"Mrrrm, almost there," Kailana crooned, a steady, enchanting purr blossoming within her throat. Despite her heat, she was calm and fully in control, while Nulkurrak, who had already mated, held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation while his cock relentlessly dabbed at her underbelly in search for the right spot.

Once he found it, the abundant fluids coating Kailana's sweltering lips helped him slide into her faster than he ever entered his sister, a sharp caw of elation bursting from his beak. The entirety of his length, lined with small, soft, and terribly sensitive barbs, pierced through her tight, quivering virgin depths, the warmth so intense, and her fluids so rich, that it made him freeze within her.

His beak began to clatter with the strain to hold his seed from exploding into her, wings spreading and fluttering to mirror his predicament. Unlike his sister, Kailana's heat-stricken tunnel pulsed with intense warmth, her eager muscles shuddering and clenching around him from all sides with uncanny eagerness. Simply remaining within her worked him up to climax, his sack already tightening and his tail beginning to twitch with the familiar finality of ejaculation.

"Don't hold back," Kailana whispered into his ear prior to licking it. "Don't struggle. Just let go."

Nulkurrak's hind paws skimmed along her feathers for purchase, eagerly seeking for the best angle to push himself just a little deeper so that his seed reached further. One thrust in, and the gryphon was already at his limits, overwhelmed by one too many foreign sensations that his young mind had never encountered.

Instead of fighting against the inevitable, the eager, impatient male tried a few more shallow, rapid, uncoordinated thrusts into her to work himself to his peak, the squelching sounds of his cock disturbing the copious juices oozing from Kailana's swollen folds so erotic that he gave up right then and there.

Right before his barbs tightened to refuse and the pressure welled within his bloated tip overpowered him, Nulkurrak pushed himself as deep into Kailana as he could, his plump spheres kissing her lips, shuddering in unison with her while he spurted his passion for her into her innermost sanctuary.

He didn't screech. He didn't squeak, or squawk, or even whimper. So hard did the ubiquitous wave of elation crash against him, that the gryphon's beak gaped open, eyes shuttered tight during the brief yet infinitely stimulating bursts of seed that he loosened into his mate. Her ceaseless contractions bespoke of her need of him, of how greatly a dragoness in heat cherished his seed, and that made Nulkurrak's orgasm all the richer.

His breath held tight within his chest, the male's head began to spin from the sheer potency of the delight that coursed through him. Stars of all colors burst into existence within the darkness of his tightly squeezed eyelids, threatening to steal away his wits that he barely clung onto. Immersed into that world of immense satisfaction, the gryphon attempted a few weak, final thrusts when the euphoria began to die down, intent on stimulating his softened barbs just a little more for one extra spurt.