perception. He thanked her with a chirp and nuzzling of her hand.

“So, after this…Opera then?"

“Yes, fine you persistent cute bird." She rolled her eyes, crossing her legs on the chair. “We can go to your opera of all things after we're done here."

“Its always good for a break you know." Shandalar suddenly blurted, making it look as though the books were talking. “The mind eventually cracks and wavers."

Now even her former master was hoping onto her with that? She found herself setting the book down and staring at those pointed ears. “And yet, you have not stopped since our arrival. What do you know of resting ones eyes?"

“Maybe so young one. Though I have a few hundred years of practice." The elf held up a finger over the stacks. “I'd listen to your friends. They speak much wisdom."

“You're siding with them?"

“Not siding with them. Merely pointing out a fact. If you wish to break yourself go ahead. Just be aware that I offered some words and warned you."

“Noted." She went back to the book. Something about mysteries of the oceans. She had thought about searching through it ever since the revelation it was under the water. Perhaps it had been mistaken as something else? She flipped through the many pages gleaming through paragraph after paragraph of knowledge. Book after book this went about, until everything started to mush together into a blur of text and empty space. By the time Crimson showed up she was ready to toss the next book at his head.

The red dragon came strolling in, happily holding a basket between his jaws with a bounce in his step and twitch of his frills. He settled down onto his haunches by his makeshift chair, nosing at the wicker basket as Arcturus sat down next to him, greeting the others with a wave.

“Can we have it now?" The red eyed the basket with the curiosity of a gryphon chick, thumping his tail as the paladin undid the top.

“And you say others need to be patient?"

“They do." Crimson placed a paw to his chest. “but I'm not everyone, now am I?"

Nivra eyed the two as they went back in forth with little compliments, ending with Crimson demanding that he get some of this hot chocolate that the innkeeper had insisted they try. The wizard watched on with a captured interest as the knight poured a brown liquid into a rather large bowl. It steamed across the surface, curling up around the inquisitive red's snout.

“I guess he wasn't kidding. It is hot. Ever had it?"

“We've discussed this." Arcturus chuckled, raising the mug to his lips. “No."

“Well…if it's as good as he said. I'll have to go lay thick the praises…as I demand more of course."

The princess rolled her eyes as the dragon took several long licks, rumbling his approval at the taste and trilling till Shandalar told him to silence his tongue. He narrowed his eyes at her, yet didn't offer a rebuttal. Instead he went back to slurping away, yet keeping his jubilant tones to himself. Nivra found herself staring at them for far longer than she would have liked, pondering what they were keeping from her. She knew it was rather silly, but she couldn't shake the feeling. Like a bug was slowly crawling up the back of her spine. She went back to her books, but her attention didn't stay there. Not when Crimson started rolling around the ground like an unruly animal.

His purrs had started up something small, flopping onto his back as Crimson talked about how everything was starting to get all fuzzy. Then they grew louder, soon consuming the air as he pawed at the air and swiped his tail. Unfortunately, the long red snake took out every book stack that was around the area, making a gigantic mess of unread pages. Though Arcturus tried to stop his movements, it seemed as though the red dragon was drugged out of his mind.

“But its sooooo good." He rumbled, rubbing his head against the man and knocking him over. “Why are you not like this too?"

“Could you not?" Shandalar backed away, angrily eyeing the red's swishing tail like it was an enemy to be bested. Nivra had hid behind her chair as the tail wiggled about the area like a bat to strike anything in its way. Even Voidwing was hiding with her, curled protectively like wall.

“I can't stop him!" Arcturus leapt onto his mate's tail, but was useless as he too was wiggled back and forth like an unruly giant “Come on now!"

“Oooo." The dragon purred. “Now you're getting handsy." His tail swiped over a stack of books sending a few of them to crash against the shelves with a cacophony of smacks.

“You're going to…" Sweat started to bead on the man's forehead as he struggled to keep hold of that wriggling appendage. “Wreck the entire library!"

Shandalar side stepped as the tail took out a stack of books next to her, she twirled her hand as she half-heartily peered up from her book. Yellow magical lights traced around her fingertips eventually springing forth as a large spectral hand that flung itself onto the dragon's tail.

“Oh, now you need help?" Crimson cackled, flopping his head onto the ground. His tail persisted, with only the strength that a dragon could achieve. “You can't stop me!"

Nivra peered on in interest, captivated as they tried to put an end to the wiggling and squirming dragon. He happily warbled, like it was just some giant game they were trying to play. No books, cart, pads of paper, quills, vials of ink. None could stand up to the playful dragon.

Voidwing pounced, his beak having been following it the entire time. Like a cat waiting for its prey. “Got you!" He squawked happily, grunting when his talons wrapped around the squirming red and sat his haunches on his scales. “Try moving now!"

“Awwwwww!" Crimson went limp, resting his horned head on the floor. He pawed the air as he wrinkled his snout. “You're no fun. It even took two of you to stop my tail!"

“You mean three?" Arcturus wrapped his arms around tight.

“Fine, I'll give you some token credit. Without that band though you could do nothing against my tail." The red smirked without looking, flicking his tail tip. The only bit that wasn't being imprisoned by magical hand or heavier gryphon. “Though why must you ruin my fun when I feel so…." He pawed at his chest. “So…fluffy. I bet you're all jealous of me."

“You have scales." Voidwing tilted his head with a curious chirp. “Whats gotten into you?"

“I'll second that question." Arcturus chimed in as Crimson's snout curled up to tease at the man's chest. “You're acting like a hatchling!"

“Maybe that was my plan all along?' The dragon rumbled, licking about the man's face.

“Did your plans involve bringing ruin to my library?" Fremra slithered in with a trembling voice, setting her hardened purple slits on the pinned dragon before her. An aura of cold lingered about her movements, her tail swaying as if a threat. Her eyes traveled to each discarded book, her talons tapping the ground as she took in each opened spine, every pool of leaked ink. “I should really toss you into a lake for this. The coldest I could find." She closed the distance between their snouts in a heartbeat, snarling with her teeth bared. “Why shouldn't I?"

Nivra smirked as the dragon suddenly became apologetic. His paws wiggled in the air as he shouted his disdain for cold water.

“It gets under my scales like little cold knives! Please have mercy! Why must you bully an innocent being such as I?" The red's eyes seemed to swell as he gave the teal ness an innocent smile.

Her eyes found the bowls that Arcturus had filled. She padded over, sniffing at them and sighing with a roll of her eyes. “Of course, he'd be offering that to a dragon." She placed the lid back on basket with a low grumble. “This would be the culprit."

“What is?" Crimson curled up his head, asking almost in unison with everyone else.

“Chocolate." Fremra slipped her tail under the basket's thick handle. “Don't tell me you haven't observed the reaction in dragons?"

Nivra and everyone shook her head. “You mean it makes them act all crazy?" She set her book down, an inquisitive look on her brow as the teal dragoness let out a heavy sigh.

“I can't believe I have to tell a proper dragon at age about chocolate." Her snout snaked around, pushing a few of her books into a pile. “Every seen what catnip does to a cat? It releases a ton of endorphins that turns them into a wiggling, crazy collection of fur. This.." She rose the basket with her tail and gestured to it with her neck. “Has the same effect on dragons. It turns whatever we are into.." She snorted as Crimson pawed at the air with a goofy smile on his lips. “This."

“But it feels so good!" He wiggled, prompting each one pinning him to reset their hold.

“That's why I have to take it from you." Fremra chuckled, “I'd rather like to keep my library intact. And little red. I'd change back to a smaller size if I were you." She spun around, swishing her tail with a laugh. “Unless you want to find yourself in a lake of all things. And trust me. At this time of year? It's more freezing than ever." The dragoness strolled away with a happy swish in her tail, the tip gently caressing the forest like bookcases.

“Hmmph. You know she's only going to keep that for herself." The red dragon sighed, “And you guys just let her take it all. Why are you my companions again?"

“Because you can't get rid of us?" Arcturus pad the red's tail with a sigh.

“How I've tried."

“Better that she has it then you it looks like." Nivra peered up from her book. “Nothing but wiggling tails and destroyed books from my end."

“Maybe I like wiggling tails." The red dragon's tongue stuck out defiantly like a sword. “Just like all the other wizards. You're a fun ruiner." He grinned to Shandalar as the elf regarded him with a brief glance of disinterest.

“And destroying libraries?" Nivra's brow rose. The red dragon rested his head back, wondering if she knew about how good he was at destroying libraries. To that she had to laugh.

“What? Did Arcturus tell you?" His snout snapped to the arms held up human.

“I didn't I swear." The knight chuckled as a long plume of air ruffled his chest.

“If truth wasn't a vow of yours, I'd be suspicious."

If the dragon was trying to hide that fact, he was doing a bad job. “Well I do now." She went back to her book as the mischievous red snapped his jaws in irritation and finally adjusting his size to that of a large dog. His eyes sharpened to that of a sword as he flopped down into Arcturus' lap with a soft flick of his tail.

How could she let that stand? She smirked, eyeing Voidwing as she cleared her throat. “I'd watch that look you're giving me dragon. Or I'll have my bodyguard here remove you from my presence."

“Oh, is that so?" The dragon fluffed up his wings. “I heard one strike to the sack drops your guardian faster than a sack full of testicles."

“Stones." Arcturus sighed, holding he bridge of his nose. “It's stones."

“That's what I said!"

“You're funeral then I suppose." She gave the proud gryphon a wink. Enjoying how the red dragon's snout wrinkled.

“Good thing I don't feel like it." The dragon rose his snout, closing his eyes and letting out a defiant snort. “I'll wait here in my new seat until you're done."

“When did I become your seat?" Arcturus inquired with a raised brow.

“Have to keep up Arcturus. It was when I settled onto you. Perhaps you should take a break from the research? It seems that your mind is going. Hey!" The dragon's snout backed away as the human playfully booped him on the nose. “Do that again and I'll bite you!"

So, the human did it again.

“That's it!" The red spun in his lap, nibbling at the man's clothes as they collapsed into a laughing mess of scales and teeth. “How you like that now? Not such the tough hunter, now are you?"

The princess' eyes rolled as the two continued about like a pair of uncouth barbarians. Somewhere deep inside she hoped Fremra would return to get rid of them, but she breathed her way through it and went back to her reading. The sooner she got this done than the sooner than the playful dragon would be free to go do whatever he wanted. Why he didn't do that to begin with puzzled her, but she had an inkling it had to do with the human currently trying to fend off a snapping snout with his smacking palms.

“Unfair, you can't grab my tail!" Crimson protested.

“All fair!" Arcturus rebutted.

It was getting more difficult to pull her mind from the sounds around her. To focus her thoughts on the ink laden pages sprawled out before her. She was just about to shout at her companions to be quiet when Shandalar suddenly broke their outbursts with a well placed.

“Found it."

“Are you certain?" The book held in Nivra's hand shot across the room as she bolted up, nearly striking Crimson in his snout. He let out snarl as she slunk next to the rather smug looking elf.

“Of that there can be no doubt." Shandalar flipped over the dusty looking tomb she was holding and pressed a finger to a runned page. It was all confusing to the wizard, lines that would start and end then suddenly curl and twist into various shapes. Course the elf could be using a read magic spell. Would make deciphering such things a breeze. “It says here that the temple of Kitu contains the lost dragon spirit of Comog. A dragon whose cruelty knew no bounds. Their resting place was sank below the vast ocean in case they found a way to escape their magical prisons. It was placed within the bright sea of blood. It says a great leviathan still guards it. “ The wizard's eyes traveled to Crimson as a sudden coldness went about them. Her lips curled as though her next words were painful. “It also says that the lock they placed on the temple can only be opened by a…" She sighed, “Red dragon."

“Finally!" Crimson flopped his head onto Arcturus with a warble. “We can be done with this research business. A library is no place for a fire breathing dragon."

“I could have told you that." The elf slid a book mark into the tome, slamming it shut. “But no. You decided to play babysitter with your rider."

“Hes not just a rider." The dragon wiggled, flipping over. “He's my Umraadi."

“Yes, yes. But you could have gone about with your dragoness elsewhere. Regardless." The elf's gaze shifted to Nivra with the upmost grace. “Oddly enough it goes about highlighting where we would need to go. Through the luminescent seaweed forest, around the under mountains of dread, and past the leviathan that guards it.

“You know for a place that was meant to be forgotten. “They did a rather poor job of letting it get lost to time. Defeats the whole purpose of it really."

“Quite." Shandalar tossed the dragon a hardened stare. One sharper than Merlia's arrows.

Course while the two started to bicker this revelation wasn't all too strange to Nivra. Besides, if they were to forget it to time. Things may get out of hand. Sometimes ignorance was the worst thing that could be done. Better to have some information that could be gleamed in the off chance something can happen again. How many times had Lumara been better off for keeping information? When the giants marched to from the north hundreds of years ago and they had to hold off their border? She expressed as much to the dragon's disapproval. He gave her a withering glance, snorting a plume of hot air and then snapping his snout away with an indignant wiggle.

“Well." He thumped his tail. “Perhaps knowing about it is even worse?"

“You're being utterly ridiculous." She chuckled, joined in by everyone else.

“No, I'm not!" He stomped his paw, snout snapping to the knight, whose cheeks burned as bright as the dragon's scales. “Right?"

“Um.." He rubbed the back of his neck as the dragon's cerulean slits narrowed ever so slowly. “I have no knowledge on the subject."

“I knew it!" He thrashed his head with a groan. “You'd take her side!"

Once more, banter about whose side the knight as on filled the air. It was filled with much snout touching with fingers, paws smacking the ground and lots of growls and grumbles given off by their red brightness.

“I suppose this means spare time then?" Voidwing plucked several books from the ground, placing them on the cart to be returned to their resting places. “Time spent with…me?" He placed a talon to his chest, fluffing up his feathers in what she knew to be a flirty way.

“Yes, yes." She laughed as he smirked at her, wiggling his tail. Especially as he grinned and went on about a romantic evening filled with opera and eating under the stars. This was more planned out then she would have thought. It was as if he knew they were going to find the information today. He waited with bated breath for her answer as if she would deny him, a hesitant flick of his ears his only movement as he studied her reaction. Did he worry so much when he knew she adored him?

She swooped in elegantly, cupping his beak with her palm and dispensing a gentle kiss upon the hardened onyx and silver surface. “How your mind has been on about this quite some time. Lucky thing we found the temple. “

“That it was! And yes, it has been." The gryphon chirped, his ears splaying to the side as she rubbed along his cheek in a tender fashion. One that started a fire in her heart, spreading its warmth from there to her fingertips. Guiding her motions to the base of his cute lion like ears. “Ever since…Well..I thought…I should pursue…..you.." His bashfulness made the princess smile as he devolved into rambling, though she understood his intent. He'd like to pursue her romantically. More than he had in the past. The princess grinned, this was probably brought on by assistance from another bluer gryphon.

“Think of it as part of the celebration!" He happily chirped, finishing up on cleaning the room with a fluff of his feathers. “Tomorrow the planning begins but let us spread out wings and bask in the day of good cheer and happy tail smacking!"

“Tail smacking?" She rose her brow as Crimson's head snapped in their direction.

“Uh..of course! I like tail smacking!"

“Besides the tail smacking." Crimson rumbled, dragging Arcturus out with a folded wing. “I'm rather annoyed that I won't be able to fly under the sea."

“But you can swim!" The paladin countered, touching the red's snout as they left with a playful swish of his tail. “That's sort of like flying."

“You wound me." The dragon grumbled. “They are most definitely NOT the same thing. Entirely different. The idea that you would suggest this is utterly nonsense!"

“Well fine. You're not concerned with any of the sea monsters? Ones that might give even you a problem?"

“We'll cross that bridge when we cross it. I've yet to meet a foe to best me." He held up his snout with a confident smirk.

“How about a certain knight?"

“Oh please." He curled his neck around with a growly chuckle. “I settled that score like fifty humps ago."

“Oh yea?"

“I would think so. Want to make it another fifty? How many more moans must I get out of you?"

The two's bickering followed them through the halls until they were up the stairs and out of earshot. To which Nivra was most grateful, she didn't long to hear another bout about all the humping that was going to be going on. She went about picking up their own scattered things. Shandalar had taken out the texts that had brought them here, scribbling a few sections onto her notes she had been keeping. Once that was done, and packs slung over shoulders they went about returning to the surface.

Shandalar, despite Nivra's plans wasn't going to rest. Instead the elf was going to get right into gathering reagents and other mundane resources they were going to need.

“Maybe some more spells in regard to the coming winter." The elf's nose wrinkled as a shower of snow battered their faces the moment the library doors opened. Instead of the sun hanging overhead, the area was rife with thick grey clouds that billowed about the sky. Snow was floating down ever so delicately, dusting every building in a thin lair of brilliant white. The air was crisp, nipping at her nose as she held out her palm, collecting a few dozen flakes.

“Looks like there goes the star gazing." Nivra slung an arm around Voidwing's neck as his narrowed eyes glared in contempt at the weathers recent turn. His talons slowly dug into the stone as he thrashed his tail against his flank. He even snapped his beak a few times as his feathers fluffed up.

“Figures." He grumbled. “I thought it might clear up by now."

“We can still endeavor to have fun." She leaned onto him. “Can't cry over a bit of frozen water, can we?"

“I can certainly say otherwise." Shandalar grabbed at her sides, shivering as she walked out into the snow's embrace.

“What's the matter?" Voidwing called after her, “Hate the snow?"

“It is a rarity in Rothdell" She called back. “Not much snow when your country is mostly desert and sun!"

She had a point there. Nivra watched in silent contemplation as the elven wizard was soon outside the garden seemingly losing herself in the numerous people. Despite the weather trying it's best to fill their day with snow, people were still walking about, just with more clothing to conceal themselves. The only ones not effected were the wolven, course that was more natural. They had thick fur to keep them warm. Meanwhile, the most clothing clad peoples were the elves. They had many layers of wool, linen, scarfs, anything that seemed they could have grabbed to clad themselves against winter's chilling touch.

“Well.." Voidwing sighed, extending a wing and happy snap at the snow. It appeared as though what distain he had for it had vanished. “Shall we?" His silver tipped wing wiggled, an inviting prospect to be sure as he lowered the rest of his body. He wiggled his tail, humming a pleasing tune that brought a giggle to her lips.

“I would think so." She climbed onto his feather and fur clad back, tossing her leg on the other side of him as the gryphon test flapped his wings against the air. Loose snow scattered in his wake, swirling about the ground like lost within a tornado.

“I've looked into this place on the northwestern side of the city. Has food outside of Drenedar. Which means, less fish for you." He winked. “You must be so tired of eating it day in and day out."

Now that little bit of information was true. While the food they had been prepared and served was always of the upmost quality, and even tantalized her taste buds, it would be something refreshing to not have. “Sounds positively delightful cutewing." She rubbed his neck, delighted when his crown feathers sprung to attention.

“Then let's be off!" Voidwing leaped into the air with a mighty pounce, spiraling upwards on good cheer and warmth inside their hearts. Though the icy wind swept around them like a cloak their spirits pushed it back with a hearty shout of joy.

“Sure you'll be fine in this?" She asked as he had to correct his flight as a larger than normal gust swept over them. She was forced to clutch around his neck as he maintained their course above the city.

“I'll manage!" He called back, confidence dripping from his words. The gryphon soared over the many districts, high enough so that he was in no danger of hitting the roof tops. Though not as too high as to not be seen. To which Nivra was left smiling at how people reacted to her body guard.

Folks would stop and stare as the pair swept around the numerous buildings. Some would point, gasp, or nudge to another next to them about the silver winged beauty that guided her through the sky. No doubt how his wings looked marvelously next to the snow around them, or how angelic he flew despite the wintery weather. Nivra had to remind herself several times, that while gryphons flying overhead was normal for her country, Drenedar this was not so.

Let him enjoy it. She stroked along his coarse furred neck. He deserves it.

“So, what would you have done if I hadn't wanted to go?" She smirked as Voidwing peaked back to her. “Oh, more forceful gryphon."

“I guess I would have had to drag you along to the place, wouldn't I?" He chuckled, curling around a stone clock tower engraved with thin golden bands on either side.

He'd have made me go? She laughed at his confident grin. How it faded as he looked at her with his eyes. “That's rather forceful to do to your future queen." She smirked, crossing her arms as he looked away, his ears splaying on either side. Whatever confidence he had melted away.

“Was it really? If you like I can ease up on it. I thought you'd like to.."

She silenced him with a smack to his neck, rubbing it soon after he gave a startled meep. “You're doing fine Voidy." She assured him. “You don't have to be nervous all the time."

She dismounted him as he planted his paws onto the ground, finding a section through the city streets that was not covered in stone or lanterns. He had gleamed a section that had numerous trees, with grass growing all around them. Despite the weather they were bright green, a defiant act to not only the city but that of nature itself. The princess pulled up her scarf, right after she grabbed the gryphon's beak and planed a kiss right onto it. He was quick to nuzzle her with a happy chirp, guiding her through the dusted streets with a half-folded wing.

The streets were not as wide as the ones near the front gate, and Voidwing could still in fact fit. It was just that he had little room to maneuver, in fact his wing could not extend further without blocking off the very path! More then once they found themselves waiting for a group of busy people to pass by them, inquisitive stares at just why a gryphon was blocking half of the street.

The place he brought her to was rather quaint in the grand scheme of things. The wooden walls were not polished or well kept by any means. The grey paint that covered the chipped planks had scratches and scars of age all marred across its surface. The air hung heavy with booze and cooking oils. Dinner's aroma sneaked its way under the thick doors and teased her stomach. Sounds of music crept through the wood, along with the chattering of happy patrons. Though as they neared with padding steps, that Voidwing wouldn't fit through the door without a spell.

“It's a bit plain." His ears drooped as he gestured to a hanging sign that had the picture of a sitting cow on it. It had it's muzzle open with several musical notes flowing from its toothed maw. “But it was a place I could find. They do have a stable that we can use to eat in."

Next to the structure was a smaller building with ice dangling from it's crooked roof, and windows that seemed to be very different sizes than one another. Even the barn like door was off center with one side being larger than the other. On the old wood there was a picture of a paw print and horse shoe in red paint almost worn away to the bare wood. Lanterns hung about the outside of these buildings that bathed the surrounding stone in a golden glow. The princess just tilted her head, wondering how someone could get something so wrong.

She glanced up to her gryphon, running a hand along his chest as his beak traveled from the two structures to her eyes. He wanted her to eat in the stable? Why not just let her shrink him and bring him inside? She was about to tell him her idea when she met his eyes, and they looked so eager and captivating. Her words failed her as she could sense his need. He wanted to eat with her without spells to change anything about them. Just her and him, natural and with each other. “Okay." She smiled, curling her palm around his jaw. “We do this your way then. And besides." She pat him as he happily rumbled. “Things can still be great. Got some good company, nice.." She smiled at the hay poking out on either side of the barn doors. “Quaint atmosphere…We can make this work!" She pressed her palms against the wood, it opened with a low groan. Like even the structure itself didn't want to let them in. She was instantly enveloped by the smell of hay, horses, and dire wolves that hung thick on the air. Voidwing padded in after her and shut the door, shaking his feathers free of the snow that had clung to him. She giggled as some sprayed onto her despite his efforts.

“That's better." He rumbled, his ears pointing right up as he smiled at her. When he saw the snow dust on her he apologized with splayed ears, moving into to dust her off with his wings.

“I don't know. I rather liked the snow." She leaned up on him, admiring the hay that was practically wall to wall within this place. The area was divided by thick wooden beams, where horses and direwolves waited patiently for their owners to return. Harnesses hung on one wall lit with a lantern, next to an area marked with barrels of oats and seed for any visitor's mount. There even were troughs made for water that lay empty due to the cold. Though this is not what drew her attention as Voidwing nuzzled up to her ear.

In the middle of this stable was a rounded table that had several legs that curled in like an octopus. Scratches lined all around the base, a vast contrast to the near pristine aquamarine covering resting on top. There was a vase with a bright yellow flower, sitting as if waiting for them to arrive. The gryphon pushed her along with soft chirps, guiding her to a red cushioned chair that was nestled up beneath the table.

“Just make yourself comfortable…I'll.." He nuzzled her along her neck. “Tell the innkeeper that we've arrived." He spun around as she sank into the rather comfortable seat, quickly scampering out and shutting the door behind him.

She found herself staring at his departure, thinking long fully to his swaying haunches. He was so sweet and thoughtful at times. Even his awkwardness and shyness were something she was rather fond of. She chuckled softly as she admired the stable that seemed to breath as the wind whistled along outside. How her father would have been so disapproving of such a place. To see his royal daughter in such a low brow place such as this? He would have thrown an absolute fit. Maybe even have had some very cross words for her. As she drummed her fingers across the table it occurred to her just how jarring it would be to return to the castle after such a trip. A trip that didn't exactly have the lodgings that a royal should have been accustomed to. Of course, that was if you weren't Lyndis. How that girl adjusted to this kind of life was rather puzzling.

Could I end up like that if I spent too much time out here on the open road? With nothing but friends to look out for me? She sighed. That life wasn't meant for her after all. She was a princess. With that came all the duty and responsibility that was due for her.

And you can't deny destiny.

Voidwing opened the door with a groan, letting out a whistle as warm as the afternoon sun. His crowns extended as his eyes traveled to her almost as if he were undressing her with his eyes. He shut the stable with a chirp, his silver tuft tail smacking the wood with thwack. How many books or romantic stories had he been told that this was his idea of a date? She smiled warmly at him as he confidently strode over.

“Well don't you look like the cat who swallowed the canary." She giggled, and when his head tilted she sighed. 'Fine, the half-cat then."

“I suppose." He settled down on the other side of the table. He plopped down onto his haunches, laying one talon on the table, ever careful to not tear the fabric. “I told the woman. She said they'd bring out the best food and drink to such a dignified guest. I suppose that Threlfall spread the word about you. I never let them know a princess was coming to dine here." He sighed. “I guess we can forget about being the non normal treatment."

“I guess." She laughed. “Now I'm rather curious just what their royal treatment is." She waved around to their surroundings. “Hell, I'm surprised they let you eat with me out here in the stables!" She lowered her voice, puffing out her chest as she did her best to imitate a portly, older man. “I had the princess of Lumara within my establishment. I dun made her eat out in the stables! You shoulda seen da look on her purdy face."

“I don't think they sound like that." Voidwing wiggled in place with a grin. “You have to make your voice drag out more."

“Well. Let me here your best impression then!" She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and eyeing the gryphon up and down. “Come on Voidy, show me how a gryphon does it." So, he did, swishing his talons through the air as he went about trying put on a more gravel sort of voice. She was left giggling into her palm as the gryphon's impression soon turned into an all-consuming laughter of his own. Though with their joking came the realization that this was yet another play by the lord Threlfall to yet again gain more favor with the princesses. As she smiled at her bodyguard, her father's words of always being careful teased at her ears.

“But um.' Voidwing's tail swished aside some hay, scattering it as if before a wind. He gazed long fully into her, his apricot pools like waves of a warm sea. “Your fur looks rather nice you know. Eyes ever vigilant. Your ears…how round they are." His ears splayed. “I admire how your cheeks turn red. Its..adorable."

His words tingled about her, bringing life to a warm smile of her own. “How about my beak?" She giggled, touching her nose and standing up. “Or my tail? How about my haunches?"

He shifted over the ground, looking her up and down. “Well…those are nice too. They look supportive…"

She rose up to cup his head, scratching behind his ears. “I think you look rather fetching as well. Though you have a weird nose. It's all hard and stuff." She placed a finger right onto his beak, enjoying his awkward chuckling at her little display. “Not to mention your ears are all giant and furry!" She flicked them, scooching her head in close to kiss him upon the beak. “You're such an odd looking human."

“How can you stand one so hideous?" He whispered back, nuzzling into her touch.

“I suppose I am just a rather big fool, aren't I?"

“I suppose. But you're the one talking about how gropable your haunches are!" He froze in realization of what he said. Silence lingered between them that eventually broke down into giggles. He swiftly apologized with a soft chirp, looking away to a hanging saddle with a shift of his hinds. Nervousness hung about him as he off handedly mentioned something about the woodwork, drifting off into a little narration of what he was doing.

She wasn't going to have any of that. Besides, she rather found the idea of his talons groping her bum quite amusing. She swooped in with a giggle, sliding a hand under his handsome neck and pulling his eyes to her. “Yea, but the handsome Voidwing didn't need to be nervous, did he?" She picked up her chair, settling down next to him and leaning up against his fur. “He was doing just fine. If but a tad awkwardly. Like he was reading from a book."

“r-really?"

“Its what she liked about him."

He warbled back his thanks, long fully glancing at her as he swung a foreleg around her and pulled her close against his chest. It was warm, soothing, wanting her to fall asleep in those onyx hairs. Her eyes closed, listening to the steady thumps of his heart. Just as she sighed in contentless the gryphon slowly rose his talon and groped her bum.

“Hey!" She rose up, laughing with a grin. The onyx gryphon was looking at her with an amused half-beak smirk. Possibly a hint of mischief lurking within those eyes.

“What?" He groped her again with an amused chuckle.

“You're ruining your innocent gryphon persona!" She smacked his chest, earning herself another good groping. Trickles of delight sprung through her as she leaned even harder against his chest.

“Think we passed that didn't we?" He squeezed and sighed, pulling her ever closer. “I think you rather like it though. I know how you liked to squeeze and massage."

“Right." She blushed, thoughts of his maleness coming to mind and the pleasurable cry of their previous encounter. When he mentioned something in a pleasurable growl about it being nice, she couldn't help but poke his beak. “Who said that eh? Krotos put you up to all this?"

“He..might of told me the ladies like it." He nuzzled against her neck, ripping laughter from her throat as she wiggled in his grip. “Especially the ones that are already pining for you."

“You're horrible!" She shrieked as her composure was lost and she melted into his tickling embrace.

“Comes with knowing you. All your weakness, and your strengths." He stopped his relentless tickling to slide his head next to her, holding her close with a pleased rumble. Her hands wrapped around him, returning the gesture. “Love you Nivra."

“Same to you Voidy." She smooched at his neck, giggling as his crowns rose one by one. “What else did Krotos work into that adorable head of yours?"

“Wouldn't you like to kno-“

“Ahem." They were interrupted by a series of three coughs, prompting them to spin around to face three women clad in dark brown clothing with blue stitching along their pants and shirts. The stable door had shut behind them, scattering up their skirts a slight tad. Two of the grinning females bore silver trays within steady hands. One had bowls filled with cheeses of all different shades of white and yellow, and the other had a glass and oversized mug to pour a dark green bottle of wine into. “The wine is served." The three smiling human ladies padded over as the princess and gryphon unwound themselves from one another. “Unless we were interrupting anything?" The girls giggled as Nivra's cheeks burned. When had they come in? The wizard twirled a finger through her hair as she recomposed herself with a chuckle.

“Um…nothing lewd I can assure you!" Voidwing stammered, drawing another round of giggles as the girls mentioned not saying anything about being lewd. “Oh." His ears splayed as they set the silverware and cheese onto the table. The ladies then poured out the rather fruity smelling orange wine. The surface bubbling like a pot as it settled, and sizzled. There was even a slight steam that rose from the surface like an orange snake! The lades told them it was called Sizzle brew before bowing and leaving them to their drinks and talk. Their little giggles and knowing eyes brought about another wave of reddened cheeks and splayed ears. They were just about to get back to their discussion when one of the woman poked her head back in with a smile.

“And your blue friend instructed that you wanted music. So that will be provided as well mate."

Nivra's smirk tugged at her lips as the black gryphon thanked the woman. Just how much of this did Krotos get involved with? Was the entire thing conspired by the two gryphons during their time studying? She found that fact rather amusing as Voidwing nuzzled close against her, picking up his oversized mug with a grasping talon. So, she asked him after he dipped his beak into the mug, sipping away with an inquisitive tongue.

“He…"The gryphon swiped his beak as he pulled it back. “Set up the idea, thought it seems he took more of an interest than I'd have thought. That's…" he shifted, eyeing his drink again. “Not a problem is it?"

Was it? She shrugged. If the blue gryphon was helping get the usually shy gryphon out of his shell, then so let it be. She dissuade his fears with another kiss, and raised her drink. Words ran easy as they told story after story about one another and the adventure they'd shared thus far. Time once more had no meaning as the tales wove around them, even dulling the sounds of the waiters returning with the food.

The meal turned out to be roasted boar, sliced off into sections and stacked high onto a wooden plate. Steam curled off the white meat, surrounded by sliced peppers, broccoli, and mounds of potatoes. It was if an artist had gone about making the food! The smell of cinnamon intertwined with rosemary with hints of sweet apples, drawing a demanding roar from her stomach.

“For the lovely couple." The lead waitress bowed, giving them a warm smile. “Though we wish it's fit for a princess. You bless my place with your presence my lady. I wish we had even better food to give to you. Nivra went to protest but the lady cut her off with a raised hand. She waved it to the others, who pulled out what looked like lutes with three strings, strung about a soft wooden body. They plucked the strings with a tortoise shell pick as the lead waitress departed back into the street. The sounds they played started off slow, drawn-out, pulling emotions from the air. It wasn't upbeat or sad but had a pleasing melody. The pair however were more concerned with the food. Nivra was the first to start sliding chunks of the drooling meat onto each of their plates. She had to ward off Voidwing's snapping beak more than once while she readied their plates.

“But…Hungry." He rumbled, slurping at his beak as he watched her painstakingly drop every bit of food onto his plate. “And you're teasing me my lady. Such an awful thing to do to a gryphon."

“Not intentionally." She laughed, setting his plate before him. His body all tensed, ready to spring forward to devour the meal, but he held back. Clearly waiting for her to get ready as well. “Reminds me of our first meal together."

“Oh?" He rose a brow as she finished readying her plate, bidding him to start with wave of her hand. The gryphon slowly descended his beak, keeping his urges in check from just rapidly devouring the meal. Bit by bit his hungry beak tried each section of his plate, making soft chirps in between his offerings.

“Yes." She sampled a bit of her own boar. It was tantalizing to the tongue, and it practically melted in her mouth! “You were so unsure of yourself. Like you didn't belong. So embarrassed." She chuckled between her mouthfuls, remembering how nervous he'd been. He'd practically shaken like a leaf the entire time. If not for her careful words and smile she doubted he would have improved. “Didn't think you were going to get picked, did you?" She'd never forget the surprised look on his face when she'd picked him to be her bodyguard. Even after besting the other gryphons in one on one combat, he still was surprised. Shocked even, they'd had to say it three times until he was broken out of his stupor.

“No…I didn't." He stopped to stare at his food, ears twitching as his hinds shifted.

“Yea, but why. You've never actually said. Been very tight beaked on the whole subject." She padded his side, rubbing in her care along his fur.

“You know why." He said softly.

“Is it because you're a runt?"

“That is partially the reason. There's more to it then that." He sighed, leaning up against her. Not enough to knock her over however, but enough she had to lean back. “I never did tell you about my family, did I?"

“Not really." She cupped his chin, whispering into his ear that he was going to knock her over. He apologized and righted himself with a sigh.

“Well. They never thought I'd amount to anything. Even despite my accomplishments it never seemed to be enough for them. Everyone else in the family seemed to get along and bring them a bit of light. Though I never seemed to be able to do it." His head drooped as his tail weakly flicked against her chair. “So even when I was getting picked to be your guard it didn't make sense."

“Wow." She pulled his head to her, staring right into his now hurt looking eyes. “All this cause you're a runt."

“Its something that is around in gryphon culture sometimes. Even if they don't want to talk about it. Healers, messengers, singers, artisans. These are the things that a runt should be doing. None of the stronger tasks, warrior, hunters, leaders. Its…" He sighed, “More of a taboo. It's more pronounced the further east you go in Lumara."

“Well." She poked his fur, giving that silver lined beak a kiss. “You sure showed them, didn't you?" His pleased rumble was enough to lighten the mood. “You've turned out to be the best bodyguard anyone could ask for." She straightened her back, turning back to her meal. “Guess the jokes on them hmmm?"

“I suppose." He tilted up his head, taking a deep, calming breath. “Besides, I have you here for company."

“See? It's coming to you now." She smiled as he leaned softly into her. The next few minutes were filled with the sounds of their happiness and polite eating of their meals. They would steal teasing glances from one another, exchange series of more flattering compliments until the gryphon had a romantic idea as he put it. He would try feeding her. He'd read it in a book, and it sounded fairly sweet. Nivra volunteered to go first, closing her eyes and waiting patiently. Though he chose a much larger piece than her mouth, he smushed it against her lips. The juices leaked about her mouth, dripping onto her dress as she sputtered in surprise.

Voidwing was mortified as he gave his apologies with splayed ears, grabbing up a larger napkin to wipe away the sauce from her glazed lips. Though she silenced his concerns with a kiss, winking that she thought he'd like the idea of her lips glazed over. Maybe something with gryphon sauce.

“Now who's being rather lewd." He chirped, settling back onto his haunches as it was her turn to show him how it was done. To which she did so wonderfully. Giggling as his beak clacked happily. He slurped his beak, setting his sights squarely onto her with a rumble. “That was rather nice."

“So it was." She caressed his side, finding her head moving on its own accord closer to his cute beak. They said little as the warmth about the air guided them closer, twirling about them and diving deep into their hearts. With a pleased coo her lips met his beak and electricity seemed to travel about her as his eyes closed. “Oh Voidy." She whispered softly, running a hand along his cheek as he trembled within her grasp. He rumbled his own approval back, wings wrapping around her like a warm cloak. One that she could drift away with on a wave of warmth and pleasure. They stayed like that for quite some time, relishing each other's company until the food that had once captivated them grew cold. They chuckled together when they noticed, leaving a few gold pieces for the place. Even if they wanted to treat them, she could offer her own thanks. She rested her hand on Voidwing's shoulder as he opened the barn door and back into the winter's wicked chill.

Her onyx love took them up back to the air, letting the snow caress over them with it's icy fingers. It fluttered her cloak, stung at her cheeks, and battered her poor hair into submission. Swiftly his wings brought them to a theater, one that had the opera that the gryphon had gone on about. It was labeled the delicate elf, and preformed by a mostly elven cast. The building was on the smaller side, with thick, bluish walls covered in vibrant off-white flowers and draped in layers of strings intertwined with beads of all shapes and sizes. The theater was packed with other peoples of the more noble variety. Her own getup wasn't the usual fair for the place, and the owner of the establishment had even suggested she leave!

“Rather rude to suggest to the future queen of Lumara." Voidwing had countered, a sharpness in his eyes over the elf man's unkind attitude. Nivra found herself smiling as the elf suddenly cowered before the gryphon's stare. Hesitation flickered across his face as he eyed Nivra up and down. Recognition suddenly sprung to his pools as apologies soon flowed from his lips like a river.

The elf bowed. “The lord never went on about how…" His nose wrinkled as he eyed her robes. “How plain the princess would be clad."

“And what is wrong with that?" Voidwing's wings fluffed up with an irritated chirp.

“N-nothing dearest gryphon. Its not my place to question the logic of the royals. Accept my apologies and have a lovely evening." The elf waved them in, sighing as they returned to focusing on one another and not that of the hiccup in their evening's plans.

When they entered they realized that this theater was just as small on the inside as the outside! The walls pressed in from every side and covered in paintings of oil, busts of marble and lanterns that twinkled vibrant blues, radiant reds, and perfect purples. She sighed as the scent of strawberries clung to every surface. She had to shrink Voidwing down so that he could fit within the halls, and he even sat in her lap when they found a place to sit. The owner had brought them to a box overlooking the hall, so that they could get the best view of the stage. Though the people there gave her hardened glances at first, no doubt judging her clothes. They were instantly warm and inviting when the owner told them just who she was. Nivra would have rolled her eyes at quite a display but that would been rather rude. She instead cursed them internally, giving them cold glances. Such nobles made her sick their favor only earned cause they wanted something, or fearful of what she could do. Though she pushed them from her mind with a breath, stroking along her gryphon's back. This wasn't going to ruin the lovely evening she was having. Not when he looked up with her with protective eyes, letting her know he was ready to defend her if she gave the word.

“Not worth the time." She chuckled, scratching at his ears and humming to herself when he happily wiggled in her lap.

When the opera started she held his body close with both arms, resting her chin on his furred shoulder as the well dressed elves pranced around the stage in bright almond outfits and belted their hearts out. With their antics they brought with them magics to over emphasize gestures or sound effects. She recognized they were using basic spells, but she enjoyed the shower of sparks, the wailing noises, or lingering odors they produced regardless. Though as the opera continued, she found herself less interested in the spectacle and more on the gryphon snuggled up close to her. They'd silently giggle to one another as he wiggled, she'd whisper into his ear. He'd return with a chirp and nibble at her ear or hair. It was not long before the opera lay all but forgotten, and she was softly kissing him. Voidwing even opened his beak in an awkward way to try return the gesture. One where he tried to sneak his tongue into hers. It didn't worth rather well and they were left giggling at his try, she had stroked his head. Offering sweet words about how sweet he was, and how lucky to have him here. The gryphon nuzzled up against her, practically purring through closed eyes and trembling wings.

When the play finished with a long singing, fair elven maiden in a swishy golden dress the two had already begun to depart. She'd turned him back to normal size the moment they hit the street, he'd groped her butt and nuzzled at her neck. She'd returned the gesture with a kiss, and caress of his side all the way down to his flank. She'd curled her finger through his fur right about his lower regions, loving how he watched with intrigued eyes, and groaned as his leg trembled. She'd keep that in her back pocket for how to tease a gryphon. Such the sensitive spot that was. He offered to head back to their place, once more squeezing her rump with a lewd rumble in his throat.

By the time they'd gotten back to the keep they were all over each other. He was nuzzling her through the door frame, shifting back to his real size as she kissed and hugged his neck. They'd collapsed onto the bed in a series of pleasing groans and sighs as they ran their hands and talons all over each other. He was rather slow to disrobe her, obviously not believing it was going to come this far. She'd egged him on, slowly helping him along and showing off her breasts as her robes hit the floor. He'd cooed, his crowns shooting straight up as he growled lustfully at her form. He'd surged forward, wrapping a claw around her and staring into her eyes.

“You look beautiful." He rumbled.

“So do you." She cupped his chin. “Though you haven't given me the view yet."

“That what you want? To see me starting to unsheathe?"

“That what you call getting hard?" She rubbed his cheek as anticipation spread through her. Her eyes already traveling to his hips. “And yes."

He rolled to his back, pinning his wings to his side. The gryphon's ears splayed as his legs spread wide to give her a good look. “Like..this?"

Her eyes shot to his plump sheath, already a bit of pink, nub covered tip cresting from that white furred underside. His balls were like a mans but only larger and looked to be filled, probably unable to fit in her hand if she tried to caress them. She was certainly going to do that. How much did he need this?

“Am…I doing this right?" His leg twitched. There was a single bit of pre that dripped from his length and dribbled onto his belly.

“Mmmmhmm." She seductively slid onto him, resting on his belly. The fur warmed her legs as lust tingled through her. It brought a wetness that of course made the gryphon take a deep breath, and he smirked. She wasn't going to let him be uneasy and doubtful. Not when his scent was making her breasts tingle with each breath. “Very much so my stud of a gryphon."

“Stud?." He chirped almost in disbelief as he ran a talon down her back, slowly and trembling at first. Like he was not trying to hurt her. “I…" His eyes glinted with a bit of lewdness as he fondly stared up at her. “I can tell you…um…like it."

“Oh can you?" She leaned backwards, rubbing along his member's protective covering. It was warm and more firm than she would have thought. As she massaged to the base, she felt it twitch, a prelude to waking the slumbering beast. Excitement filled each breath as it pulsed in her hand.

“Yes…I can." He flicked his tail, wiggling his hinds. “Is…there a place humans like to be touched before mating?"

“Already counting your hatchlings?" She smiled, guiding one of his talons up along her side and towards her breasts. “I don't know about others." His talon made contact with her breast, careful to start massaging as she helped him through the motion. She sighed with fluttering eyes at the closeness and tenderness he was showing her with each rotation of their combined hands. “There….thats it." She sighed as he wiggled beneath her.

“That's…really nice. They're so warm!"

“You act..surprised." The words were hard to form as she groaned when he rubbed her other breast. Her nipples soon hardened like steel at his teasing.

“Though…I have to confess."

“Confess what?" She shifted around to rub along the base of his hidden maleness, letting the gryphon grab at her thighs and lift her up, slowly turning her over. His forwardness was arousing, and she was sighing softly as she was placed face first to his pink crested, dripping member. It smelled spicy, mixed with a muskiness that in her aroused state smelled divine. Her lower regions clenched, getting ever more excited as she stared at the head. Silently she wondered how his barbs would feel, rubbing along inside of her. She groaned as he grabbed her thighs, curling his head up more towards her waiting womanhood. Her hand trembled as she wondered just how it would taste.

“I may have asked Krotos to help supervise."

“You were being serious?" She found herself laughing as the black gryphon's face didn't waver. His eyes were so innocent, even as his cock twitched in front of her.

“I thought he'd be great use to us. And you did say…" His talons kneaded her skin, stirring her growing lust.

I did say that didn't I? She sighed as her body clenched, her lips practically dripping with excitement as the musky scent of gryphon hung thing about her. Out of the corner of her eye she watched a droplet of pre ooze down and drip onto his coarse fur. How could she say no? Not to mention the spine tingle she got at the idea of a second gryphon watching them.

Would he be hard the entire time? She mentally purred at the idea of the gryphon so turned on by them that he would be unable to help himself.

“Fine." She sighed, wiggling in Voidwing's grasp. “He can observe. Though.." She smiled back at the gryphon beneath her, gliding her hand through his fur towards his concealed maleness. “You have me at a disadvantage."

“How so?" His innocence shone through his voice, betraying to the fact he was dripping from his cock. Though when she peaked, he was smiling, like he knew the need within her burned. One that mirrored his own she was sure. The one that clenched and awaited his tongue to lap against her lips. The same need that was twitching in front of her, practically begging her to press her lips to the lightly barbed head.

“Gee. I don't know. I have a handsome gryphon about to slather my intimates with his tongue."

“And about to the same to his own?" He tilted his head to the side, wiggling his tail cutely.

“Just say it you know." She stopped right before his sheath, kneading along his belly. The strong bodyguard trembled weakly as she teased around him, his paws clenching in and out as he groaned his approval.

“Fine." Voidwing cleared his throat. “My majesty. Would you please suck my cock?"

“Suck it?" She chuckled, “I was just going to massage it! You think I'd put such a thing in my mouth and slurp until you climaxed?" She gave him a wink as he joined in her awkward laughter, catching onto the exchange. Things only got more awkward as the gryphon neared her pussy, warm breath teasing her lips, practically making her want to grind back into his beak. Though he was too strong and held her firm. As she groaned, she imagined those strong talons holding her down, pressing that length of his into her. Her body clutching around him. Her eyes fluttered the closer he got, her needs starting to pool and drive her wild.

“Oh…" She moaned softly, grasping around his sheath and giving a soft pump. It was warm, far warmer than before and not yet as rigid as she'd like. The covering peeled back over his barbed head, a smooth looking tapered thing with small ridged along the sides. From his cumslit came more droplets of pre, the gryphon's excitement too much to contain as he wiggled and groaned his approval. Without another thought the princess kisses at his slowly engorging tip. It was spicy, yet salty. Not that bad, and the cry of bliss her gryphon made was only music to her lust addled brain. Her eyes fluttered as his beak parted, and his wet tongue ran along her two lips. She shivered, moaning his name as he lapped a few times at her entrance. That was when Krotos opened the door.

The blue gryphon squeezed himself through the door, his haunches getting stuck in the frame. He collapsed with a weakened squawk.

“Krotos!" She blurted out, pulling back from kissing Voidwing's growing member. She sat straight up, covering her breasts with crossed arms. To her slight disappointment, Voidwing also pulled away from her woman hood, leaving a longing and cold that she wanted him to lick away. “What are you doing here? Can't you see that we're getting intimate?"

“Well.." Voidwing said softly. “You did say he could observe."

“And I can see that you're getting quite naughty." Krotos chuckled, pulling himself through the door and shutting it. “And look at you!" He ruffled up his feathers, gesturing to them with his head, his ears straight up. “You already started without me!" He pulled up a leather sack that he had been holding in his beak, but was now on the floor. He spun around, tail nearly knocking a pile of clothes onto the floor as he settled onto his haunches. “Oh, dear me. I'm turning into the blasted dragon. And to answer your question your highness. I'm helping my future queen and their lover." He glanced up, a mischievous look about him as he eyed them up and down. “It would appear as though she is quite the fan of gryphon cock." He opened the leather sack, rifling through its contents with a talon. “I brought oils, lubes, creams. Things that two love birds would need on their night of passion. Especially two inexperienced in the art of love making between a humanoid and a larger participant. Don't want the future queen to take more than she can handle. And trust me. You'll want to know the ins and outs, when to control your thrusts fledgling. Then you can enjoy the ins and outs."

It sounded rather appealing, even as her cheeks burned. “And must you watch?" She didn't let her guard down as the blue gryphon laughed. Her pussy clenched, growing a tad wetter and going against her words. Her eyes traveled about Krotos' offerings, briefly lingering on his lower areas as her insides clenched in need.

“Gryphon mating rituals are fairly open my majesty. Its not uncommon for another wingmate to observe and offer guidance. Nor is it strange for couples of gryphons to couple in close proximity to one another, even to trade partners is common! So, you don't have to be bashful…Although." The blue gryphon's beak focused on her, letting out a sigh as his tail thumped against the floor. “If you want me to leave I can. This is nothing that can be forced on you. I'm just offering my help to a younger gryphon that asked for help with the human that captivates his heart."

He did have a point. His words ever truthful. She glanced down to the gryphon maleness still hidden by his sheath. How big would it eventually get? How would she take it without magic? She'd never done anything with something that must be larger than humans in that regard. Here was someone offering to help and assist them in making their first time something special. Also how Voidwing kneaded her thighs, and his scent inundated her senses. Her body was twisting her thoughts. Besides, her pussy only damped further at the thought of Krotos watching. Maybe he would get hard at their coupling, start dripping before them. His phantom gasps made her bite her lip as lust bubbled up within her. It never really was a choice.

“You can stay." She sighed as the two happily chirped at her decision.

“Wise decision my queen." Krotos plucked out several vials from his sack, placing them onto the floor around his hinds. They were filled with various liquids of all sorts. Some bright crimson, others the shade of honey, and some even creame colored with stripes of brown mixed in for good measure. Though as he did this her eyes betrayed her. When they wandered around his hinds they snuck up to gaze upon his blue sheath. One that she noted was plump and already had his tip breaking free. It would appear as though despite his kindness the blue gryphon couldn't escape his lewd thoughts. Her cheeks only burned as she quickly averted her gaze, though his soft chuckles revealed she'd been caught. Luckily, he didn't say much on that. “So…where do I start?" She squeezed Voidwing's sheath. The gryphon groaned below her. “I seem to have found a sensitive spot."

“That is always a good spot, course there is also the area below the tip, the forming knot, the balls. Gryphons my dear are quite sensitive just before the knot." Krotos slowly padded towards them, looking at them from various angles with a curious hum. “Always be the gentleman Voidwing." He gestured to Nivra's rear with a fluffed wing. “Tend to your mate with your tongue. They always seem to like that." He chirped, twirling a talon in the air. “It makes them more sensitive for the coming act as well. Drives the females crazy. The idea is to find her clit, a little nub of flesh buried within the lips. If you tease at that you will drive her positively crazy."

“Like this?" Voidwing's beak returned, slowly dragging his tongue along Nivra's slit. The princess shivered, moaning like a hen in heat as the eager gryphon slipped a bit of his wet sepent insisde. Then he found her clit with the next few probing slurps. Her legs trembled as she dripped, lightning coursing though her as pleasure ripped a moan out of her.

“She appears to like it. Keep going, Nivra will let you know how you're doing. Follow along with her body, find the right button inside to drive her wild."

Like was an understatement. Especially as Voidwing lapped at her snatch like a dying man needed water. Her legs quivered in his firm grasp, pleasure coursing through her with each loud slurp. She just couldn't make this about her. Not when her love's maleness was longing for her touch. With both hands she caressed that firming sheath, freeing the gryphon's cock as she silenced herself with the tip pressed to her lips. She moaned softly as it pulsed in her mouth, eyes fluttering when Voidwing groaned into her snatch.

“Eager are we?" Krotos purred as Nivra licked around the gryphon's trembling head. Pre was leaking from his slit, covering her lips in a shiny glaze. That's good. Near the base is where the knot can grow.. There is also right below the head dear. Sucking or licking it can do wonders for us." Krotos happily chirped, shifting his hinds as his own maleness began to drip.

She followed along with the blue gryphon's guidance, licking along the emerging length as she pumped away at his sheath. Bit by bit the covering was traded away for a turgid, musky, dripping length as she covered the entire tapered tool with her kisses and licks. It was not long before it was covered in her spit. The air filled with the muffled moans around gryphon cock, mixed with pleased trills buried in dripping lips. She returned to his head, slurping down several drops of fluid. It was salty, teasing to the taste buds. Not tasty, but not bad. Her first taste brought about a second, then a third. That was until she was happily bobbing up and down along the first few inches, loving as thick gryphon syrup pooled on her tongue. Her hands drifted to his hefty sack, rolling each orb in her hands. She cooed as he squirmed, and could practically feel the contents slosh about inside. Contents that were begging to be released, released into her. How she wanted to bring that bliss to him, feel him tremble as he came. She moaned at the idea while she flushed at the idea. That was when Voidwing humped, catching her by surprise. Her gag reflex kicked in and she was forced to cough her way off the gryphon's pulsating maleness.

“I'm so sorry!" Voidwing cried out, beak dripping with her fluids.

She waved off his concern, laughing at the turn of events. Especially how turned on she had made him. With a smooch of her lips she descended back onto his shaft, moaning around him as he twitched beneath her tongue. With each muffled descent her eyes were fluttering, body quivering at the smells. Though Krotos was there to slow her down. He said as much as her eyes started to water.

“Easy princess. You won't be able to take him all." He chuckled, a talon curling around his own sheath and pumping along the hidden tool. “He's much too long for a human."

Long was an understatement! She'd never seen many cocks in her time, but this had to be at least a foot in length! Not to mention how her mouth strained to fit him in with how wide he was. Though his soft barbs near the head were very appealing. Voidwing would wiggle each time she teased them with her tongue. Though how would they feel gliding into her? Her pussy quivered around Voidwing's tongue at the idea, earning herself a muffled coo of approval from the bodyguard. She returned her hands to stroking along his smooth length, one cupping his balls as she bobbed along the tip. How it trembled within her lips was exciting, arousing. It pulsed to life as she cupped a hand near the base, finding his half-formed knot. It was also tapered, and it was steadily growing and felt like it was on fire. Her gryphon suddenly froze, his body trembling beneath her. He cried his bliss from below her, a prelude to what came next. His length twitched and she felt cum stampede up his tubes and splatter against the back of her throat.

She coughed, surprised as several more spurts joined the rest. It was far thicker than the pre, and tasted even saltier. She gulped and swallowed what she could but coughed off as thick strands flowed from her lips. She pulled off it to get some sweet air, getting a face full of white, hot gryphon cum.

It was everywhere, dripping from her nose, pooled in her eyes. She laughed at the circumstance, yet couldn't feel more satisfied. His quivering paws were nothing but a delight. Voidwing seemed less than amused. When she wiped away his thick splooge his ears were splayed, wing bending as if to try and block his bashful look. She was about to tell him not to apologize, but he beat her to it. With a soft groan he descended towards her moist nethers, and dove his tongue inside to turn her legs into jelly. Her inner walls stretched with each lap of his tongue, making her quiver, grab hold of his fur as her world narrowed down to his careful licks and the pleasure coursing through her. Her body was out of her control, seemingly guided by his wonderful tongue. He'd slurp, she would clench. He would tease at her clit and she would moan his name. Diligently he worked, his tail swaying happing as she collapsed onto his belly, completely overwhelmed in bliss. For minutes this continued until she was left panting and she could feel her end swiftly approaching. Like a powerful tide it built up inside her, her eyes clenching shut as her cries only egged him on. Her body quaked just for him, grinding back onto his dutiful tongue and bathing it in her feminine honey. Her body arched, her folds clenched, and her orgasm struck like a lightning bolt. For a moment of time she was lifted to a height of bliss she'd not known before. Panting happily into his chest as she squirted onto his tongue. He lapped it up with pleased hums, wrenching more pleasurable sounds from her throat as he teased her sensitive lips.

“How did I do?" Voidwing asked softly, giving her nethers a departing lick.

“Delightful.." She panted, almost not able to form the words. She smiled back at the gryphon whose beak was all but slathered in her juices. She giggled at him, he did at her. Pointing how she had a bit of cum still clinging to her hair. Together they cackled, forgetting the blue gryphon was even there to observe. She was so warm, he was so beautiful. She turned around, planting a kiss right on his beak in the most tender way she could. “Thanks for that." She cooed, curling a hand around his head to scratch at the base of his ears. Though her lust bid her to look down to his cock, and how it bobbed. Still he was hard and drooling. It would appear as though he had the endurance known to cats.

“Still not tired huh?" She giggled, purring lustfully as she gazed deeply into his eyes.

“Not that I'm..aware of." His ears splayed as he nuzzled her. “If you'd want to…I'd still like to try."

“I might." She kissed him again, getting a tender lick across her face. His tone became more confident.

“Then I think It's time my princess got her womanly flower spread right?"

“Only by her handsome guard." She gasped. “What will the nobles ever think?" She pulled him close as his limbs wrapped around her in a hug. “The scandal!"

“The worst one I can imagine." He chirped softly, running a talon through her hair. “Though why would I let them keep me away from such a beautiful creature such as you? I'd have some words for any who would try and keep us apart."

His words were music, delightful wrapping her in a cloud of warmth. His eyes captivated her, pulling her spirit further into him. “Let them try. I will be queen after all." Never was she surer in her words. Whatever was to come, they would be in it together. Like she would have it any other way? She smirked at him as lewd thoughts came to her, his anticipation obvious on his face. His eyes would drift to her breasts, or wander down to her nethers and his throbbing member. It bounded in the air as she looked to it, spurting out another bit of pre like a promise. His hinds squeezed in and out, almost as if him being hard was a discomfort.

“Quite built up have we?" She squeezed his cheeks, getting a soft groan from him.

“How can I not. When the most enchanting creature I've seen goes about flaunting herself to me? I ache for you, practically drooling."

“I can see that." She giggled, staring blatantly at his barbed head. Her body clenched. She was pulled from her romantic bliss by Krotos who had started to sift through his glass jars. Though with her arousal gripping her thoughts she glanced back to the blue's maleness. It lay forgotten as he studied the jars. “I take it you lewd thing would like to see more?"

“We both know I'm here to observe and guide." Krotos ruffled his feathers, turning over a glass vial. “If I enjoy the view or not isn't a factor. I can always hump out my lewdness later."

“Into a certain dwarf?"

The gryphon chuckled, uncorking the vial and sniffing at the contents. “She loves it." The gryphon's eyes traveled about their trembling forms. “I would suggest riding him for your first position your majesty. It would be the easiest for you to control the situation. It also.." He glanced back to Voidwing with an amused chuckle. “It will also help the fledgling there keep his humps in check. Don't want to hurt his lover over a moment of uncontrolled passion."

“Course." She gulped, eying the powerful tool before her. Like she was a deer before a great predator. How it begged to spread her insides, to tease her until she was groaning around it. The size not to mention was intimidating. It would fill her up more than anything else! She glanced worrying back at her love, unease wiggling about her belly. Though his eyes shown true with a reflection of her own thoughts. That was what made it better.

“Scared?" He asked softly, running a talon along her sides. “I don't want to hurt you."

“Partially." She admitted, settling a hand onto his talons. “You're quite large." She giggled when his crowns extended. “Typical male."

“Not every day you have a future queen compliment your endowments."

“True." She shifted to face the patient looking gryphon. Which was ruined almost completely by his throbbing cock. “So how do we go about it? I take it you want to use those vials on us?"

“You could not I suppose." Krotos dragged a few of them over, settling onto his hinds a mere arm's length away. “Though I recommend these." He lifted a tannish looking liquid. “This one can enhance the pleasure, makes your skin tingle. And this one." He gestured to a clearer substance, that wiggled like jelly. “Is a lubricant meant to do some cooling and relaxing. It will help with the stretching of your love's arousal. Trust me dear. There is never enough lube when it comes to these types of couplings."

“Unless you got magic."

“That's cheating though. Nothing like fitting into a tight….well." Krotos winked, “It will only help you two."

“Now for the application. I find that if you two do it to one another it can be rather…romantic." Krotos pushed over the jar with a talon, and gesturing to it with a chirp. “I suggest working it about her breasts." He winked. “Most females love the intimacy."

“Well you heard him." Voidwing scooched up with her, dipping a talon into the thick tan colored substance. He pressed it to her skin with a loving coo, a warmth instantly spreading from his touch. It was soft, tender, and conveyed how much he cared as he slowly rubbed across her smooth skin. She trembled, sighing as his pads worked away any unease and worry that lay beneath her skin.

With the passing intimacy her heart beat ever faster as their pleased sounds grew more frequent. She quivered in his grasp, craving his every movement, she was blushing from all the sounds that he was getting out of her. Then to her blushing approval he started to lick her nipples with his thick, hot tongue. Then she was moaning against him, wrapping her arms around his head as he tendered to her with lokc, agonizing slow licks. Damn Krotos mentioned that females adored that action, and how was he right! Though he did slow his delightful teasing when she started to caress his feathers, rubbing in time with his licks while he purred. Delight fluttered about her soul as the air continued to grow thick with their ever increasing musk. Voidwing's traveling talons started to shift from her breasts to the rest of her, making sure to spread that warming liquid to every inch of her body. The only mistake he made was when he descended along her waist. One of his talons nicked at her skin, drawing a bit of blood. She silenced his sudden splayed ears and stammering apology with a kiss, her need for him not squashed in the slightest. Instead the flames within her coiled and danced, only increasing as he went about his intimate work. Then it was time for the lube, and she vowed to apply it first.

Dipping her hands into the jelly like substance felt cool and strange. Nothing like she'd experienced before. She admired Its gleaming surface for only a moment before slathering a generous bit of it all over her lover's pulsating spire. She smiled as he trembled beneath her with a weakened moan, twitching his tail and hinds in silent torture over her embrace. Each blissful moan only made her want it more, to bring this love of her life to unending pleasure. She pumped and massaged him until he was a collection of purring fur and feathers. His need for her was gasped from his beak when she stopped to admire him.

“Please." He begged as lust and love flickered across his apricot pools. Any need inside of her grew tenfold.

“Then apply the lube." She wiggled her rump at him, to which he caught with a lust filled growl. Within a heartbeat he was dabbing the cooler liquid over her lips, after he took a cheeky lick of her intimates.

“I will need to lick that again." He had cooed as his crowns extended.

“That so?" Her lip quivered as he massaged her sensitive folds with his tongue, disappointment striking her when he had applied the lube. Though her mind only whispered promises of something bigger to fill the void. Voidwing's cock bobbed in front of her, pre drooling from the tip as it glistened in the lantern light. It yearned for her touch.

“Ready?" She asked, positioning herself above his tapered tip. The pre that was oozing out of it, dabbing at her lips. His ears splayed as he gasped, his eyes fluttering as she descended a mere fraction of an inch down his length. Her groan joined his as the dominating length started to spread her, her insides rippling across him. His claw around her waist didn't stay still, each pleasurable movement trembling him.

“Yea…" He groaned, gripping her more firmly as she took another little bit inside him. It wasn't painful, but it certainly was filling. Something that rubbed every part of her. She groaned as her woman clenched around his hardened spire, lust bubbling about her moans. They giggled on her latest wet hug as gryphon pre splurt against her inner walls, a strange sensation that sent her need in overdrive. That was all they needed to start more.

She ascended, crying out as his head rubbed along each inch of her. The barbs not even a slight discomfort. If anything they were sinfully good, causing every inch to be a overload of stimulating bliss. She stopped at the tip, cheeks blushing and panting as they gazed into each other's eyes. He wanted her to return, a pleasurable haze about his eyes as he softly caressed her waist.

“Want me to go back?" She teased, smiling as he moaned while his tip flexed at her entrance.

“Yes…." He squirmed.

“Then say it for me." She ground against his tip, eyes fluttering like a moth's wing at the sensation. To be honest, it might be her that couldn't wait to return, her gryphon begging or not.

“Please Nivra. My cock throbs for you! Spread yourself around it. I have never had more pleasure in all my days." He gasping words were music to her lust filled ears.

With a moan she returned, spreading herself ever further along his maleness. Even a few more inches than she had before. Voidwing shuttered and moaned her name as pussy wrapped him like a favorite jacket. Together they moaned, losing all sense except for each other. She rose and fell, working more and more of her lover's cock into her, turning her more into a wild animal with every pleasure filled hiss.

Wet smacks sounded out through the room as they built up a pleasurable rythem. That was after she was given a chance to adjust to his size the further she descended. They would pant, she would clench, and the seconds would be filled with pleasurable warbles and the licking of her breasts. Though eventually passion started to take it's hold. Soft descents started to come more quickly, and their moans only increased in volume. Part of her kept telling her to silence herself, but each descent along his cock kept undermining that thought. It was hard to not voice her joyous approval. His length was wonderful, delightful, and she squeezed every inch she could fit. Squealing in delight with every milking clench.

The air grew thick with the smells of their lovemaking as their sounds combined into a cacophony of pleasure. Satisfaction spread across her face as she was able to fit half of him inside. His eyes clenched, crowns extending. His breath starting to come erratically. His orgasm was swiftly approaching. She felt him twitch inside as he lightly humped up into, unable to hold it in any longer. This was the crescendo she wanted, groaning out his name as the gryphon conquered her pussy.

“Nivra." He moaned, legs trembling. “I'm gonna….."

She clenched around him, dripping and crying out his name as her own rose up within her. She tried to focus on him, finish with him. Krotos said something about that being her G spot and to keep hitting that, but his words were lost within Voidwing's orgasmic cry.

Cum raced up his length, spurting out his engorged head like cannon. Each pulse she felt throb within her, guided along by her own orgasmic clenches. It painted her insides with thick, warm strands of gryphon batter. Her hands clenched his fur tightly as her insides shook, her back arched, and her pussy clamped down fluttered over every inch. Pleasure lit up her entire body, near blinding in its intensity as she came.

Voidwing screeched in bliss below her as her pussy established a death grip on his sensitive maleness.

She crumbled onto his panting chest as her love continued to pulse into her sensitive folds. He was massaging her back as he looked to her, eyes practically twinkling in the lantern light. How handsome he looked in this moment. Pleasured out of his mind, eyes focused squarely on her, filled with a love she wished to return. His crowns had yet to extend to which she giggly pointed out. She held his beak, never feeling warmer.

“f..fantastic." Voidwing panted, nuzzling at her cheek. “You're lips seem to yearn for more."

“Same…to you my dearest gryph." She grinned, relishing each lewd pulse of his member still buried within her. It was as he said as her pussy quivered, drawing a moan from her exterted gryph. “And you did excellent."

“Good to hear." He purred, “I take it you wouldn't be against doing this again?"

“Of course not." She sighed, resting against him. Her body ever sore from the stretching it received. But there was more then just the satisfaction of fitting him and getting came in. There was this closeness about them as they cuddled. Even more than they had done before. While he held her she felt ever more safe, and attached to him than she had ever felt before. This was why people did this. “Your queen demands many more workouts of this kind with you."

“I can agree to that." He rumbled, tenderly running a talon along her spine. “Love you."

“As do I Voidy." She kissed him again as Krotos excused himself with a bow of extended wings.

“I'll leave you to it then."

“Hey!" She shifted slightly with a laugh, unable to move much else with the gryphon's cock still wedged right inside her. She bit her lip as the sudden movement rubbed her still sensitive pussy. She eyed the blue's bobbing length as he made for the door with a sway of his tail. Maybe it was the lust still talking, or how there was one buried in her, but a sliver of lust traveled up her weakened body. “Do you need a hand with that?"

“As much as that's appreciated." Krotos turned to her with a lewd grin. “The first time between ones such as yourself restricts my involvement. It should be no other way." He winked. “Besides. I have a dwarf to go find. I'm sure she will love the humping I'm going to give to her."

“Of course you will." She waved him off as Voidwing and her chuckled together. When the Krotos left she sank onto the bodyguard's chest with a content sigh. She didn't even think she had the energy to get to the bed. Her legs felt like jelly from their exerting love making. “You make a fine bed." She mumbled into his feathery chest as Voidwing went rather limp below her. His fluids ran out of her and onto his fur. Though in their state neither minded as they nuzzled up against one another.

“Which makes you a blanket?"

“That it does." She laughed, eyes closing as he wrapped a foreleg around her. She was just going to stay like this for a moment longer, then they would get to bed. Though with each passing breath and moving claw, that became a distant memory. Their eyes closed together, whispering loving words before drifting off with one another to slumber's embrace.