Narrator: The male gryphon landed with a ginger touch on his right rear paw on the ground before letting his weight distribute amongst his other three limbs and shaking himself out. Big and strong bird.

Narrator: The cool air of spring flowed wonderfully through his feathers in a delicate breeze, and with the snow melting, rivers were flowing and fish were plentiful. Trotting over to his friend's den, he shouted out.

Male: HEY! Come on out, you are lazy hen, the fish will have all gone out to sea!

Narrator: A fluff figure in dark, starts rustling feathers and fur before a head poked out into the morning light. A long yawn parted her beak before she hauled the rest of her form out from her home and shaking herself out, with bits of dirt flying about.

Female: You’re soooooo late and loud, would you be a little quiet?

Narrator: The female quipped at the male and giving him a sideways glance which was rife with feigned tension. She stretched out from her sleep and with a flick of her tail, she inadvertently gave a show of her sweet female forbidden delights to him, triggering that primal spark in the male’s chest. It was a sweet smell, and any mature male who sees such a teasing girl in this time would have an urge he would have to press aside.

Male: Still didn’t sleep late as you did. Come on!

Narrator: His wing reaches out and bumps against her shoulder to defuse the situation.
He takes off into the trees along a worn path, trotting towards the sound of water cascading over rocks in the distance. The last thing she saw before he hastily disappeared was the flick through the bushes of his tail and… oh... was that his penis, yes, or did she imagine it? Is that why he ran so fast?

Narrator: She would follow shortly after to see her friend poised at the edge of the river, water flowing down the waterfall and leaving the occasional still pool.

Narrator: The male had found his favorite one, a little deeper with the snowmelt from the mountains above. Strong legs crouched down just a little closer to the water. Just before he pounced, the hen let out a hawks cry to surprise him. The pounce turned into a slip and the scared gryphon lost his footing, slipping closer to the water and his hind legs fell in.

Male: That was rude! The fish went back into hiding. Go hunt it down yourself, if it’s so fun for you!

Narrator: He pulled himself out from the water and gave a shake, hissing at her. The rear right leg gave a shake as he took his position, watching over his shoulder at her.

Narrator: She chuckled and started on over to her preferred spot, Zayah settled in closer to the edge of the water and started her own wait, the fish would swim on out and make tantalizing targets for the sharp talons for the gryphons.

Narrator: It wasn’t long till a fish came back out and her talons shot into the water in an attempt to spear the fish.

Narrator: Male turning around to walk back towards the hen, to enjoy her failures. He started to take a step but was cut short at the sight, her rump in plain view, with tail lifted and flicking side to side in concentration. Her heated lips swollen beckoned his attention in and coaxed purr from his chest.

Narrator: Those thoughts returned to him again and the desire to teach this naughty girl a lesson becomes stronger. He stalked forward, quiet with each press of his feet to the ground. Female was down low, fishing and leaning down and down in more concentration. A perfect position!

Narrator: She struck the water with her claws and cried out joyfully when she saw a caught fish in her paw, with a wriggle tail and in same moment, the male behind her jumped forward with his weight landing on her shoulders, feet resting against her legs and he started to shift and forces her to drop the fish.

Female: OOOOaaaoooaa! What are you...

Narrator: She could feel something stirring around her tail. Something wet and warm rubs against her skin, thrust in her vulva. She looking back at him with a confused disgruntled expression.

Narrator: These movements behind her rear, these feelings of being under the male makes she sense a passionate feeling emanating from her genitals, instantly she realized how she needed it and instinctively obeyed the rushing feelings and pressed back into the loose sand with the combined weights of their bodies.

Male: You are naughty and must get a lesson. You’ve told me before you’ve wanted it rough. It’s a good time for it!

Narrator: He scooped that fish into his beak, all the while the pale red flesh of his arousing length began to slowly go inside her. She tries to say something, but she only breathed passionately. She was cut off by his warmth touching hers, the barbed head sinking into those warm welcoming lips giving them what they wanted so much