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One month later. Sinbad and Hasina had set up camp at a large oasis, a splash of green date trees and bushes and the blue of a large pool of fresh rain water against a sea of dusty tan, orange, and brown. Right next to the oasis was a cliff, several hundred feet high with a trail leading to the top, that provided some shade in the daytime. Non-sentient feral animals, like gazelles, hippos, and onagers, made the oasis their home, thriving on the lush vegetation and water. Feral crocodiles, leopards, and striped hyenas in turn thrived on them. While Sinbad was off gathering water and dates, Hasina reclined at camp in the shade of a tree stripped of its edible dates, preening her feathers and fur to clean and maintain them: Her tail fan, her rump, her legs, her breast, her head [crest](#). Lastly, she reached her wings, which were now almost completely regrown after being constantly clipped to keep her from flying away during her time as a slave. After admiring her handiwork, she spotted a shirtless Sinbad climbing a date tree to retrieve the sweet fruit hanging in clusters at the top. It was then that the gryphoness suddenly felt rather hot, even uncomfortably so, despite being in the shade. She headed to drink from the watering hole, chalking it up to an especially intense sun.

She dipped her head into the water, raising it and tipping it back to allow the cool liquid to run down her throat.

“Got the dates to trade in Marsana." said Sinbad's voice behind her. Looking back, she was met with a faceful of his muscular body, slick with sweat from the heat and exertion of climbing trees. Hasina spluttered with shock as her face turned red, coughing as water went down the [wrong](#) tube.

“Easy there," said Sinbad, slight worry in his voice. “You okay?"

“Yeah," coughed Hasina. “I'm fine, you just startled me, is all."

“Anyway, I got the dates ready to trade at Marsana. I can't believe I haven't been to my own home city since I ran away."

“I can't wait to see where you grew up," said Hasina with a smile. “Oh, and look."

Hasina spread her wings, revealing their full thirty foot span.

“I'm pretty sure my wings have fully grown back in. Almost, at least." she said with a proud smile as she flexed and showed off each wing.

“Wings like an angel's," said Sinbad with a smile and a small bow for comedic [effect](#). “Have you thought about testing them?"

“Testing them?"

“Yep. From on top of the cliff." said Sinbad, gesturing to the cliff behind them.

“I don't see why not." said Hasina with a shrug.

After a rather tiring hike up the trail, the pair made it to the top of the cliff, the both of them peering down over the edge hundreds of feet.

“So, what," said Sinbad. “Do you just jump off and flap?"

“In addition to factoring in wind currents, pretty much."

“Then go on." said Sinbad with a supportive grin. Hasina breathed deeply and spread her wings to their fullest length. Taking a few body lengths back, she sprinted towards the edge and leapt.

Sinbad could no longer see her as she dropped like a stone. Looking over the edge in fright and worry, he was startled by Hasina, flying upward with a musical cry like an eagle and a peacock's combined.

“Yes!" shouted Sinbad ecstatically, sharing the happiness with Hasina, who was beside herself with joy at being able to fly for the first time in years, so much that tears streamed out of her eyes, falling like rain to the oasis below. She soared for many minutes, performing all manner of complex aerial maneuvers: Corkscrews, stalls, and helices to name a few. At last, she touched down next to Sinbad, breathing heavily.

“That was incredible," said Sinbad. “Truly a sight to behold."

“Thank you," said Hasina as her breathing returned to normal. “It means a lot to me."

“I wonder what it's like to fly," said Sinbad. “To soar above the ground with not a care in the world."

“I can show you," said Hasina, her ears perking up. “If you want." Her ears instantly dropped as soon as she said it. What am I thinking?! Why did I say that?!, she thought.

“Sure!" said Sinbad as Hasina put on an almost false grin.

“Great," Hasina managed to say. “Just hop on my back."

Hasina prepared herself for what was probably the most physical she and Sinbad had ever been. Sinbad laid his hands on her back and pushed off the ground with a leg. Placing one leg on one side of Hasina's body, just behind the wings, and doing the same for the other, he was firmly on top of Hasina. He could've sworn he heard a small noise come from her, almost like a quiet moan.

“You alright?" he asked.

“Yeah," she said, sounding almost strained. Her breathing was heavy and her cheeks were flushed with blood. “I'm perfectly fine. Let's go." Together, they jumped off the cliff, only this time, there was no swoop upward almost right away like the first time.

“Hasina?" questioned Sinbad. “Are you sure you're alright?" The gryphoness didn't respond, her wings tensed up in a gliding position as they made their way toward the ground. She continued until they landed rather roughly, tumbling over with a soft landing of sand.

When Hasina came back to the land of the living, she found herself lying on her back… with Sinbad laying on her belly, facing her. She let out an alarmed squawk and scooted her way out from under him, panting heavily.

“Hasina," said Sinbad as he rose to his feet. “What's going on?" Hasina looked down at her talons, ears back. She remained this way until letting out a big sigh.

“Ithinkimightbeinheat." she said quietly and rapidly, still looking at her talons.

“What?" asked Sinbad.

“I think I might be in heat," said Hasina, her whole face red as she turned away from Sinbad. “There, I said it!"

“Oh," said Sinbad before stopping to think for a moment. “Is that all?" Hasina turned back to him, surprised.

“You're not upset or confused or anything?" she asked.

“Well, aside from not knowing gryphons went into heat, no," said Sinbad. “It's a perfectly natural thing."

“Well, thanks for giving me The Talk, Dad." said Hasina sarcastically, to which Sinbad let out a chuckle.

“Anyway," he said. “Is this your first time?"

“No," said Hasina. “It started about five years ago, and it comes off and on throughout the year."

“Do you ever, you know, do anything about it?"

“I mean, by myself, yes."

“Okay," said Sinbad. “That's fine. I just want to let you know that if you ever need to leave and, you know, take care of business, you can. I understand."

“Okay. Thank you," said Hasina. “Now can we please drop it before it gets any more awkward? I'm going to go cool off in the water."

“Yes, let's," said Sinbad. “You go ahead."

As Sinbad watched Hasina soak in the cool water of the oasis, he sort of understood what she was going through. Sure, he wasn't a gryphoness, but he had his own share of times when he desired company of intimate kind. And yet, he never carried out those desires. He didn't quite understand why. Maybe it was because he was too scared to, or that he wanted to [save](#) his first time for someone that truly meant a lot to him, or perhaps all or none of those options. What he did know was that he had certainly come to care for her more and more as time went on, and that he should let her do whatever it takes for her to scratch that itch of hers, for her sake. It was also then that suddenly, just as Hasina's did before, his heart began to beat hard and fast as he looked upon the white gryphoness. Maybe it was her beautiful appearance. Maybe it was her personality. Maybe it was the fact that she was the one who stayed with him after all those years of being alone. Sinbad's heart and mind were racing: What if my feelings are beyond friendship? he thought.

Night came. Hasina stayed up to make sure Sinbad was asleep, then flew up to the clifftop. Circling around, she made herself comfortable, laying on her side. She then lifted a hind leg, exposing her swollen pussy, already dripping with anticipation. Leaning over and putting her lifted leg over her head, she began to slowly tongue herself, a relieved gasp coming from her as pleasure spread through her body. Slowly she ran her tongue across her slit, the heat in her body gradually dying down for now. She then inserted her tongue inside herself, drawing a moan from her beak. In and out of her vagina her tongue went, waves of intense pleasure coursing through her. She did this until she felt herself come close to releasing, then stopped.

“Not yet," she panted. “Not yet."

She put herself on her back, wings and hind legs spread, and began to rub her swollen clit in circles with one forepaw, being careful not to claw herself, and play with her teats with the other. An especially loud moan came from her as the pleasure only intensified.

“Ah, fuck," Hasina moaned. “Oh, yes." Her breath came in ragged gasps as her face flushed with blood, going faster and faster with her paws, drawing closer and closer to her peak. “Sinbad," she called out in ecstasy, her mind addled with pleasure, imagining the human thrusting in and out of her. “Sinbad, yes! Yes, fuck me! Just like that! Yes! Yes! Yes! Sinbad!" She came with a euphoric scream of Sinbad's name and a gush of fluids, erupting from her depths like a geyser of lust.

Basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, Hasina panted with bliss and did her best to clean herself with her tongue. It was only a moment later that she realized what she had done, her ears dropping and eyes widening with shock and embarrassment. She flew down to the oasis to bathe herself, closing her eyes as she soaked in the cool night water. Once she was done, she dried herself and looked into Sinbad's tent, looking at his peacefully sleeping form. She gave a quiet sigh as she turned and laid down not too far outside. What in the name of Gryphus are you doing, Hasina, she thought to herself before drifting into a conflicted sleep.