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Chapter 25

Back to their room the gryphon and human were led, adrift with questions of what the dragon had running through his head. No doubt fantasies and lewd thoughts stirred in a salacious storm, beneath crimson scales, blushing Arcturus’ cheeks as the dragon’s tail swished back and forth. Once within their chambers, rumbling to himself, Veledar procured candles to adorn every inch he could find space. With a swish of his paw, eyes gleaming with mischief they all lit at once, encompassing the room in a sultry, red-orange glow.

Without prompting, the chill of the air demanded that it be warmed. Arcturus and Skywing gathered logs, dry and ready, stacking them high within the fireplace. With perked ears and anticipation upon their lips, they brought life to the crackling, twisting flames that would cast away what cold still lingered. Turning round, they found the dragon upon the bed on his side in a suggestive pose, his tail flicking in amusement. The stage was set, the players ready, the fog of lust rested upon all their brows. What came next, neither knight or gryphon could have possibly imagined.

“You know, this isn’t what I thought when you said we were going to be your playthings.” Skywing said, fluffing his feathers as he read over a book within his talons. He was reared up onto his haunches, onyx ears splayed, tail thrashed against the floor.

Arcturus was opposite of him, clad within nobleman’s cloths, finely stitched and without blemish across their surface. His hair trimmed, skin clean, he was the spitting image of those counting themselves of the higher class. Within his hands was the same book, his face a mirror of the gryphon’s confusion. “I am in agreement, I thought it was going to be something else entirely.”

Veledar hissed upon the air, belly laying against the bed, frills gently fluttered in and out, his nostrils flaring as the fireplace’s sinister dance, reflected within his sapphire pools. “Those are not the lines you two. Read the part, the good part that I’ve underlined.”

Skywing groaned, smacking the page with an indignant squawk. “The entire page is underlined.”

“And yet you don’t say them.”

“Arcturus is he playing a trick upon us? Or is this how he truly thinks?”

“Sometimes.” Replied the knight, reading over his part in this play. “Though what possessed him to this is beyond me.” He searched the dragon’s flicking tail, sensing the lust twisting, and churning beneath the surface. Why he was waiting to pounce was beyond him.

“Excuse me if we dragons are not like the feathers and fluff of your kind Skywing.” Veledar huffed, looking away as if wounded, “We don’t toss ourselves at those we wish to mate with.”

“Literally you’ve done that the entire time.”

“But we are mates Umraadi. That should be expected.” He growled, “Now, Skywing say the line. It will please me.”

“But why?” The gryphon groaned, tossing his head, ears pinned. “You’ve not said.”

“I’ve no need to do so! Both of you agreed to this, so say the lines.”

“Arcturus, tell me he isn’t being serious. That this is some elaborate jest to tease us, get us to beg.”

His brow rose, “Actually, you share a good point, teasing me definitely sounds like him.”

Veledar thrashed his tail with a groan, “I am not teasing you, nor am I getting you back.” Down went his paw against the ground as he levied the gryphon with a heavy stare, “Just say the line gryphon.”

Seeing that there would be no swaying the dragon from this course of action, Skywing sighed and shifted his attentions to Arcturus. Eyes glistened, winked in the firelight as he fluffed and pinned his feathers. “My dearest Bruno, my heart yearns for thee. Even after all these years apart. Know that while the miles ever seemed so far, my thoughts were ever on you. Do not…” His eyes narrowed on the page, “Does that say beers?”

“Fear.” Growled Veledar. “Can you read?”

“Can you write better? Honestly.” He composed himself with a thump of his tail, resuming his longful look to the knight before him, “But I’m afraid to say that your beauty fails woefully short to our draconic host.”

Arcturus rolled his eyes at the on the nose line, clearly the dragon writing this to stroke his ever-growing ego. Around the gryphon the knight did stride, well versed in this sort of thing. A hand caressed those ivory feathers, drifting softly as though he were a lover. Up they went, teasing at the obsidian crown feathers, resting upon Skywing’s twitching ears. Faces almost pressed together, his breath caught in his throat. Within those soft blue seas was not the care of the play, but that of his treasured friend. He wore a smirk as he was commanded, cupping the gryphon’s chin. “Oh, that I know dearest Mistclaw, for your emotions have been made clear. Why must you come to me in this hour? The time before I am supposed to be wed? Did not you know?”

“I could not wait a moment longer.” Replied the gryphon, pulling away to rest upon all fours. He strode with a sway across the room, snapping back as Arcturus followed. “For I know you are to make a terrible mistake. That wife of yours never would cherish you, sing to you, nor would she share the tender night.” His chest swelled, feathers fluffed, “You should be marrying me dear Bruno.”

It was the knights turn to wheel away, back of his hand to his head as if scorned, “You’re asking me to throw away years of tradition, be whisked away by your talons. Do you hear yourself?”

“Yes!” Skywing trotted to him, resting a talon upon his waist and spinning the human around. Inches from one another, the catbirds warm breath flushed the human’s cheeks. “I beg of you Bruno. For I can’t fathom a day without you, I know it is the same for you.” His ears pinned as he shook his head, “Go on, tell me that I am wrong, send me away!”

Veledar nodded, eyes locked upon the pair. “Yes.” He hissed, “Yes, such commitment.”

Tender hands moved to caress the gryphon’s neck, the would be lovers held in sway. Arcturus could feel his blood warming, the gryphon’s earthy scent making his head spin. How much of this was Veledar corrupting this act? The nature of the bond, twisting beneath his flesh. There they rested in silence, waiting upon an edge for the command.

“I see what you’re doing you salacious beast.” Skywing chirped with a knowing glance towards the dragon. “This is all some form of foreplay for you.”

“Shut up and kiss!” Rumbled the dragon with a tapping paw.

Blushing, Arcturus caressed those soft ears, like he’d done so many times before. The play was discarded with a breath, as imagery of their time together flashed before his eyes. He’d always been there, protective, kind, courageous, a bright spot within the dark. Cheeks flushed as crown feathers rose, he imagined they’d do so, even without the dragon’s prompting. He composed himself, with a chuckle, resuming character. “Oh Mistclaw! How I’ve waited to hear those words grace your beak! Yes! A thousand times yes, I will run off with you. Now kiss me you fool!” Without embarrassment, he leaned in, the gryphon’s beak parting. Though he had no lips to soften the embrace, it was no less enjoyable. They traded spit and tongues as a talon drifted to hold and caress Arcturus’ head as though he were a lover.

They continued for several moments; the air filled with their passion. Years adrift were cast away, all accompanied by soft trills and tender flicks of the gryphon’s tail. Time had no meaning, their heartbeats seemingly intertwined, neither wished to part. All of this ended as a crimson snout descended upon them, eyes aflame, frills flared, his tail poised to strike.

“No, no, no, you’re doing it wrong.” Veledar growled, dragging the pair apart with a crimson paw. “Where is the passion? The love? I expected better!”

Skywing fluffed his feathers with a confused squawk, ears twitching as his head cocked. “What are you on dragon? That was with as much passion as I could muster. I kissed him as though he were the one that my heart beats for.”

“And yet you’ve gone and disappointed me.” Huffed the dragon.

Arcturus laid a tender hand upon Veledar, chuckling to himself. The gryphon was of course right, the knight could have drifted off there, held within those careful talons. “Don’t mind the dragon Skywing, he’s pulling at your leg. I could feel the passion. He likes to see how fluffed your feathers can get.”

Veledar rounded upon him with a growl, “You know, this doesn’t work, if you keep undermining me.”

“Then stop making it so easy Umraadi.” He smirked as the snout drew closer, mere inches before the dragon chuffed, ruffling his hair. “Now, why lie and say Skywing had no passion? I say he rivaled you in that regard.”

“Do I need a reason to kiss you?” Whispered the dragon with a playful smirk, “Must you ruin the act? Now come here.” His paw wrapped around Arcturus with ease, pulling the blushing knight closer to him. Once seated and the man against his scaled chest, he dipped his head, gracing his love with his sinful tongue. Eyes closed as the dragon groaned, pressing down into Arcturus’ until the man’s lips yielded to his demand. Nostrils flared in victory as his hands came to caress and reward his snout.

Blood ran hot as Veledar’s need coursed through him. It overpowered every breath, fogging his mind with lewd thoughts and promises of utter bliss than no one else could stoke. It was intoxicating, tantalizing, it left him trembling as he drifted along crimson scales, ever growing hotter with every lustful snort. He knew with every groan and moan, the pleasure would only grow, the dragon’s bond ensuring they’d be trapped within a wheel of utter delight.

But the dragon knew when to pull away, leaving a trail of saliva connecting maw and mouth. It left Arcturus’ feeling empty, only wishing for that fleshy appendage to return. Veledar smirked, casting a smug glance upon the sitting gryphon, who was utterly captivated by the sight he saw. “Something a little like that.” The dragon rumbled, gracing his knight with a parting nuzzle before returning to the bed. “Now, you try.” Veledar gestured with a wing and roll of a paw, “Don’t be alarmed if you fail to capture that level of passion. I am very skilled in that regard.”

To Arcturus’ surprise, the gryphon did not share a look of competition, not a glint of enjoyment in his eyes. His ears splayed, tail tucked, he looked as tentative as a young gryph getting introduced to mating for the first time. When he spoke, it was low and reserved, a pale shadow of the commanding, confident gryphon that Arcturus knew. “You know, this was a mistake.” He rose, casting his sight away as he headed for the door. “Tonight, is for something more, and clearly that spark is missing.”

“Skywing!” Both dragon and knight exclaimed in unison, one more out of care, the other with a lustful growl.

“You gave your word gryphon.” Veledar stomped his paw, “Is this what amounts to a plaything for the evening? I expected more of the one Arcturus’ held dear.”

The gryphon turned, his expression unchanged, “That I did dragon. But this is wrong, nor is it what I thought in my head.” To Arcturus, lonesome eyes did fall, tugging at the knight’s heart.

“He is only joking when he says plaything.” Replied Arcturus softly, “If you want him to drop the act, only say. This is supposed to be a night of relaxation and kinship.” But the words appeared to fall upon deaf ears, doing no more to brighten his expression than a damp rag, “Come back, we’ll start this-“

“The offer is kind.” Skywing shook his head, “But it doesn’t suit me. Tonight, is the Kerchak, the calming before the storm. It’s meant for the loved ones to come together, embrace one final time before the uncertainty of the battles ahead. For the coming days are fraught with peril you know this, where death could come for any of at a moment’s notice. It is not for flights of fancy, playthings, or mere sex. I should have mentioned before keeping up with the charade.” To Arcturus his eyes fell, a sliver of hurt within, of words unsaid, paths not taken. “Long ago, I may have had that glint in your eye. When we had Selina and each other. I remember those days when we had only each other, as though they were a book, just on the other page.” He took a deep breath, ears twitching as he continued to bear his thoughts. “But those days are gone. The ones I remember of a young knight, gasping as I took him for the first time. So, dragon. I see that look in his eye, the love that he shares for you. I’m happy, for you both. But don’t waste this final night on me. I’ll go find the other gryphons under my command. I’m sure they’d be willing for an old gryphon commander.”

“Is that how you see it?” Growled Veledar, cutting him off with a thump of his tail. “That this was all some game for me to play overlord? Get you two to kiss and act out my baser, draconic instincts? For me to expose my lance?”

Skywing pulled back, one ear twitching, “Was it not?”

“To be fair.” Arcturus crossed his arms, “You literally said be your plaything. What other conclusion should we take from that?”

Veledar groaned, nostrils flaring, his reply dull, “Of course I wasn’t being serious.” When no one replied he sauntered off the bed tenderly, tail swaying. To Skywing he did slink with long, seductive strides, as though he were still trying to show off for his Umraadi. As Skywing shivered, the dragon rumbled, just out of wing reach. “I may not have shared the years of which Arcturus got to know you. But I know you mean to him as much as his family did. In the time that I’ve come to know you, brief though it might be, you seem a gryphon of honor, nobility, kindness, and a character of which I can admire.” He rumbled and searched Arcturus with a loving smile, “All of the qualities that Arcturus has shown in spades.”

“Yes but-“ Skywing began, only to be silenced with a growl, the dragon sliding around him.

“If the only thing having you leave, is my lack of care as you said. Then know this, and don’t take it lightly.” His chest swelled, neck rose, as he assumed a regal pose. He even pumped his wings ever slightly for added effect.

“Are you sure?” Arcturus asked, figuring what the dragon was up to.

“What’s he doing?” Skywing asked sheepishly, as Veledar rumbled.

The dragon nodded, “Skywing, not many have been graced with this. It is reserved for those I respect or care for. You may have questioned this between your furry ears, pondered in your sleep, desired to know it. Sleep easy my kittybird, for you can wonder no more.” He rolled a paw to his chest, “ My name, is Veledar. Keep it well, as I will treasure you.”

The gryphon was silent for a moment, but his ears perked up. “But I already had your name.”

“Of which you obtained illegally.” The dragon’s snout wrinkled, “All because a paladin couldn’t stitch his lips shut.”

“Technically there is no law against it.” Arcturus added, only to be met with a harsh snort and narrowed gaze.

Veledar growled, “But it is a tradition that you ignored.” He huffed to compose himself, before lowering his snout to Skywing’s level, surprising the gryphon with a tender nuzzle. For a minute he held the kittybird in sway, ivory feathers and crimson scales kissing, “Now, if that has swayed away your darker thoughts, please stay. I know I will greatly enjoy it.”

When Skywing turned to Arcturus, eyes pleading, the knight could only smile. Of course, they both knew what he would say, but it needed to be vocalized. Just as he’d done all those years before, he spoke as if nothing had changed. “Come now Skywing, I want you here. Cease with this foolishness, get your sexy bum over here. Here I didn’t think you one to doubt me.”

Ears stood tall, feathers fluffed, as relief rushed through his face. The gryphon did a little dance with his hinds, wings fluffing in and out as he gave a joyous trill. He pounced upon Arcturus to continue the song, rubbing his flank along the laughing man, nearly knocking him over. He nuzzled and let his feelings run forth, ending with a wing wrapped around him, foreheads pressed together.

“I should not have doubted you, or the dragon.” Skywing said softly, “Forgive me.” The gryphon shook as Arcturus massaged his ears, and the dragon rubbed up along his fur.

“You’re forgiven. We all can think foolish thoughts.” Veledar said, licking along his neck.

“I have been blessed, for some unknown reason. To reconcile with my friend, and then to be asked to share a night of passion with he and his mate.” Words failed as he trembled, ears pinning to his neck. “I deserve not this.”

“To be fair.” Arcturus scoffed, “Veledar, while being true, also wants to mount your behind.”

“Can’t it be both?” Shrugged the dragon, fluffing his wings. “I can be equally caring, mindful and lewd all at the same time.” When Skywing’s eyes welled with tears, the dragon nuzzled him, oblivious. “And you Skywing have earned the right to share our beds whenever you fancy.”

“I don’t…” His reply came in a mournful cry, “I can’t.” He tried to pull away but found himself held firm, by both forepaw and an arm filled hug around the throat. “Why? After what had happened. Two years Arcturus. I stayed away for two years. When you needed me, when spirits were lost, you could have done something terrible and yet I kept distance out of shame! How can you forgive me, show me any kindness after that? Let alone let me have you as though nothing has happened?” Rivers came down his cheeks, “I don’t deserve either of you.”

His friend needed him. Arcturus brushed away those tears, staring deep into those pained pools. He was a rock in which the gryphon could cling to. Hands brushed through feathers, massaging pain away with every movement. “You’ve already said this. Don’t let guilt plague at you, I hold nothing against you. Would I be here now if I wished you away? Skywing, I would have no one else here save you and Veledar. I say you are to be forgiven, that those days while dark, sad, and bleak, are in the past. I have Veledar thanks to you. Please let us carry you into the future, you deserve to find happiness.”

“Arc. I don’t deserve you.” Skywing pulled away, holding the man tenderly with a talon. “I’ve always loved you. Before you met Selina, in Rothdell, then during our time with her, now beyond. If I’d gone to you in those two years…What bleakness I could have spared for us both.” He sniffed, tenderly massaging the man’s back, ears splayed. “If you’ll allow me this comfort, I’ll never stray far again. Your years will find me within them, not a shadow but the sun. I shall always be there for you or him, like I should have been.”

What emotion had gripped Skywing spread to Arcturus, tears welling in the man’s eyes. Holding Skywing close, they pressed foreheads as he smiled. “As it should be.” He slipped a hand to stroke tenderly his friend’s feathery jaw, “You might not be my Umraadi, but you’re far greater than a mere friend could be. You’ve clutched part of my heart held it tight, unable to be simply cast aside.” He shook, eyes closing as Skywing wrapped his wings around him. “Know that I love you with all my heart, just as we did with Selina. You were there for Geoffrey’s first steps, you shared our bed, you cried with us, laughed with us…Loved with us.” Tears came down the paladin’s cheek as Skywing shook, remembering the times they’d shared, the life now ash thanks to Dreadflame’s claws. “Stay…Selina would not want you to feel unloved.”

“Smart woman.” He replied with a shaky chirp, clutching the human tight. “Always setting you on the right path.”

He let the gryphon cry on his shoulder until the weakness had passed, both had always given each other that comfort. It was only when Veledar huffed and growled did Arcturus’ part, sensing the jealousy twisting below his scales. Slipping away from Skywing’ embrace he caressed the dragon’s jaw, kissing upon his cheek to draw out a half-hearted growl. The beast’s paw wrapped around him, pressing him firmly against his chest.

“You have nothing to grumble about Umraadi.” Arcturus reassured the dragon, glancing up to those majestic eyes. “For you light a fire within me that gives my spirit wings. My heart throbs and beats for you, my soul is ever intertwined with yours.” He smiled warmly, hands stroking either side of his snout until he laid a kiss upon his lips, “And I can’t fathom a day without your presence. For that, I will spend the rest of my days, making your days ever brighter.” For his words the dragon had but one reply, a parting of his jaw and locking Arcturus in the most passionate of kisses. Eyes fluttered as the dragon’s tail thumped in victory, tongue soon laying conquest of his mouth.

“And you know what just to say to win mine.” Veledar rumbled, pulling away from their embrace, “You are a sexy thing when you wish to be Umraadi. If not for my vast patience, I’d toss you to our bed and rut you right now for such enchanting words. But while I blissfully imagine the sound of my scales thumping against yours, ripping pleasured songs from your throat, I will wait.” He gestured to Skywing, who had clambered up to the bed, laying down upon his belly. “For I believe we have another in need of your attention.”

“Oh, you don’t have to quite-“ Skywing began, only for Arcturus to crawl to him, pressing firmly with his hands and shifting the gryphon over with to his back. Hinds were spread, foreclaws rested at ease, ears splayed, the gryphon moaned as the knight pressed tenderly to his feathers, massaging along his neck, straddling his chest with his thighs.

Down Arcturus pressed with his delicate fingers, knowing parts of Skywing better than himself. Around the neck, linger on the chest, head back towards his head. It was a careful rhythm he repeated, occasionally rubbing the gryphon’s cheeks and running his fingers firmly along his ears. The paladin huffed in pride as a pleasured gasp left the gryphon’s beak.

“Oh gods, this is happening.”

“Yes it is.” Arcturus buried his face into the gryphon’s feathers, breathing deep the earthy scent. Kissing and teasing more pleasured chirps, the man rose to kiss upon his beak. A talon rose unprompted to caress his head, pressing him into Skywing’s waiting spread beak. There their tongues wrestled with one another, soft groans being shared between the two. They ground against each other, hands and talons caressing the other, every breath warmed their blood. They were only broken out of their passionate haze as Veledar’s teeth found purchase on the back of Arcturus’ shirt.

“Remove this article of clothing Arcturus.” Demanded the dragon, “Else I will rip it to shreds.”

“Someone getting excited?” He chuckled, lifting himself up to straddle the gryphon below. Into that smug feathery face he gazed, seeing the look he’d known so well. It held him sway as he lifted his shirt, aided by the dragon’s insistent tugging. With a gasp it was gone, leaving him exposed, bare flesh still cool despite the flames. Hungry eyes were on him as he moved to remove his trousers, but Skywing’s talons latched onto his waist, denying him. Cheeks flushed as he spied the mischief in the gryphon’s eye, reminding the man how domineering the gryphon got in bed. “I think I need you to remove those to-“ His words devolved to a groan as Veledar surprised him with a tender lick across the back. He shook as warmth caressed from back to neck, groaning the dragon’s name. Though with his weakness exposed, Skywing was not one to sit idly by. The gryphon leaned up and attacked the man’s chest, doing just as the dragon had done.

For minutes he was held in their passionate grasp, unable to slip himself free. Any twist and attempt to escape was met with a chuff and firm grip from the gryphon, his talons poised to draw blood. It told the human that he was here as long as he demanded it, and would be free when he wished. In a cradle of pleasure he was trapped, every inch of his flesh slathered in the attentions of dragon and gryph.

“Both of you are…impossible.” He managed to groan, trying to shift but still held firm. Cheeks blushed most profusely. When he next voiced his delight, Veledar silenced him with his maw, forcing him to groan into the dragon’s feisty tongue. Eyes fluttered closed as he was gifted an affectionate chuff, timed with the dry thrust of the gryphon below him.

It was maddening, pounding at the paladin’s senses. With each groan and grind against the gryphon he found himself evaporating into a mad beast of lust. Breaths were filled with the smell of dragon and gryphon, combining into a poignant aroma that tickled Arcturus in all the right ways. He could spend days here if they so wished it. Was this the effect of their strengthened bond, the dragon’s pleasure bouncing off one another? In such a state he was oblivious as Skywing moved his talons, carefully robbing Arcturus’ of his trousers.

“There we are, beautiful as always.” Skywing said softly, admiring the bare human atop him. Attention flicked for a moment to the man’s uncut length, rock hard and drooling pre. “Someone likes being caught between us.”

He nodded, the dragon not letting him go.

“And with that, I do believe we shall begin.” Veledar pulled back, pressing a tender paw along Arcturus’ chest. With ease he cast him to the bed, his snout a perfect reflection of the paladin’s own. Powerful paws landed on either side of the human’s head, letting the dragon loom over him, eyes blazing in need.

Before Arcturus could question his predicament, he found himself bombarded by the dragon’s affections. Another kiss, another trill, any reservations were soon dug out by the dragon’s tongue. What was he doing to him? Every snort made his body shiver, each tail swish stoked his lust. He pulled back and groaned the dragon’s name. That brought a grin and grind of his crimson hips, a dragon pounding at the gate so to speak.

The man was rotated, leaving one end of the dragon for another. There he was faced with the beast’s enticing slit. Red-orange scales meant to flick away blades led him to the oozing area where the dragon’s weapon did lay. The one the dragon joked was an Arcturus tamer. How many times had he found himself here? Hands pressed upwards to the warm scales, traveling downwards. Scales grew softer as he neared, the smell of his dragon soon catching his nose. It was spicy, smelled of musk, it made the man’s head spin. Veledar’s groan of utter satisfaction warmed his heart, tickled his ears, practically commanding the man to start lapping at the slit’s outer edges. The taste was no less pleasing than the scent, but more potent. It tickled his lips, enveloping him in a haze of masculine power.

“That’s it my love. Drink of me, give your gryphon a show.” Hissed Veledar, his rear end twitching as Arcturus dragged his tongue slowly around the opening.

In worship he kissed, slobbering himself over the outer scales. Cheeks burned, the dragon’s words practically a pleasurable jolt to the system, it drove him further. As Veledar lifted his leg to show him off, like some lewd prize, Arcturus caught sight of Skywing, locked upon his servitude.

The gryphon was on his side, eyes ever hungry. His tail flicked as if requesting him to continue.

No shame, no embarrassment, he would feed off Veledar’s desires, mixing with his. Thrill crackled through his veins as the dragon’s moist vent yielded to his tongue. As Veledar trembled and groaned, he did it again, then again, each time pride shining through.

“Deeper.” Commanded Veledar his voice firm but caring, both knowing they enjoyed this.

The paladin groaned, delving his tongue into that musky slit, tasting the slime that would ignite his passions. Years of research had instilled that dragon’s pre was an aphrodisiac, he’d never imagined he’d find himself, worshiping one to get it. It was warm, wet and welcoming, very much like a pussy. The inner walls were textured, and Veledar’s gentle shifts and squirms were music to Arcturus’ soul. Deeper he drifted, each delve of his tongue wanting more, until his eyes were fluttering, losing himself in the dragon’s pleasure.

“That’s it my love.” Veledar groaned in bliss, gracing the man with the slightest of humps. “Enjoy it while you can, for you’ll be losing ground.”

Of that the dragon did not lie, the paladin tamer within had begun to stir. With every indulgent slurp, it pulsed to life, restricting the ground in which his tongue could play. Eventually its arrival was all that mattered, the head meeting his tongue with every delve. The pre whispered of what was to come, it made him groan, squirm, catching Skywing moaning at the sight was an added bonus.

Though pleased by the demonstration, the gryphon was a being of composure and confidence. He had not given into such a sight and touched himself. He lay upon his back, legs spread, giving the human an enticing view of his swollen sheath and heavy balls. The ivory orbs rested, filled with promise, the tip of his cock peaking out. Ears raised, a sly appeared on his beak, Arcturus knew the expression well. That cock was for him to tend to, not the gryphon. That fact made the paladin’s cheek burn as he made sure the dragon’s shaft never met open air.

“That’s it.” Veledar hissed in delight, head raised to the ceiling as Arcturus circled the throbbing head. Paws kneaded the sheets as his tail curled upwards, “Oh, I’m so glad I made this mouth mine Arcturus…It could start wars.”

Oh, the praise warmed his heart as the organ pulsed to life on his tongue Its sticky reward made him groan, seek for more, it knew him far too well. Its strength was not to be contained; however, with every throb of the dragon’s heart he lost what ground he had. The man was forced to yield as it rose from the scales as a great crimson spire. Ridged with a knot at the bottom, it was the perfect tool for breeding. One that quivered upon the air, instilling Arcturus to shift, dragging his tongue along the sensitive ridges. There he kissed and huffed, worshipping the dragon he loved. But this wasn’t good enough it seemed for the dragon.

Veledar groaned and rose, pulling himself from Arcturus’ lips. Before the man could ask, with a flushed face what he’d done wrong, the dragon licked him and bid he follow. Standing proud the dragon presented himself before the man, dripping, throbbing with need. A smirk on his crimson snout he gestured between his legs, leaving only one firm command. “Down on your knees.”

In a flash he was underneath the scaled underside, knees resting on a pair of cushions, staring down the throbbing length before him. The tapered tip drooled, demanding his attention. Veledar said something to Skywing, but the rush of blood and excitement drowned out everything but his magnificent cock. Closing his eyes he leaned in taking it’s tapered tip with an intimate grip, running fingers down its length. "Mmmh," Arcturus murmured, running his tongue right across the dragon’s head and pressing his lips into it, forming a seal around it’s nozzle and dipping the tip inside to taste his essence. "Mmmh, god..."

"Get it nice and slick, Arcturus," Veledar sighed, stretching out his hinds and relaxing before the fire. "The wetter you make it, the easier it'll be to get it down your throat."

He fervently slaved away at the dragon’s cock, coating his iron-hard length in saliva until he was dripping with it, and when he stepped backward, he understood his devoted efforts had come to an end. Now it was time for Veledar to satisfy himself – using him. He opened his mouth wide as Veledar angled himself, letting Arcturus tongue catch the tip of his ridged cock to guide him in. He gracefully accepted the invitation by way of sliding the first few inches of swollen, twitching dragon cock down his throat, indulging in Arcturus’ offering.

"Thaaat's right," Veledar grunted, shivering with delight. "Nnnhhhh... that's what you wanted, isn't it? Can you feel me throbbing, Arcturus? Our training paying off?"

"Glhk-" He gurgled, his gullet stretching with the dragon’s flexing cock. "Ngglb.”

Veledar hissed in pleasure at the tightness, taking another step forward. "To believe on the island you could only fit the head. Oh Arcturus, I can’t wait until you can fit the entire thing.”

His eyes bulged as the dragon made him swallow the first ridge of that throbbing flesh, his cockhead splattering white hot pre down his throat. Arcturus’ cock was so hard it hurt, straining upwards while Veledar murmured with pleasure. The dragon pulled back and wordlessly thrust into his open mouth a few times, pressing softly but firmly downwards until his second ridge was passing through his lips. There he held with a panting breath as the man’s eyes watered, his limit reached.

Veledar shuddered when Arcturus hollowed his cheeks and sucked the length of the dragon’s cock pulsing in his throat, his underside tensed while Arcturus tightened around him. The knight could feel the dragon throbbing and flexing inside him, Veledar’s blessed seed already drooling from the thickening end of his cock. His pleasure was the only thing that mattered.

“Like what you see?” Rumbled Veledar, as he gazed long fully upon the human tending to his needs. His eyes widened as he noticed the gryphon had yet to tend to himself. “You haven’t-“

Skywing chuckled as Arcturus massaged the dragon’s knot with his palms. “I know someone who will tend to me when ready.” He ended it with a playful trill, shifting so the knight could see how much his sheath had filled. The red tip poked out that sea of white, waiting patiently as it oozed the gryphons’ need.

“I see.” The dragon replied, eyes clenching as Arcturus took the tip back into his mouth. “As much as I would love to reward such service with a swollen belly-” His paws kneaded the floor, the human’s suckling demanding that he stay. “Grah. Arcturus you make this most hard.” He pulled away, leaving the man kneeling upon the ground, confusion upon his face.

“Something wrong?” Asked Arcturus, head still spinning, throbbing, face flushed with need, the answer was soon made clear. The dragon gestured with his wings to the reclining gryphon. It was Skywing’s turn. The man bit his lips as the gryphon slid from the bed, confidence flowing in every clack of his talons. It quickened his pulse as his eyes locked to the drooling sheath between the gryphon’s legs. As the gryphon passed the dragon he gave an amused chirp, eyes brimming with desire and truth, an overpowering certainty that Arcturus would be worshiping his cock.

“Hello my paladin.” He swished his haunches, slinking around the human and nibbling at his hair. “We find ourselves in an all too familiar predicament. Me, my passions roused to the point of madness, you on your knees. I do believe you know what comes next.”

“How tragic.” He replied, blushing, caressing the gryphon’s side with a hand,

“Best hurry before I can’t escape my sheath. We wouldn’t want that would we? But first, I’d like you to do something.”

Glancing between the gryphon’s legs was a delight to behold. His red, tip was exposed and drooling, he could practically see the catbird’s heartbeat in his urethra. With a chirp he advanced, rubbing the furry sheath softly along Arcturus’ face, enveloping the man in his musky scent, as globules of earthen precum lathered in his brown hair. The knight nuzzled along the scented fur, breathing deep and letting it’s aroma shiver his spine. His mind whimpered, as hands caressed through the shaggy fur, traveling to twin ivory orbs. They were so full that they wobbled, creating a seething space that he comfortably leaned into, enfolding his nose into the gryphons nutfuzz and giving up on cognition. Smothered in fragrant fluffiness he began to inhale.

The gryphon trembled, releasing a satisfied groan as Arcturus grabbed his thighs, taking long, groaning huffs of his balls.

Arcturus’ flesh tingled, delighted by the scent of a natural predator. It quickened his pulse, burned his cheeks, it overpowered every bit of him. He relaxed in this perverse, intimate, embrace softly licking one of the orbs, spurred on by Skywing’s pleased groan. Sliding from one to the other he collected a spicy blend of sweat and pre to plaster his palate. He licked again, attempting to lift the gryphon’s hefty encumbrance. They were heavy, full, waiting for his attentions, he didn’t lift them far. Not only did his tongue lack the strength, it couldn’t even get a quarter of the way around a single testicle before it slid off, swinging with tremulous inertia.

Skywing’s balls jostled back and forth with aggressive aftershocks, dense with seed ready to make the jump to the knight’s belly. The taste was amazing, but the feel was out of this world. Nestled in this lewd sauna, Arcturus possessively grasped Skywing’s virile jewels, fingers sinking into pheromone-drenched flesh. Roiling fluids audibly sloshed inside, threatening to drown any who came closer. Arcturus pursed his lips into a slurping O-shape, kissing then sucking on the surfaces of the gryphon’s ecstatically contracting nuts. They gurgled unstably, squeezing tight to his crotch, forcing out the first rope of sperm in a premature ejaculation.

“Now are you getting a show?” Skywing panted, raising his leg to show off Arcturus’ worshiping his sack. “Your mate on his knees, thirsty for my essence within those orbs.”

Veledar rumbled, his tip oozing as he throbbed most powerfully at such a lewd sight. “It would appear he knows how to handle you well. What a feisty treasure he is, performing so admirably.”

“Only the best for you Umraadi.” Arcturus replied lustfully, kissing upon Skywing’s sheath before slurping and tracing along his furry prison. He pressed the gryphon’s barb covered tip to the center of his oral gap and moved forward, acutely delighted by this privilege and all the excitement it brought. Eyes fluttered, tasting the masculine, salt and woodsy taste of the gryphon’s head. As Skywing trembled above he blushed, heading back down, starting to peel the sheath back.

“Oh Arcturus.” Skywing gasped, as his hinds squirmed, ears splaying as Arcturus’ started to massage his heavy orbs. “I love you.”

Lips spread around the gryphon’s thick, imposing girth, strings of saliva leaking from his cock-stuffed maw. It plunged through the narrowness of Arcturus’ sucking cheeks and came to rest at the entrance of his throat, where the steady deposit of almost boiling gryphon was strongly felt. The raw flavor of a male combined with the inexorable trickle of lubricant spurred his eyes to water with joy.

Pressing forward again, he wiggled his tongue under the turgid spire, ready to take him further. No matter how dedicated he was to this gryphon’s pleasure, his brain expressed its disdain at having to accommodate for such an immense length. He coughed and hacked, sputtering spit and pregasm, doing his best to bring Skywing down his throat. The barbs on that lubricious stud-cock don’t make it any easier, stimulating Arcturus into more spasms of agonized ecstasy even as the tip firmly lodged itself over his quavering voice-box. He pulled back, took a breath, swallowed, refreshed, closed his eyes and slid forward before his gag reflex could restart; It snapped like a twig. A fervid shudder exploded inside when he felt Skywing’s knot bump his face, heavy balls pulsing warmly on his jaw. Fitting both hands around the gryphon’s balls, he squeezed the smooth kegs while his throat squeezed Skywing’s prick.

“Trained you well.” Skywing groaned, giving a tiny thrust of his hips to wretch a muffled groan around his length. Beak open, head down, the catbird trembled, hardly able to contain himself. “Too well…Arcturus…Mmffff.”

How he smirked, skewered as he was, enjoying every pleasured groan escaping his feathery friend. With a huff he pulled back, his throat caressing the gryphon’s length, only for a pleasured squawk signal a hump to thrust it all back.

“No you don’t, you’re staying right there until I say so.” He groaned, letting the man rest, throbbing inside. “How does it feel Arcturus? To be skewered again so on my dick?” When a muffled groan came he tossed back his head, relishing it. With a shaky hind he rose it, so that the dragon might catch this sight. “There dragon. Your mate, thrust all the way to my knot.”

“He handles that well.” Veledar licked his snout, reclining as his length oozed along his scales.

“I lost count how many times we’ve done this, to train it so well.” Eyes fluttered and clenched as Arcturus squeezed the gryphon. “Arcturus…Worshiping at the altar that is me. Praise Parunga.”

“I can’t wait until his throat knows me as well.”

“Dragon…” Skywing panted, his ears splaying as pleasure wove it’s demand around him. “Do you wish for me to finish here? He’s…Too well trained by me…I…I can’t hold out much longer.”

Arcturus’ chest swirled with pride as the gryphon gave a slight hump, the climax ever waiting, all at his demand.

“Not there.” Veledar thrashed his tail, “I first wish you to spill his seed in the other end. His face flush, moaning as you knot him. Breed him as you would your favored hen.”

To that Skywing did pause, his ears perking up as his eyes ever widened. “Did I just hear that right?” He groaned and pulled himself from Arcturus’ throat with a disappointing pop. His spire pulsed, coating the man’s back with a layer of pre. “You not only give your blessing for me to join you in your pleasure, but to mount him first?” His ears splayed as the words almost seemed foreign. He turned to the red faced Arcturus, certain it was a dream. “Not get sloppy seconds but break him in first? Knot him? Dragon…He is your mate…Surely-“

“It’s our night. I told you what I’d like to see.” Veledar growled, his threat betrayed by his swaying mast. “And if Arcturus is alright-“

“Of that I am.” Replied the knight, caressing the chin of the gryphon who held so much control over him previously. His throat was still a bit sore from the stretching, “But you just want to watch.”

“Does it matter?” Hissed the dragon, looking away. “It’s amusing to see you act so.”

Skywing cocked his head, growing silent. When it was clear this was true, he pulled back, feathers fluffing as he unleashed a joyous trill. To Arcturus he rounded, nibbling at him till the man was groaning and coiling. “Are you sure? This is all I’ve asked for.”

“Its alright.” He replied, “I meant every word that I said. I want you to mount me as you’ve done before, press your knot within me and seed me.”

That’s all the gryphon needed to trill, grab the man and hurl him onto the bed. “Who could refuse an offer like that?”

“This first.” Veledar pressed a purple potion into Arcturus’ hands, where he got it from the man knew not. “This will help.” He licked his cheek. “Clear you out what will come.”

He downed it, the taste not that pleasing, but it was no worse than the health potions they’d tasted. With the final drop swallowed he felt it act, a warmth swiftly spreading through him. It tingled and caused him to groan, as pleasure soon followed. Cheeks blushed, a storm broke within, his dick hardened more than it had ever been. Lewd images bubbled within his mind of having this powerful gryphon and dragon mount him hard. “What…was that?” He grunted, as Skywing’s talons fell on either side of him. Looming overhead, the gryphon dwelled, hunger within his eyes.

“To make space for other things.” Veledar replied most innocently as the gryphon’s throbbing cock rubbed up Arcturus’ back side.

“How long I’ve wished to see you here again.” Skywing ground his hips, coating Arcturus with a deluge of hot pre. “Laid bare, begging me to mount you…knot you.”

Words caressed him, pulled him back to rub against it. Oh gods, his body was practically demanding that he thrust this gryphon inside him. But as he groaned Skywing held him firm around the waist, lowering himself so that his beak was beside his head.

“How long it’s been…” He nuzzled along the man’s face, before staring at him, watching his reaction as he lined himself up. There he rested, firm tip pressed against Arcturus’ dark star, muscles poised and ready to take him. “Do you want this?”

He kissed the beak as his response, letting the gryph know all was well. He wanted this. “Take me.”

The gryphon chuckled, shifting his hinds to better prepare himself. “Then I shall take you as the first time.” The gryphon hissed and pressed himself forward.

A gentle prod against his pucker become an immense pressure when the gryphon began to try getting it in. A groan slipped from his lips as Skywing slipped inside his tight ring, just loose enough to take him without overwhelming effort but still tight enough to make the gryphon work for it — and as far as he could tell, he was enjoying his work.

"Oh, yeah," Skywing groaned, shifting his hinds and sinking his rigid gryphon-cock into Arcturus’ stretched-out ass. "Oh, that's good. Good boy."

Arcturus’ dick started to drool in eagerness as Skywing experimentally dipped half his cock into him before tugging it back, stroking his prostate with an ungodly rhythm. He couldn’t even stop himself from shuddering and moaning, his spine covered head pressing down and rubbing against the sensitive protrusion until the man was gritting his teeth with the pleasure. Gods the gryphon knew him too well, just right where to press, tease him with hardly any effort. It made his knees weak.

"Ooohhh gods," The man groaned, sublime pleasure radiating outwards from his core. "Oh, gods, Skywing."

"Hmm? Already?" The gryphon murmured happily, thrusting his hips back and forth with jerky little movements. "That was easy."

By the gods, every time he did that the paladin’s entire body stiffened with the bliss of it. The gryphon wasn’t even trying but he couldn’t help cumming onto the sheets as the gryphon’s engorged cock stroked him to completion. Toes curled and pucker clenched, Arcturus groaned as the last rope of semi-translucent seed slowly worked its way out of his drooping cock and hung there, the ecstasy of release doubling and redoubling until he almost passed out, his vision going white.

"Wow, you really felt that," Skywing chuckled in a far-away voice, surreptitiously sinking himself deeper inside.

Arcturus returned to reality bit by bit as Skywing worked himself deeper inside, making grunts of satisfaction every time he earned an inch of ground.

"Mmm, good boy," Skywing sighed with a chirp, eyes hooded, ears splayed. He pulled back far enough to leave just the tip in before thrusting smoothly forward, snorting with pleasure.

He whimpered as the gryphon’s heavy balls slapped against his ass, the thick, six lobed knot grinding against his tight ring until Skywing forced him to stretch enough to accept it.

"Ooohhh, gghhod!" "Nmf! There," The gryphon declared, drawing back and pounding himself back in. "Ungh! Fuck, yes! Sing for me Arcturus! Sing for me!"

He cried out as Skywing’s stud cock conquered him mind and body with swift thrusts from above, his ring tightening around the gryphon with every penetration until Skywing was groaning with joy on every outstroke. He wasn’t stopping, violently swinging his hips while seed-filled balls slapped against the man’s own, and the rougher he went the more Arcturus’ enjoyed it.

“Whose ass is this Arcturus?” Skywing barked, timing every word with a powerful, face reddening thrust. He chirped with delight at the man’s resistance. “Come now, I’ll keep you here…until…you tell me…whose ass this is.”

“Yours!” He blurt, wracked in pleasure, “Gods Skywing, it’s yours!”

"That’s right! Now take your reward." Bellowed Skywing, his knot swelling into prominence within, shortening his thrusts until it was positively wedged, stuck, leaving his seed only one way to go. "Nnnnnnggggghhh!" White hot cum rushed from his knotted rod with the force of a river, Arcturus’ whorish moans overlaid by the gryphon’s feral groans of blissful, explosive release.

Skywing’s quivering balls tightened up against the man’s reddened ass and worked to expel every ounce of their payload into those sweating guts, gryphon-spunk pumping down his thrumming cock and straight into the knight’s bowels. "R-r-r-rrrgh," He grated, gritting his beak as he blew another load into Arcturus’ depths.

Cum dripped from Arcturus’ cock unbidden as he panted, red faced, forced to take it all. Gods, he was so deep, he could feel every pulse.

"Hhhhgh-" The gryphon dropped onto his forelegs and growled with barely repressed need as he nuzzled his furry underside against the man’s ass, pressing himself further inside and impaling Arcturus so deeply he didn’t think he could move if he tried.

Gods, he was powerful when he wanted to be. It was too much, the groaning gryph, the beak at his ear, the constant pulse. Arcturus trembled as the dam broke. Eyes clenched, toes curled, his insides squeezed tight the thing of his obsession. He yelled in pleasure, cumming again as Skywing held him firm.

“Yes…Let it out.” Groaned the gryphon, “Milk me for every…last…drop…Clench for me.”

Together they stayed, locked by the nature of the gryphon’s demand. Though they were coming down from their exuberant high, fatigue had yet shown its face. They laughed to one another as Skywing nibbled at his ear, praising how well he took him.

“Even after two years, your ass still knows me.” Skywing chuckled, grinding his hips, causing the human to groan into his beak. “I loved every moment.”

“You know my body too well, know where to hit what to say.” He grunted, nuzzling at the gryphon’s chest, “I can’t help it.”

“Feel not bad Arcturus. I’ve spent years learning your body, prodding it, molding it around my cock. You are helpless before my skilled hips…I take it there will be a next time?”

“You heard Veledar.” He swooned, “Anytime you want.”

“Delightful. Then you best get used to this Arcturus. I’ll be humping this ass at every chance I get.”

They were reminded of the dragon, who shifted upon the bed, predatory eyes still upon them. Ridged length dribbling pre, an aura of lust surrounded him, tendrils latching upon Arcturus’ chest.

“How did I do dragon?” Skywing shifted up, Arcturus still tied to him. “I have made love to my butt.”

“Yes. That was delightful.” The dragon rumbled. “It was everything that I’d have hoped for. I got to witness and experience every thrust of your hips. Arcturus loved every moment.” His mood changed at the flick of his tail, eyes narrowing to be sharper than swords. “But your butt gryphon? You presume much.”

“Apologies.” Arcturus wiped his sweat dotted brow, trying to cut off whatever jealously was brimming to the surface. “It was just a lewd comment, nothing by it. Dirty talk to enhance th-”

“But not inaccurate.” Skywing chirped proudly, pressing Arcturus into the bed, grinding his furry haunches into his backside. It was almost as if the gryphon were trying to show off, forcing the man to squirm and groan beneath him.

Onto the floor the deadly beast came, claws clicking upon the floor. Nostrils flared, shadows clung to him. If not for the dripping spire between his legs, fear might have permeated the air. “Explain yourself.” Veledar growled.

“You sound shocked Dragon, that part is easy. For this rump has known the battering of my hips for many years, I’ve lost count after the hundredth or so times I’ve experienced it’s embrace.” He continued on with mischief filled eyes, feathers fluffing as the dragon circled them, “You saw it with your own eyes. There has not been an inch of Arcturus that hasn’t known the touch of my cock, the heat of my seed. I make him crazy, sing. You growl because you know it’s true.” Another beak parted smirk, another grind of his hips, forcing a lewd groan past Arcturus’ lips. “See?”

Cheek pressed to the sheets, Arcturus tried to mouth words, but the damn gryphon kept flexing and grinding to make any response impossible. “He’s...Just trying to…Skywing…Graaah.”

“Your paladin can’t even disagree with me.” Sung the gryphon, ears perked. “His butt has always been mine.”

Veledar pulled back his head, searching over such a scene with a hungry look upon his snout. “Perhaps, for now. But in time I will surpass you, and his skin will glaze with my essence.”

“Of that I have no doubt, I’ve seen how you two gaze at one another. But there is something you will never gain.”

“Skywing, don’t.” Arcturus groaned as the gryphon continued to massage his deepest recesses. He figured it out, leave it to the feisty gryphon. He was trying to rile Veledar up. Oh, what had he gotten himself into. These two dominant males were going to compete over him, weren’t they?

“And what would that be?” Veledar paused, his nostrils flaring to levy a threat upon the air. Behind him the fire flared to prominence, to anyone else setting the perfect visage of a powerful dragon.

Skywing fluffed his wings without care, most proud as he belted out his boast, “For it was I to first clam this human. My cock that claimed him first, took his virginity.” To add weight he ground his hips, flexing his knotted cock.

Air stilled as the fact rested upon the air, leaving all but the panting of Arcturus and Skywing, intermixed with the crackling of the fire. Veledar huffed and advanced upon them his tail flicking to and fro. Red-orange scales swelled, there was mischief about him.

“Quite the rambunctious tongue you have kittybird.” He mused, “Instead of wasting it with meaningless jabs at my pride, how about you use it to tend to something worthwhile?” With a grunt he grabbed Skywing with a powerful paw and guided his rock-hard shaft to Skywing’s beak. There it throbbed, filling the air with musk, splaying the gryphon’s ears. Bubbles of alabaster pre dribbled along the tapered head, “Now get to preparing me. Worship every ridge, caress around my knot, treat it as though it were your lover. Make it shine with your servitude for this cock will make Arcturus mine again.”

Arcturus blushed as Skywing said not a thing and instead leaned forward, slurping lewdly at Veledar’s head. The coming hump shook the bed. “Gods, I love it when you talk like that Umraadi.”

“Why do you think I talk as such?” Veledar rumbled, rolling a paw to his chest, relishing with a hiss as the gryphon worked. “You please the senses Arcturus. Stroke a fire within that ripples to every corner that is me. I know now, sharing this rare and pure delight with you, that you were made for me. To tremble beneath my claws, moan for my thrusts, tussle passionately with my tongue. Oh, I hope you’re ready.” He hissed as Skywing graced his ridges, “For when he pulls out, I will make you scream my name to the heavens, letting them know where you belong.”

“Feeling a tad jealous?” He grunted, giving the dragon a playful smirk.

“More like aroused beyond rational thought.” With a paw he groped Skywing’s haunches, savoring how soft and moldable they were. “This gryphon. I don’t know if it was your pleasure or my watching, but he’s lit a fire within that your body will quench. I see why you like him.” He smirked and turned to the gryphon with a knowing smile, “You planned this all along, didn’t you? Get me riled up so that I might punish you and reclaim Arcturus hard?”

The gryphon replied with a muffle groan to the dragon’s shaft.

“I knew it.”

For minutes the air was filled with their passions of which Arcturus was forced to endure. He could close his eyes and feel every hint of pleasure that Veledar was experiencing. It was hard to tell where he began, and the dragon stopped as Skywing caressed the sensitive ridges, sending shivers down the spine of both human and dragon. Arcturus was trembling that much was certain, quivering in a state of need he’d never known. His body ached for the dragon above him, screamed in need, his next groan came at just the mere thought of being mounted by him.

When Skywing pulled out, a sense of emptiness soon took him. It made him blush, almost asking the gryphon to slide it back. But thankfully to his needy body, twin pairs of crimson replaced the gryphon on either side of his head when Veledar shifted his size to a more fitting state. Even still, he was as large as Skywing had been. With a grin and practiced ease, the dragon’s tip found Arcturus’ star.

Without warning he pressed back, spreading himself wide upon that hardened shaft. His groan joined that of his dragon as he sunk without resistance, right down to the first ridge before a crimson paw grabbed hold and held him firm.

“Naughty human.” Rumbled Veledar, as Arcturus hung his head panting. “We go how I set the pace, not you.” Locking his eyes to the paladin’s own as he retracted, only to thrust so that the second ridge popped in.

He shivered in delight as the ridges rubbed along inside him, feeling the delightful fluids oozing from Veledar’s draconic dick, seductive sensations that sunk their little fingers into him, softening him, engorging his senses. It was always great, but this was something else. Had their bond strengthened the pleasure in which they shared? Arcturus trembled, as a rush filled his lungs, his body unfurling itself, begging for more of what the dragon’s cock was dripping.

Veledar grunted with satisfaction as the knight peeled away in front of his ridged length, and Arcturus could not help but moan in delight as he pulled back and pressed down until the third ridge popped inside. His paw tightened on the man’s side as Arcturus clenched around the ridged thickness filling him up. “Yes, Arcturus.” He groaned, kneading gently as not to pierce the man’s flesh. “See how much pleasure comes from pleasing your dragon?” He hissed with delight as he pulled himself backward, only to firmly thrust back in, making the knight groan and tremble.

The dragon made love to him with sensual slow purpose, sawing his ridged lance into Arcturus gently at first, spurting out a steady stream of slippery pre that oiled the man’s insides, joining that of the gryphon’s seed, lighting a burning fire within the man’s veins. It made Arcturus want it so bad, causing him to clench up around the dragon, moan like a whore, buck his body ,happy to relinquish all his dignity to make the dragon cum.

Once he chuckled, seeing the need on Arcturus’ face he gave it to him. Thrusts of his crimson hips most passionately, filling the knight utterly with his cock, one long, powerful thrust after another, his throbbing knot bumping against the knight’s tight ring.

Arcturus sung the dragon’s praises, lost in extasy as his body squeezed the dragon tight. Veledar’s breaths and groans of deepest desire sinking tendrils of delight that rocked him to his core. He came, all over the sheets in delirious pulses, spurred by the incessant assault on his prostate, shivering up and down the ridged firmness swelling it out, and it was still not enough, his body craved a big, wet helping of what the dominant dragon.

“You’ll get what you want don’t worry Umraadi.” The dragon groaned, feral with lust.

Mind awash with sex and thirst, Arcturus found delight in the sound of approaching climax in the dragon’s voice and moaned as Veledar dragged up the man’s torso and forced him into a most passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining. He was awash with the excited huffs of his love as the dragon delivered one urgent thrust of his pulsing cock into his opened, tenderized tail-hole after another.

Veledar grunted and growled, the paw holding Arcturus in place abandoning its mission to fall upon the bed.

Then he could feel it, an injection of thick warmth, blooming in his guts, the obscene pleasure of taking a huge load of draconic cum deep inside him, burgeoning into something far more blissful as the dragon semen sprayed within. He whined with utter joy, muffled into the dragon’s tongue as euphoria filled his body, blowing away rational thought in a tidal wave of extasy. His senses were augmented, sensitized and he orgasmed again, flexing out another deluge of white. Arcturus felt Veledar’s spire inside of him, from tapered tip down to the beginning of his domineering knot pressed against his ass, and his whole body clenched up around it, milking that cock for all its alabaster gold that it could hold.

“So close…” Veledar groaned, arching his back with delight. He butted that round knob of flesh at the base of his cock against Arcturus’ ass as he continued, the man moaned again when he realized his intent. “Just a bit more… “

His tight ring wanted it, all of it, and with a groan of deepest gratification, the dragon got it in, a hard ball that stretched his insides right out and plugged him entirely. Meanwhile the dragon’s cock continued to throb more and more bliss magic-laced cum straight into him, pulse after pulse that couldn’t do anything but build within, intensifying the man’s orgasm, rob him of all his senses. He was a sweaty, slack-jawed mess by the time Veledar was utterly spent.

“Mmm,” The dragon sighed, long and low, forepaws resting beside Arcturus, Veledar’s breath whispering over the man’s sweaty skin, “Arcturus Lund, where he belongs. And…“ He shifted his haunches slightly, the knight moaning as he felt that that huge, swollen knot of hot flesh of his, pulling at the ring of his stretched anus.. “You’re not going anywhere. “The dragon broke off to lay a string of kisses and licks upon Arcturus’ face, ending with a long nibble of his ear.

His ridged dick still firmly embedded inside of him, Arcturus lay there paralyzed, awash in a reservoir of firmly plugged dragon cum: warm, gloopy seed that radiated sensitizing tranquility. There was no evading how good and peaceful it felt to have Veledar make out with him in this state.

Then it came crawling down, the pair soaking in the well-earned afterglow. Tender words and kisses did come, praises that wormed their way into their hearts. Together they hissed and giggled at gentle thrusts that made them groan, forced together by the demand of the dragon’s body.

“I love you my human.” Veledar cooed, without the domineering aura that he’d shown.

Arcturus smiled as he was pulled up, subjected to a passionate kiss. Breaking away, he was awash with a tender chuff, “And there’s no where I’d rather be. My strong, sexy beast.”

He collapsed ever slowly, trapping the man beneath him. There he rumbled, making the paladin giggle as it went from him and into the man. It was only a moment of this before a gesture diverted Arcturus’ attention to Skywing, who’d bore witness to the entire lewd display. The gryphon’s eyes were glossed over with lust, ears perked, tail flicking. His length was exposed and dribbling, seeking another round of attention.

“It would appear as though our guest is cleaned and ready again.” Grinned the dragon, running a teasing claw along Arcturus’ throat. “Since it would appear that fatigue will not plague us…Care to help him Umraadi? Give your dragon another show?”

Now that the dragon mentioned it, he was correct. It was though they were ilbir, their bodies unsatisfied with what they’d done. It must be some side effect to the heroes’ feast, giving them boosted endurance. “Hey, what’s going through you-“ he was lifted with delicate care, still knotted upon his love. There he dangled against his scales like some lewd trophy. At a gesture by the dragon the catbird crawled over before them, flipping onto his back as Veledar commanded.

“There we go.” Veledar grinned, lowering Arcturus onto that feather and furry beast, trapping him between himself and the gryphon.

So, this was the thought. Arcturus gulped, facing down the gryphon’s throbbing, erect length. A bead of pre glistened in the candlelight, musky, tantalizing, it begged for his embrace. Eyes hooded as he moved without prompting, knowing just what the gryphon needed. He felt a crimson paw embrace his head, claws digging into his skull, gently pushing, but they were not needed. The taste and smell would have pulled him on their own. The coming groan muffled as he was skewered on Skywing’s dick. Talons clamped down upon his waist, a pleasured sigh of satisfaction left the gryphon’s beak. But it was the gentle thrust of his striped haunches that sealed the paladin’s fate, shoving the first few inches into his mouth and teasing at his throat.

Eyes fluttering as he gulped and milked the throbbing shaft, he moved a hand to caress the gryphon’s orbs, finding them practically filled, as though their encounter had not happened. His heart skipped a beat as he realized he might be in for a longer night than he thought. Cheeks close to catching aflame he was guided up and down the gryphon’s cock, swallowing down whatever was gifted to him.

For hours the trio were locked in a rhythm of passion, only stopping to drink water, share jests and confirm that their endurance and strength were enhanced. The candles burn was the only sign of how much time had passed, one that did so with the pleasured groans and gasps of carnal delight. Their sounds carried through the halls, blushing the cheeks of any who heard them.

They of course tried out numerous positions that flickered to life between horns and ears. Veledar finally got his chance to mount that fluffy, ivory behind, roaring out his victory as he tied, paying that feisty gryphon back. Arcturus shared in this as well, the gryphon soon offering the chance. Hands gripping those furry thighs, the man indulged, finding his friend a most welcoming embrace. It ended with a shuttering and a squawk as the man seeded the catbird’s insides.

Frills flushed and not one to be outdone, Veledar soon after demanded that he share in the same. To Arcturus’ widening eyes, he found himself staring down a dragon upon his belly, tail raised high, demanding the love of his life mount him.

“And claim him in a mainly fashion.” The dragon had added with a snort.

With a kiss the paladin did as he was requested, soon forcing upon the dragon pleasured grunts and groans to fill the hall. The dragon, blushing and hissing in delight, bragged to the onlooking gryphon that he was gifting the knight his virginity.

It wasn’t until the candles had all been spent, that they all collapsed into a pile of lewd satisfaction. The fire was close to going out, the room practically a sauna. The dragon found himself tied to Arcturus once more, holding the man firmly against his underside as he filled him with ever more essence. They exchanged sighs and compliments as Skywing took his place on the human’s other side, forming a sandwich of gryphon and dragon, with human in the middle.

“We must get that spell from Nivra.” Veledar said sleepily, flicking his tail. “For that will not be the last time we experience such an exquisite night of passion.”

“Lets just hope we don’t have to face down certain death to relive it.” Replied Arcturus, holding the crimson paw that gripped him.

“Think that we will survive the coming days?” Skywing asked softly as Arcturus’ hands found his feathers, caressing them.

The knight’s heart chilled ever slightly as the gryphon shifted to cover his naked body with as much warmth as he could. “I believe we will. For we have to see the oaken trees of the Forest of Stars, nestled by Trost. Savor the buttery flaked biscuits found only in Whitedell, listen to the songs of poets young and old upon the voiceless mountains.” He looked tenderly up to his dragon and then back to the gryphon holding him in sway, “But this world has many surprises, of which you never quite are certain when they will show up. I don’t want to miss any of those, and neither should you.” He scratched under the gryphon’s chin, earning himself a gentle nuzzle and tired warble.

“For a spell that increases the endurance, we seem to have battered it into submission.” Replied Veledar, cutting through the moment with a thump of his tail. “But before Arcturus shouts that I’ve ruined the moment, know that sharing a night of passion with those you care for is one of life’s surprises worth living for.”

“You have a way with words, my scaled love.” He rolled his eyes as the crimson paw kneaded his chest.

“All of your words are of course noble thoughts.” Skywing closed his eyes, flicking his tail. “So I agree, we should survive and live out our days, for if this is what to be expected? I’m going to fight beak and talon to ensure they happen.”

Arcturus smiled to that, brushing both of their forepaws, “Then on the field of battle we watch out for one another as we used to do. It will just be like in Rothdell, keep our heads down, wits about us. No one can get Arcturus and Skywing…And Veledar” He massaged the dragon’s digit, getting a pleased chuff, “We’ll make a soldier out of you yet.”

“I heard his title was Fastpaws.”

“Not my name.” Veledar growled, “And you’d k_now_ that I do not so swiftly spill my seed.” He chuckled as the gryphon did the same.

“That I do.”

“Then it’s settled-“ Veledar shifted, extending a wing to wrap all of them in a leathery blanket, “I order both of you to live. Hear that? Skywing, I didn’t hear a reply. I want to see you humping Arcturus again, understood.”

The gryphon chuckled, nuzzling at the knight’s cheek, “I could do that dragon. I am after all a gryphon of my word.”

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