Everything was going to be perfect. Raekal knew this because he had been planning it for months and this was the perfect time to enact his plan, as it was spring and love was in the air. Breeding season for most, and the best time of the year to ensure his partner's most intense desires.

The dragon had been looking for a way to spice up his sex life with his mate, a fox named Ember. She was submissive to him in much the same way a pet would be; loyal and in love, but not the most adventurous on her own. Ember desired Raekal's permission to try most new things, and while she was willing to do just about anything he asked of her, she still liked to be bratty and resistant.

Their love life was predicated on the idea that Raekal felt the need to indulge her, to supply her with the experiences she needed to live a fulfilling existence, but she liked to make him work for it. She put up fights, she faked a lack of interest and even liked to outright deny him in order to force his hand but she always ended up doing as she was told. That was why he was so keen on finding ways to test her limits, to see just how far she was willing to go at his command.

One thing that he had found she had grown quite fond of in the years building up to this moment was the carnal lust of male ferals. The pure, untamed lust of a wolf or a dragon was powerful to the point where she lost control and allowed herself to submit herself fully to Raekal and whichever beast he'd added to the equation. This had grown into a game between them, wherein Raekal would find more and more aggressively dominant males for her to play with and see how long she could maintain her resilience before cracking down and giving into their carnal desires.

The reason for their never-ending quest to find more and more aggressive ferals was that her body naturally restored itself after every session, healing her and giving her virginity back every time. They wanted to find something that would leave a lasting impression on her since she had grown so capable of regeneration that she could quickly adapt to any partner that took her.

She had been taken many times by domesticated dogs, dire foxes, wolves, dragons, horses, and various other beasts, but had never met a gryphon before due to how rare they were in their region.

Which was what made it perfect that Raekal had found a gryphon's territory north of town and had slowly grown close to him. He had called this wild gryphon Ceylon after the god since he had similar markings and colours, and Ember loved it when her partners were given powerful names and titles. It made the whole experience more intense by amplifying the beast's dominance over her.

The gryphon's territory was many kilometres north of town, deep in the forested region of the Vast Emerald Wood nestled into the foothills of The Cradle of Dalon – the mountain range that wrapped around the western half of Great Sapphire Lake. The Vast Emerald Wood itself wrapped around both, making it the largest national park in the world, and one of the only places to find a wild gryphon in the entire continent. Many moons were spent looking for such a creature, time well spent.

And now, Raekal was guiding her to the gryphon's territory with a grin on his face.

After a long day hiking, the two of them were completely alone and well off the beaten path, with her following close in tow behind him, collar around her neck and leash connecting her to him. She hadn't been told what they were doing here or what the draw was to hiking so far away from the city, and hadn't yet figured out the nature of their excursion because all of her feral partners to this point had been enjoyed on farms or – in the rarer cases – in zoos.

“So where is this campground?” Ember asked as she stumbled through the underbrush. She was tripping over roots and low-hanging ferns in order to keep up with Raekal; she didn't want to fall behind thanks to the leash and the equipment on her back wasn't helping.

Raekal kept mostly silent as he pushed forth. He didn't want to say anything for fear of ruining the surprise. After a moment of abstract silence, he eventually spoke up. “It's not actually a campground, we're just making camp near the river in a nice clearing. We're well beyond the limits of the Vast Emerald Camp Ground, and are completely on our own.”

“I get that, but why go so far north? It's no prettier here than it is back at the camp, and the camp at least had running water and plumbing.” She was trying her best to be petulant, to give Raekal something to work toward, but it was coming across less as bratty and more like she was just weak.

Given her haughty nature, Raekal gave her a brisk tug on her collar. “Cut it out, Ember. Nobody likes a whiner and you should know by now that I don't appreciate your subordination. We are heading to the campground I found, and we're going to have the best, most reclusive week away from home that we've ever had and you're going to like it. If not, I'll tie you to a tree while I go fishing. Got it?” He turned and pulled her in close by the leash so that his snout was nearly touching hers. “Got it?”

Ember looked him back in the eye and licked his muzzle, playfully kissing him as she smiled. “I got it, hun. You know I like to tease.” She pulled away after pecking him on the nose a second time. “But you gotta tell me what we're doing all the way out here. What can we possibly get this close to the foothills of the mountain that we can't get at the campground near town? Looks like the same trees and ferns and streams here as it is there.”

“True, but you know what we don't get here that we'd get at an official campground? People. Interruptions. Invasions of our privacy. Kind of hard to have fun when there's always a chance some other campers will walk by and ruin our afternoon; out here we can strip nude and enjoy the purity of nature without any of the distractions that come with other people. Out here, we don't have to worry about social norms or discrepancy! You'll love it, promise.”

She huffed and squeezed the straps of her pack, reluctantly accepting his explanation. “Alright, fine. But you better make this worth my time. No idea how long I'll be able to keep my fur straight and soft out here without access to a shower.”

With that, the two continued to push their way through the dense underbrush of the forest, gently displacing the ferns and working their hardest to ensure they didn't damage the landscape. The entire Vast Emerald Wood was protected by the government, and anything they did to the landscape was to be regulated; if they cut anything down or did any damage, they could be fined.

Eventually, after a solid hour of adventuring, the both of them emerged in the grassy meadow next to the bend in the river that was their destination. It was a gorgeous and spacious clearing, flanked by the river on one side and the treeline on the other. From there, they could see the peaks of the mountains jutting out over the northern horizon.

“Alright, you got me. This is gorgeous.” Ember admitted as her bushy tail began to wag.

“Glad to hear it. Once you relieve yourself of your pack, I want you to strip naked.” This was not a request, but a demand. He did not mince his words or allow for any talkback. He released the leash from her collar, which would give her freedom to do as she needed.

After a moment of silence, she nodded with a smile. “Yes, sir.” With her submission in tow, she helped Raekal set up the campground by flattening some of the grasses and flowers in a circle, which would be their sleeping spot for the night. Once she had finally put down the groundwork, she slipped out of her pack and dutifully stripped down to nothing, resulting in her wearing only the collar and a little bell attached to the piercing on her clit. That way she couldn't sneak away.

“Good girl.” Raekal complimented her as he laid down his pack as well to start erecting their tent. While he did that, he commanded her to get some rocks from the nearby stream to form the outer rim of the bonfire they were going to make. He plucked out some grasses to leave only dirt in a perfect circle before pulling some more out around the edge as a buffer. The last thing he needed was to burn down a meadow in the middle of protected gryphon territory.

It didn't take long at all for the both of them to set up a nice little campground in the middle of the meadow with a campfire at one end and a tent at the other. They were going for a non-intrusive look and feel while also wanting to ensure they weren't left in a position where they couldn't get comfy.

It was only noon by this point, and it was time for something to eat. The both of them had been trekking for hours off the beaten path and had put in a lot of work setting up a camp that was both nice and non-intrusive to the local wildlife, so it was time to enjoy a meal, which Raekal announced.

“Great, glad to hear it. I'm starving.” Ember said as she reached into the pack to get out some of the munchies she had brought – mostly nuggets of dried meat coated with flavour dust.

Raekal clamped his claw around her hand and the opening to the pack to stop her from getting her meat. “I didn't say you were eating; not yet.” He hissed with a devious glare.

“Excuse me? Rae, I may be yours and all, but I'm h-” She started to resist, only to be cut off when Raekal crawled onto her, forcing her onto her back with him standing over her body. She wanted to resist further, as was a tradition with her, but she knew what he meant now and wouldn't stop him.

“That's what I thought.” He growled as he leaned into her and nuzzled at her neck, nibbling gently on the fur there with an aggressive tug. He pinned her hands to the ground next to her head before making his way down her torso, pecking between her breasts and eventually her belly before releasing her arms and using his hands to trail down over her chest and force her legs apart. From there, he looked up over her body and took the bell that was attached to her clitoris between his lips, giving it a gentle tug to stimulate her, growling gently and exhaling deep, hot breaths on her flesh and fur.

She didn't respond beyond a light growl of appreciation as she folded her paws on her chest, body tensing up as she felt the sensation of the ring of metal tugging on her flesh. She knew better than to push him away or make a scene, even though she was usually quite loud by the time they were done.

After approving her response, Raekal wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her in close as he nuzzled between her lips, deliberately parting them before slipping his tongue into her. All the while, he kept his eyes trained on her face to make sure she wasn't planning anything bratty, but he knew keep down inside that she was going to enjoy this attention too much to resist him. He was right, of course, and she happily relaxed, allowing him to take control.

Her depths were moist and nearly dripping with arousal as he prodded and lapped at her folds, his saliva adding to the mix to soak her even beyond what she'd normally end up. The taste of her pussy was sweet and pleasant, even if it was a little more aggressive of a flavour than he was used to due to the time of the year it was. Spring, the time of love and breeding.

Ember was in heat, which was perfect for him as it meant she was less likely to put up a fight or deny him what he desired of her. She was going to be more receptive to the things he had in mind.

Every time he nuzzled at her or bobbed his head to press his lips to hers, his snout grazed the bell that was dangling off her clit, the motions making a light ting that accented the subtle moans and whimpers of his mate. This made him happy, so his tail wagged and swished behind him as he pulled her in closer and forced his tongue a bit deeper, its folds parting her blue flesh and lapping at the silken mess of her arousal from within. The more he prodded at her and the deeper he went, the better she tasted to him. Before long, she was practically leaking in desire as she allowed herself to give in.

Her body started moving in waves to grind against his snout, fists clenching at the nearby grasses while a meek whimper escaped her lips. She was trying her best to not give in too thoroughly, for she knew that if she became a slave to her desires she would be denied further attention and would have to offer herself more completely to him. This wasn't really a problem, but she wanted to prolong this pleasure as long as she could before inevitably turning herself over to his desires.

Problem was, she wasn't able to control herself this time of year. The seasonal amplification of her heat cycle made it so that every lick was like a lashing of pleasure bolting through her loins, like every subtle warm breath that tickled her flesh was like a drop of hot wax on her. The subtle squeeze of his touch and his hands wrapped around her thighs felt like a bite from a dragon.

Given this overwhelming series of sensations, she couldn't help but let out a long, drawn-out whimper of pleasure as she clamped her legs tight around either side of his head, holding him in place even as she pushed down with her hands on his cheeks. He kept licking, nuzzling, and resisting her for only a few seconds before finally pulling back and slipping his head out from between her thighs, glaring at her while slowly shaking his head and licking his lips clean of the mess they'd made.

“Couldn't even last five minutes, could you?” He chastised her, grinning.

She covered her maw with her paws, eyes wide before offering her retort. “W-well it's kind of your fault if you think about it. You know how sensitive I can get this time of year.”

Raekal nodded slowly. “Indeed, so I guess I shouldn't really punish you too much. After all, we are out where nobody can hear us. In a way, I'm sort of disappointed you weren't louder.” He gently pulled her paws away from her snout, eyes never breaking from hers. “Still, I think you owe me.” He then leaned back and unzipped his shorts, exposing his cock tip while rubbing at his sheath.

“If you say so.” She agreed. “But really isn't this also something I'd enjoy? I mean, you kno-”

He wrapped one hand around her maw to shut her up. “No, don't speak, get to work. Don't think too hard about it, but I've given you what you wanted and now it's time for you to give me mine.” While he spoke to her, he continued to rub at his sheath until more of his length emerged, eager for her to do something with his cock. When he released her maw, he leaned back once more and waited.

Ember knew better than to keep her master waiting. She quickly got onto her knees and hovered over him with her tongue out, ears up, and breasts nearly pressing down on his upper thighs. Her lips were mere inches away from his member, so close that she could feel the heat emanating from him. Her hunger was intense, so she wrapped her fingers around the base of his member and gave a gentle squeeze while aiming the tip at her lips.

Raekal was already in the mood well enough that his cock was leaking precum down the length of his shaft, the sliminess of his arousal soaking her knuckles in the process. He grinned and growled as she worked, stroking the shaft, licking the underside, and sucking up his fluids straight from the tip. She was, as she should be, very careful with her teeth and lips, sure to not catch on his flesh in any way that was unpleasant. If she caught his member with her teeth, there would be punishment.

Just as she was getting into it, bobbing her head up and down to stroke his shaft up and down its length, she reached her free hand down between her legs to pleasure herself, the rubbing motions agitating the bell to make a light tinging noise that alerted Raekal to her actions. In response, he shook his head and wagged his finger, telling her no. It was his turn, and she knew that.

Once more, Ember went back to work on him, focusing her mind and body on the pleasure of her mate. She had barely had the time to slide her lips down his and meet up with her fingers when a powerful screech could be heard echoing down over the foothills of the mountain. The noise made her tense up and gag on his cock, resulting in copious drool and precum soaking his belly and groin. Once she managed to regain her composure, she pulled his member out of her maw and nervously looked to the sky in an attempt to discern the source of the powerful screech.

“Everything alright?” Raekal asked with a hint of malice seeping through his voice. He knew exactly what caused the screeching noise, but didn't want to share that information with Ember.

In response, she deeply gulped and licked her lips. She hadn't picked up on his tone. “Y-yeah, I should be fine, just wondering about that noise. Uh, are we safe here?” She brushed a few strands of hair away from her face and leaned back down to tentatively continue, unsure of how to proceed while keeping her eyes on the skies.

Raekal nodded and cradled her chin to make sure she looked him in the eyes. “We are safe here, I spent a long time scoping out the area; don't you worry.” He winked and leaned back, waiting for her to continue. “Ask yourself, why would I put you in harm's way?”

Though his hint was subtle, it was enough. Ember narrowed her eyes and huffed at him. “You know exactly why you'd put me in harm's way. What did you do, Raekal?”

“I didn't do anything, I just brought you to a nice secluded place so you can pleasure me in peace and quiet. So, if you're done being ungrateful, I'd appreciate it if you got back to work.” He was stern and his words demanding, but the smile on his face gave him away.

Ember had no interest in displeasing him, so she shook her head and leaned back down to give him another gentle lick, her soft tongue collecting much of his precum from the underside of his shaft. Then, as she cradled her flesh around his tip to taste his leaking precum, another powerful screech-roar echoed out from the mountains, blanketing the region with the sound of dominance and aggression. She then shook her head and cleaned her lips on her forearm, sitting up. “Rae, whatever it is that's making that noise does not want us here. We really should leave if we don't want to be attacked.”

A large part of her did suspect that her fears were misplaced, but she couldn't figure out why that may have been so she snuffed out that confidence and instead focused on her safety. Raekal didn't seem fussed about it, but he was always a dominant and confident type that didn't break or bend in the face of adversity. She still had no idea this was all part of his plan, but she did seek warmth and comfort in his presence, so she crawled up onto him so that she was resting with her chest pressed to his, her belly pressing his member to his.

“I think you might need to calm down,” Raekal assured her as he ran his hand through her hair. “It's just a gryphon. I saw one flying around the mountain, but he didn't come anywhere near here while I was scoping the place out. This isn't his territory or anything, so it's not like we're in danger.”

“If we're not in his territory, then why is he screeching at us? I'm sorry, but gryphons aren't the type to make that sort of noise if they're not displaying dominance.” She opened her mouth once more to demand that he reconsider, that they'd leave the meadow immediately and find an area farther away from the gryphon's lands but she stopped herself before she spoke another word. It was true that they were in danger if they were in his territory, but her kinky mind started wandering to a place that had her lifting tail to offer herself to him as a sort of trade. The fantasy of being sacrificed to a gryphon was one that she had yet to fulfill, yet in her worried state of mind, she still failed to piece this all together.

Raekal paused, waiting for her to finish her sentence and maybe have a revelation. When she just gulped and sighed heavily, he realized that she wasn't going to continue with any deep or poignant revelations. That's why he instead just sat there and stroked her hair, waiting for her to calm down.

Mere minutes passed without another screech from the gryphon before Ember finally composed herself and got to her feet. She brushed off the debris from the ground and adjusted her ears to test and see if she heard any evidence of a beast nearby. Once she was sure that the two were alone again, smiled. “Alright, sorry about that, I'm not usually one to freak out, but-”

“Shh, it's fine.” Raekal interrupted. “I know you're not a wuss. Just stop being so worried about it all and just let yourself go! Relax, enjoy yourself, and you should really get back to work.” He tugged on her leash again, nodding in a way that guided her gaze to his member.

She crossed her arms, resisting the tug as she shook her head once more. “Not until we're in a safe place. We're out here, exposed, and I really don't want to be the victim of a gryphon attack.”

“Victim really isn't the word I'd use.” He assured her as he gave another tug, this time with enough force to pull her down and a little off balance. “But if you don't do as you're told, you will be a victim of a spanking.” He was trying to be sultry but came across more threatening than he wanted.

Undeterred, she grabbed the leash and tugged back. “I know what you're doing, and it's cute and all, but I'm serious. We really should leave, or at least find a new place to set up camp. I've heard what gryphons can do to unwary campers. I love it when you're rough, but I like to survive. Why are you being so resistant to leaving? You're usually so concerned about my safety.”

Raekal was on the verge of giving in and explaining what he had planned and why he was so insistent upon sticking around, but before he could say anything a shadow darted across both of them, interrupting their conversation. It was Ceylon, flying low over their campsite as a sort of warning.

Ember cried out and leapt at Raekal, wrapping her arms around him. “Okay, no more games, it's time to go, right?” Her eyes were welling up, but she knew better than to run without permission.

Once more, he was about to assure her that it was all going to be fine when Ceylon banked tight and returned to the pasture, flying by so low he could nearly reach out to claw their hair from atop their heads. He angled his wings as he approached the barrier between forest and meadow to kick off the nearest tree trunk, halting his momentum in an instant. His weight and speed made the tree twist and groan against him before he kicked off and landed on the ground between them and the exit, shaking his wings off and folding them back up on his back.

He wasn't that big compared to some gryphons – perhaps the size of a pony – but that didn't do much to diminish the force he exuded as he got close.

In response to the gryphon's aggressive entrance, Ember hid behind Raekal and whimpered to herself, gulping heavily as she clutched at the leash. Still, despite her worries and the fear that welled up inside her, Ember still didn't have it in her to run or go against Raekal's will. No, she trusted him, even if she was confused and curious.

“Whoa there,” Raekal warned the gryphon as it got close. He raised a hand as if to tame him only to have Ceylon snap at his fingers, hissing in disapproval. “Hey, what's your problem?” He snapped back, pulling his hands away. He was putting on a show since he knew that Ceylon was just tame enough to not harm him, but he also realized that the gryphon was still a wild creature and not in any way domesticated. Still, his brash attitude was quite the turn on for Ember, who held him closer.

The gryphon then stood tall, with his head up at Raekal's face height. He fluffed out his feathers and raised his ears to better take in the scene around him as his steely blue eyes glinted in the midday sun. After surveying both Raekal and Ember up and down, he leaned in closer and pressed his chest up against them, another show of dominance with a bit of affection involved. At the same time, he sniffed the air to sample the scents of both the fox and dragon that were in his territory.

It was clear that Ceylon was getting a feel for the two of them, by testing their responses and smelling Raekal to quickly discern that he was the same dragon that had come before.

Both Raekal and Ceylon had come to know one another reasonably well since Raekal had made many trips to this exact meadow in the past. Over the course of the prior months, he had tamed Ceylon just enough to ensure that he wouldn't attack when he brought Ember, but it seemed that the gryphon wasn't yet prepared for a fox when he had only dealt with a dragon in prior visits.

The first few encounters between them were both ended with bloodshed, but in time they got less and less violent. In their final encounter, Ceylon acted almost as if he were a pet, happily coming in to cuddle and nuzzle in a way that a horse or ulokar would. Raekal expected that same response – feral and intense but tame – but wasn't getting that. He wasn't sure if it was by simple virtue of Ember being there or if it had to do with the season and her heat. Either way, Ceylon was acting a bit more territorial than he'd expected, and it was throwing him off.

Regardless, he still had to show his own dominance by pushing back against Ceylon's chest, forcefully putting some distance between the gryphon and his mate. “Calm your butt.” He growled.

Ceylon pushed back but eventually conceded and tapered off his hissing to better accommodate his 'guests'. He fluttered his wings again, and extended his neck forward to get another proper sniff of Ember. When he raised one of his front talons – a sign of comfort since he was no longer planted on all fours – it became clear that he was very interested in Ember.

“Wh-what is he doing?” She asked, stammering as she stepped back. She was still nude and fully exposed so she felt vulnerable, but her curiosity kept her interested and her faith in Raekal had her confident enough to no longer act meek. She hated appearing weak in any way, even if she was subby.

Raekal took a moment to put himself between Ceylon and Ember, blocking off the gryphon's view of her before backing up. “I don't know for sure, but he seems to like you. Maybe you should go see what he wants, see if he's tame.” He wasn't exactly subtle, but he didn't feel the need to be given the fact that he had brought her here for the purpose of sacrificing her to Ceylon, in a manner of speaking.

While he was bravely putting himself between the gryphon and his mate, Ceylon leapt forth, pushing Raekal to the side in order to press his beak up against Ember's chest. He huffed and growled and hissed at her, wings partially spread in a show of dominance as he pinned her to the ground. This all happened at once, so fast that neither Raekal nor Ember could respond to it. Ceylon then finished by pressing one talon down against her belly to keep her in place as he continued to sniff and preen at her.

Once she was on her back, she meekly grabbed at the gryphon's talon to see if she could lift him off, but found that the more she squirmed and resisted the heavier he felt. He was clearly only holding her in place, not pinning her with all his weight. All the while, she glanced around to see what Raekal was doing but couldn't see him, which only made her even more convinced he had something planned.

Then, as the beast remained pecking and nibbling at her in between hisses and snaps, Ember got a peek at Raekal, who seemed to be awfully casual about the whole endeavour. She was being attacked by a vicious gryphon, and he was just standing off to the side, watching with a grin on his face. Under most circumstances, she'd have figured it out immediately, but she was in a panic and still not thinking straight so she hadn't yet quite put the pieces together. “H-Hey! Help me!” She called out to him with an outstretched hand – one that Ceylon pinned to the ground with his beak.

Raekal sauntered up next to the gryphon and stood shoulder to shoulder with the beast. He patted Ceylon on his neck and gave him a bit of a scritch before crouching down next to Ember. “Sorry, love, but I don't think I have a say in the matter. You're just going to have to submit yourself to him and hope for the best.” He then leaned back and glanced under Ceylon's hindquarters. “And, if I'm seeing this right, he's got some plans for you.” with a wink and a smirk, he stood back up and gave the gryph one last pat before grabbing her leash and stepping away, putting himself on the opposite side of her.

Ember darted her gaze back and forth between Raekal and the gryphon as she came to put the pieces together. It wasn't hard to decipher that this was all somehow planned by Raekal, but the vigour and aggression that the gryphon was using on her made her feel like she was still in danger. In a way, that actually made the whole scenario even hotter, but once she realized that Raekal wouldn't be saving her she was able to relax a bit and just let it happen. Regardless of her submission, she still felt like things could go wrong with the slightest misstep; anything could trigger him.

From behind her, Raekal gave a gentle tug on her collar to remind her that he was there. “I do admit, though, that it'd be sort of fun to see you try to be bratty and defiant towards Ceylon, here. I bet he'd pin you down and force himself on you even harder. I'm sure he'll teach you a lesson or two about resistance and insubordination.” He gave her a wink and smiled as he used his free hand to unbutton his shirt and pants so he could be nude and ready for her when the time came.

All the while, Ceylon remained lightly nipping and pecking at her with his beak, each of his talons taking turns to pin her down and express his dominion over her. His eyes were quite intense looking despite being a cool yet vibrant blue, and they stared directly at her to catch her if she dared to try to dash on him. He didn't leave her alone, nor did he give her more than a few seconds at a time to catch her breath and assert herself, just the way he liked it.

She did all she could to submit herself to the gryphon by relaxing and spreading her legs, all while resisting the urge to push his beak away in a defensive motion. She felt defeated before she even tried to do anything to defend herself, which was exactly the state of mind she needed to be in, at least according to Raekal. She knew this was her reckoning for all the times she had been immature and bratty with him, so she felt the only proper response would be to lean into it and let Ceylon win.

Not like she had much of a choice in the matter, though. The gryphon was much larger than she and had feral strength on his side. There was nothing she could do to resist him at this point even if it got too rough; she was in this for the long haul, now.

Curious yet still willing to make an effort, she gulped once more and leaned over to see if she could get a better look at his equipment. She did see a glint of reflection along a bright red shaft poking out, but was pinned back down to the ground with a snarl and a hiss before she could take it all in. Part of her was worried that she might not be able to find an acceptable position if he was going to be so aggressive about keeping her on her back while he clawed and nipped at her, but she knew that if she was going to subject herself to a gryphon's cock, she would need to be at least on her knees.

Mere moments passed before she decided to make a sudden move. Her loins had grown moist in anticipation as her imagination darted between the fantasy of being taken and the horror of being taken a little too hard. She tried to slip her hand down between her legs to tease herself but was cut off by the gryphon's beak clamping down on her wrist. It was then that she knew for certain that if she was going to make a move, it would have to be swift and powerful.

“What's the matter?” Raekal prodded, sardonically teasing her. “Still trying to resist, are ya?”

She twisted her head to glare at him before making her move. All at once, every muscle in her body tensed up and she was able to raise her hips and flip onto all fours, the motion twisting Ceylon's talon off her belly, which resulted in a shallow cut across her abdomen. It wasn't bad, but that wasn't the worst of it since Ceylon had no idea that Ember was doing this to make things easier than before.

All the gryphon could think, in the heat of the moment, was that Ember was slipping out from under him and that she was planning on getting away. As a result, he clenched his talons tight and put all his weight on her the moment she got to all fours, forcing her chest to the ground while her rump end remained up high with her tail in the air, knees spread to reveal her plump pussy lips. It didn't take him long at all to understand how much better this was for him, even if he had to bite, claw, and scratch her before he realized. Still, he kept his weight on her as he leaned forward, talon wrapped around both of her shoulders as he arched his back and bucked his hips.

With a grin and a gentle rub of himself, Raekal revelled in the vision before him. His member had grown to once again be full mast and rock hard with the ridges along its underside all throbbing and expanding every few seconds. One hand remained squeezed around the base of his knot while the other kept a firm grip on the end of the leash, tightening his control over his mate.

Ember felt a powerful surge of adrenaline flow through her as the gravity of her situation truly dawned upon her. Before, she thought that maybe Raekal would step in and take over, or that maybe something would change and it would be revealed that Ceylon's feral nature was all an act. However, with the beast clawing at her as a reaction to her sudden shift in weight and pose, it became clear that not only was this entirely legitimate but that there was no stopping it now.

In the end, the only thing she could do was brace herself as the gryphon continued his assault on her. He had clamped his beak tight around her neck to keep her in place while his cock tip stabbed and poked at her haunches in an attempt to find her pussy. The more he tried and failed, the better idea she got for what she was dealing with.

He was barbed, tapered, and still pretty thick right from the start. All things that excited her and scared her in equal measure. She had dealt with barbs before, and they had varying levels of sharpness throughout the animal kingdom. Lion spines were painful and stabby like needles, while tiger barbs were more like spines, similar in firmness and sharpness to the feline tongue. As best she could tell, the gryphon that had gotten the better of her was closer to a tiger than a lion, which meant that she'd be sore when it was all said and done but she wouldn't be bleeding.

At least not from the barbs. She still had no idea how much of a knot she'd be dealing with or if he was longer than her body would allow.

Though she knew that she may have been in trouble, the danger of the unknown just added to the excitement. She was eager to feel more, but was apprehensive about what might happen; however, she was too far gone and invested by this point so she tossed all hesitation and caution aside to forcefully worm her arm between her legs, where she grabbed at his member and helped guide him to her soaking wet vulva.

The very second he felt the warmth of her touch, he leaned into her and roughly bucked into her again, pressing his thighs to her hips in a motion that plunged every inch of his length into her. His barbed tip plowed through her depths as his tapered length and un-swelled knot forced her wide open, all of it propelled by his impressive strength and counter-balanced by the weight he pressed down between her shoulders.

In that brisk moment at the apex of his thrust, Ember assumed that she had gotten past the worst and most intense part of their session. Most knotted creatures pumped once or twice until their knot swelled inside their female, locking them together for a passionate period of an hour or two where the drake would just keep pumping bits of lubricant and seed into her. That was usually how things worked with such beasts, but it appeared that she was wrong to assume gryphons were the same as canines.

Ember had in fact been with many creatures in her time, with feral dragons being the roughest and most aggressive to date. She wrongfully assumed that Ceylon would be similar to that but only a bit smaller given his rather reasonable stature, but the reality of the situation was that his unique anatomy seemed to urge him to act with a blend of carnal instincts pulled from avians, felines, canines, and dragons all at once. Rather than just thrust once and allow them both to be locked together, Ceylon instead kept thrusting with all his might, bulging pre-swelled knot and tapered length slapping against her lips and parting her depths with relative ease as his barbs splayed out and caught on her inner flesh.

Her only reasonable reaction was to let out a long, drawn-out cry of both pain and pleasure, only instead of doing so she caught a glimpse of Raekal's stern face telling her to keep quiet. The position she was left in had her chin pinned to the ground and her eyes trained on him as he held her leash. She had no choice but to gulp heavily against the pressure of Ceylon holding her down, stifling her cries of response to the gryphon's forced mating. Instead of releasing the tension by making noise, she had to suffer as he kept at her with no care for her safety.

And Ceylon was unlike any beast she'd been with in all her years touring the region to find all sorts of new ways to be punished for her insubordination. Every time she had been uppity with Raekal, he found some new cock to impale her upon; it actually incentivized her to be more bratty in order to inspire more aggressive partners, but she may have met her match.

The gryphon gradually built up pressure in his claw tips around her shoulders as he held her in place, wings slowly spreading and back arching as he pumped in and out of her like a stallion would. Not just shallow, brisk thrusts like a canine, but full-length tip-to-base thrusts that had his loins slapping against hers only to pull out as far as he could go without actually pulling out, each thrust agitating her bell and threatening to tug at the hoop that held it to her clit.

Though the tapered girth and the bulbous lobes of the knot were both doing all they could to force her flesh to dilate and distend against their assault, it was the more subtle and nuanced features of his member that were getting the most intense reaction out of her. The barbs splayed out and caught on the inner folds of her flesh every time he pulled out, tugging on her depths in a way that made her feel like she'd been clawed at from within, a sensation which was made even more intense by the subtle vibrations that came as his ribbed length slipped in and out of her.

Such intensity was not something she was prepared for when she lifted her tail to this beast, but now she knew that if she did so little as angle her hindquarters the wrong way, his intense thrusting would just stab and drag that barbed, tapered tip of his against her walls in a way that she wouldn't be able to keep herself from being hurt. The thought of him shifting slightly and puncturing her walls with his barbs made her wince and clench up, an act that only served to tighten her in a way that made the sensations of his cock pumping into her even more intense.

Ember clenched her fists and grasped at the grass around her for balance and support as the collar around her neck tugged at her throat, lessening her ability to breathe while also making her every limb tingle with hypersensitivity. There was a brisk moment of concern where she thought she might have passed out, but when she looked up at Raekal, he could see he was getting a little too excited and loosened up his grip, releasing her from her light strangulation.

Of course, the sudden flow of blood and air back to her body made her flesh swell once more, a new and intense sensation of tightness overcoming her. While she felt every prick and tug of his barbs at her depths through every thrust, it was now that things got the most intense for her. Though, painful as it was, she couldn't help but whimper and moan as her tongue lolled out and her eyes fluttered.

She was in such intense pleasure that the pain of it all seemed to numb and blend in with every little thing Ceylon was doing to her. His bites on her neck and arms tickled despite having some real pressure behind them, and the digging claws around her shoulders felt far tamer than they should have. Intense, sure, but not the flesh-rendering instruments of death that they were used as.

Time and time again, he thrust with the precision of a dog and the vigour of a stallion. His flesh slapped at hers as his lubricant mixed with the arousal that she was secreting, the resulting mess so silken and viscous that it didn't take long before the thin layer of combined fluids had left her unable to grip him. Her walls tried to clench and pleasure him, but even his barbs slid over her flesh with ease, unable to snag her or tug at her depths. Their combined vigour and arousal mixed to literally leak and sputter bits of lubricant all over as his tapered length slapped at her pussy and pummeled her lips.

Both of them ended up soaked within mere minutes, with her passage leaking arousal that mixed with his natural lubricant and splashed out of her every time he filled her with his flesh and applied pressure to her passage. The ribs on his member caught pockets of air that were all pushed out when she clenched as a response to his wild bucks.

This lasted for much longer than Ember could have expected. Many minutes passed with the gryphon drake maintaining a pace and rhythm that made gauging time even harder than before. Nearly a half an hour passed with her pinned to the ground and Raekal watching them before Ceylon changed things up, altering his position and angle to better assault the most sensitive length of her flesh inside.

Everything seemed to be hitting a plateau all at once. His thrusts and the aggressive scraping of his barbs against her walls were getting to the point she was used to it, his pace was steady, and the angle between them both was perfect so that she could feel the dilation and constriction of her walls holding him snug with every inward thrust and outwards tug. Everything was perfect until he decided it was time to tie with her.

After what felt like hours of never-ending, rhythmic thrusts from the depths of the gryphon's instincts, he gave her one final thrust that hit her with such force that her chest and chin were pushed across the ground only to be pinned in place by his front talon. His hips pushed in and his back arched in such a way that he was able to ease even more of himself into her at the apex of his bucking motion.

She quickly discovered that as much as she thought she was prepared, she was certainly not. After nearly half an hour of aggressive, carnal thrusts from Ceylon – each one of which was accentuated by a tinging of a bell – she had grown used to such actions and motions. Her body had adjusted to that but wasn't prepared for the assault at her depths that was the gryphon's final swell.

After finally hitting a perfect angle and depth, Ceylon slid both his talons around her hips to hold her in place as he wiggled and gyrated his hips. His knot swelled in place, inflating quickly to press out against her walls with rapidly increasing pressure; before long, the expanding girth of his knot caught on the tight ring of muscle near her opening and tied them together, only instead of simply locking them in place, it seemed to pull him in deeper.

Ember couldn't be sure if his cock was growing longer or if he was just pushing harder, but the thicker his knot swelled and the tighter it felt against that part of her pussy, the greater the pressure she felt on her cervix. All through his violent bucking motions, he never once hit her womb or bottomed out, yet now that his knot was swelling, she could feel the sharpness of his barbs prodding at her cervix with an intensity that equalled the growing pressure of his knot pressing tight against her opening.

Before long, she had found that his cock was too much for her. The discomfort that came from having her cervix toyed with and scraped was bad enough on its own, but that knot had to have been the size of both of her fists side by side! The friction she felt as he subtly shifted and his knot rocked back and forth felt like she was being mated by a horse with its flare rubbing hard and deep against her walls! All the while, Ceylon kept his beak clamped down on her neck and his talons on her hips to ensure she wasn't going anywhere while also soaking her neck fur in saliva.

For a brisk moment, the gryphon drake didn't move a muscle in his body aside from a throbbing pulse of his cock that burst shot after shot of his silken seed into her. The twitches and contractions of his length felt like the beating of a heart inside her, its mass moving in waves to best pump his seed in deeper. The more he injected into her depths, the more bloated she felt and the more sensitive she grew to the scrapings of his barbed tip. No fluid could escape her, as his knot had well and truly plugged her up to the point it had formed a seal between them; only the slightest of shifts and tugs were permitted.

Once again, she had just barely begun to adjust and adapt to the pressure that was building in her before another heavy shift brought his length deeper. The stretching of her pussy was intense to begin with and her cervix had been completely sealed off, but with the addition of the gryphon cum and the steady and spiky massage of his barbs, she felt her cervix giving way and loosening!

Then, just as she was about to call out to Raekal, she felt that familiar lurch as his tapered tip burst through and into her womb, forcing her cervix to dilate to many times its natural size to accommodate him! She grunted and whimpered as she clawed at the dirt and plucked blades of grass from the ground, toes curling and tail trying its best to flag and make things easier for him. Nothing worked to alleviate the pressure, but she did notice that much of his seed was passing through with the rest of his member to inflate her womb as her cervix slid down his ribbed shaft.

This was not the first time she'd been penetrated so deep, which was how she was able to identify all that was happening inside her. That didn't mean it was common, though, and she wasn't quite prepared in the way she needed to be. However, the combination of his barbs and seed seemed to numb her at least a bit, making the transition a bit easier. She still felt every throb, every ejaculation, and every gentle tug, but it wasn't as painful as she felt it could have been. Should have been.

Once the knot settled in place and decided it wasn't going to be thrusting or tugging any longer, Ember was finally able to relax. Her swollen lips got stretched and distended as they struggled to keep the bulges of his knot inside, while her cervix quivered against the invading girth of his tapered length, yet she found herself in a relaxed state of mind as she extended her hands out to better splay out.

Ceylon seemed content as well, as he let go of her neck and stood straight while remaining on top of her. He eased back and adjusted his hind legs so that his knot tugged at her depths and hoisted her up into a higher position, the pressure and friction of the subtle shifts of his massive knot making her curl her toes yet again.

She had no ability to deny him, no desire to resist, and no cares for her body. Sure, she knew that her pussy was going to be wrecked after this was all said and done but that's what potions were for! All she needed to do was relax and enjoy what she could for however long she was able. The intense pressure and discomfort that came from his knot stretching her far beyond what her body was meant to handle combined with the sloshing mass of gryphon seed and the tickles of his barbed tip to remind her that, while this was painful in many ways, it was also the deepest and most intense sensation she had felt all year.

A gryphon partner proved to be the ultimate way to force her into compliance. Now that she was pinned down, tied to the feral drake, and getting pumped with gryphon seed, she allowed herself to relax and smile, body quivering and shuddering in delight as she lost her lucidity and found her mind drifting off into a sort of trance thanks to the intensity of Ceylon's mating.

Raekal could see that she was about done and that Ceylon had stopped thrusting or bucking, so he stepped up next to the both of them and gave a proper tug on her collar as a sign of dominance. “I take it you've learned your lesson.” He sneered at Ember as he patted the gryphon on this neck feathers.

In response, Ember could only slightly nod, for any motion beyond that would trigger another swell and tug from Ceylon's knot; when any motion felt intense like that and the bell attached to her clit made noise, even the slightest affirmations seemed significant.

“Good, because you're going to be here for a while.” He got down onto both knees with his cock hovering at full mast just above her snout. “I'm not sure if you know this, but gryphons are known to remain tied to their mates for as long as ten hours. Overnight, sometimes. And that's to gryphon partners! Imagine how much longer he'll be stuck to you with that tiny, tight little pussy of yours!” He gave her a gentle caress on her cheek to force her muzzle up under his length, resting his tip between her eyes as he gave a gentle thrust to soak her with his lubricant, the scales along its length splaying.

Though Ember knew that any motion she made would risk amplifying the pressure that Ceylon put on her pussy, she knew that refusing to pleasure her master would result in even more punishment. Knowing this, she struggled to reach out and wrap her fingers around his knot, cradling it like a wine glass as she slipped the tip past her lips and let it rest on her tongue.

She was worried he was going to demand a particularly long and drawn out oral session but did end up getting lucky when it became clear that his pent-up voyeur session had left him eager to finish in her maw. After only a few minutes of her struggling to lick his length and suck as much as she could, Raekal bent over her and exploded all over her. His member burst from her gullet and sprayed her muzzle, her lips, her neck, and everything in between, leaving webs of dragon seed all over her.

The bratty part of her wanted to make some sort of snide or witty remark about this, but then Ceylon shifted his weight a bit to tug on her pussy lips once more, and that shut her up, at least until she felt the gryphon's tongue cleaning her of the sticky mess her mate and master had left on her.

Once Ceylon was done, he leaned back onto his haunches and turned away from her, his knotted member remaining inside her but shifting and rotating around to deeply massage her by grinding against her flesh. The sudden and intense shifting of his member inside her made her cross her legs and practically collapse as the overwhelming blend of pleasure and discomfort washed through her.

However, after that turn to leave them both butt to butt, Ceylon seemed content and uninterested in further actions. He laid down on his belly – tugging her down with him in the process – and began preening his feathers while also chirping and making a bunch of cute bird noises. His tail flicked back and forth, occasionally resting on her haunches while he relaxed.

“So, now that you're going to be here at least until nightfall, are you hungry?” Raekal asked as he squatted next to her, member mostly being pulled back into his sheath. “I can get you something if you'd like. A drink, perhaps?”

She just shook her head, struggling against the pressure deep within her. Even something as simple as that made his knot shift inside her with the sort of intensity that made her feel like a stallion's flare was once again exploding inside her. Ceylon's firm knot was rock hard with absolutely no give, so even the slightest motions felt like full thrusts.

Raekal could see she was preoccupied and distracted, so he nodded and gave her chin a bit of a rub before leaving the two of them and returning to the bonfire, where he started making lunch.

From there, Ember and Ceylon remained in the field, tied together with the gryph acting quite tame and docile, considering the territorial aggression he showed upon his first arrival. He and Raekal shared a meaty meal together, bonding over lunch while Ember struggled to keep her composure.

As the day went on and the sun made its way over the horizon, Ember remained in place while in a constant state of orgasm. The heat, pressure, and lubrication of his member inside her constantly shifting and tugging at her flesh was so intense that she didn't get even a moment to relax or compose herself. She couldn't ask for a drink, demand help, or inquire about when this would all be over; instead, she remained on her belly, legs splayed out and hind paws up as Ceylon's hot, heavy body rest against hers. When he moved, she moved – albeit reluctantly. When he coughed or chirped or shifted his weight, she felt it deep within her body and heard that bell attached to her clit ringing.

It wasn't until the evening had set upon them that she felt the sort of shifting inside her that may have signified that her time tied to the beast may be coming to an end.

There was a lurch in all the fluids inside her, the liquid passing from womb to pussy while his knot deflated and lost some of its firmness. A gloriously loud squelch of a spurt of his cum erupted from within her, splashing out onto the grass and dirt as he got back to all fours, tugging her up onto her knees with his knot yanking at her pussy flesh.

She felt a heat and friction deep within her as the berth of his knot lobes tugged at her lips from within, the telltale sensation of her flesh parting shooting a stab of pain up her spine. All she could do was cry out and push down on his member, clenching her walls to force him out with all her might.

Raekal dashed over to her and tried his best to comfort her – he wasn't cruel and could see she was in pain – but she was too distracted to notice.

Instead, she grunted and whimpered and moaned as the thick gryphon knot eased its way out of her one bit at a time, its lobes rocking back and forth to find the right angle to escape before suddenly and violently popping out of her followed by a torrent of creamy gryphon seed and her yelp as she cried out in pain.

Her pussy was sore and throbbing, but left gaped open in the wake of Ceylon's explosive knot extraction; as she remained with her tail raised, she could feel the cool breeze of air tickling her insides. She knew that if she touched herself it'd just make her even sorer, so she did all she could to avoid doing so as she reached out and grabbed Raekal's chest and belly fur, meekly whimpering at him as she tried to stand and immediately crumbled back to her knees. Her entire lower body below her groin had fallen asleep, for Ceylon's knot had put so much pressure on her that the blood flow had nearly stopped. Either that or her body had focused much of its energy on her battered pussy and forgot to give any attention to her feet or tail.

Despite her focus being on Raekal and her quest to regain control and sensation in her legs, she was quickly shocked by the sensation of Ceylon's beak pressed up against the underside of her tail and tongue prodding at her depths, lashing at her walls and cleaning up much of the mess he'd made inside her. She wanted to flinch, to push him away or move in such a way that she would avoid his touch since she was still so sensitive and sore, but she quickly came to realize there was nothing she could do to stop him so she relaxed and breathed heavily as she came to accept his offer.

She remained in a state of bliss and soreness all at once as her mind drifted in and out of lucidity, body hunched over her lover's lap and tail up to let the gryphon explore her depths. Life was good, and she had proven herself to be a good girl.

It would be a while before she dared resist her master again, for fear of being filled by a gryphon. Or, more realistically, it would be incentive to be a bit more bratty. She tended to heal any time her body got torn out of shape, so it wasn't like there would be any lasting effects.