The brown leaves fell from the trees like the snow that would soon come once the trees were stripped bare. An untouched sea of russet stood before the proud drake, searching between the great pillars of bark that rose to the clouded sky. It has rained the night prior but the ground was already dry underfoot but the smell of the prey had not gone amiss. 

Perrier had smelt it on the roots, an overbearing odor that barged its way past the flavors of slowly decaying leaves and damp earth. His hazel nostrils flared at the scent layed out before him. How old? Less than a day, without a doubt. Perhaps only a few hours? The male he was stalking was closer than yesterday, his masculine musk more potent than before. 

It was unclear why another male would mark his scent on Perrier’s territory. Was this new male challenging him for his land?  For his game? The dragon considered the options while he strode heavy steps between the trees, his hide striped with rust-orange obscuring his form somewhat. 

Although not the oldest drake in the woods, he was most definitely not the youngest. He had lived through countless seasons and his linage expanded far past the woodland's borders. Surely it wasn’t a hatchling of his own clutch? Come to take his fathers land as his? 

The intruder wouldn't be after his females for sure, the rut has already past and all of them were already  well endowed with his eggs. The season prior had been a major success for Perrier, his harem had grown twice fold this spring; all of his does young and able to bare young. 

Then something hit him, a very familiar stench that dilated his nostrils and raised his pulse. He was close, Perrier crouched to the leaf strewn ground. The musk seemed far more potent than before, far more masculine than before… something a little more, avian? 

There, his swift green eyes caught sight of the trespasser; his white tuft of fur bold against his brown down. His avian front legs a contrast against his feline backside. Definitely a gryphon. How many years since a gryphon had been seen in these parts, Perrier did not know, but they usually stuck to the northern mountain ranges where they could be seen circling the snow capped peaks. Riding free on feathered wings across the thermals and eddies that the valleys provided. 

Such creatures lacked the physical size and stature of a dragon, but where they lacked in raw strength they made up for their determination and crafty nature. Perrier’s father would tell him tales of how a such creatures could stalk a dragon on the hunt for days, staying perfectly hidden far above the clouds, only to swoop down and snap up whatever prey the drake had killed after the deed was done.  

This bird in particular was one of the bigger ones, his crest only reaching Perrier’s muscular shoulder. He looked around assertively, propping himself up on one leg; the other well toned thigh cocking up in the air. The brown drake got another sharp whiff of musk as a substantial stream of the creatures urine sprayed out, leaving a dark stain on the bark he was positioned against.

Perrier got a good view of the well endowed avian’s equipment. Although not as big as his, the size of the fat sheath that dangled between his feline haunches as he marked his spot made him think twice about weather it would be possible for such a beast to pleasure a doe in the same way that he had done may a time. The sizable sac, covered in a light brown fur, caught both his nose and his eyes attention. The beasts masculine perfume seemed to flow from the magnificent orbs, easily the size of ripe apples. 
Perrier was struck with a strange jealousy towards the creatures substantial gifts. On one paw, it would most defiantly be a pain to have to walk around with your most sensitive regions exposed and open to the air but being able to show off your assets to everyone who dared gaze up at you. The idea made his slit tingle some what, his member threatening to disgorge itself. He was somewhat grateful however to have his equipment neatly tucked away behind his vent. For one, flying must be a pain with such unaerodynamic components dangling beneath you.  

The thickly scented spray diminished somewhat as the gryphon took too four paws once again, his meaty orbs swaying from side to side as he landed. His fanned tail lifting a little, giving Perrier a quick view of his little pink anus. 

Rumor had it that some males of that species let them get mounted like their hens. Not just for dominance, but for pleasure. Perrier couldn't understand why a male would consent to such an unusual and degrade practice; wanting to lower oneself to the level of a breeding hen would be something he could never dream of. The last few squirts of the gryphon’s fluids squirted from his sharp, pink tip; a few flecks covering his fluffy undercarriage with a few well timed shakes of the beast’s rear. 

Perrier took to the ground, his heavy hind legs coiling like a spring. Each hefty paw tipped in a dark ivory talon,  several inches in length and razor sharp. The dragons green slits set on his prey, locking on to the Gryphon’s plump rear as he prepared to pounce, a forked tongue snaking its way out to lap at his dry lips. Tucking his fanned tail in, he commit ed to the pounce. Black claws dug into the leaves and rich soil underneath, the full force of the drakes hunting capability put into action. 

Before the avian even registered his presence, a mountain of scale and sinew was already on top on him. Like a hill-slide he came crashing down, first grabbing his behind with eager talons; using his inertia to vault over his fanned tail to knock his prey to the floor,  forcing the bird onto his side. 
Up-close the gryphon musk was even more powerful, his masculine scent seeping out through his claws, now gripping onto the beast’s shoulders. A  high, waning shriek emitted from his open beak, a cry of surprise and submission. This creature was Perrier to do what he liked with it. 

“You, What do you think your doing in my lands?” the dragon demanded, craning his neck to look down upon the gryphon struggling under him. Little rivulets of saliva splattering the beasts face as he struggled to escape the drakes strong grip, a few more waning cheeps emitting from his outstretched beak; eyes strained shut in terror. 

The wriggling almost made Perrier lose grip of him. Flipping over the intruder onto his back gave him a better grip. His back legs lowered and straddled the gryphon’s, forelimbs restraining the birds own feathered one’s. Only now did Perrier realize how much bigger he was to him. The huge outline of the drake overshadowed the small creature that lay on the leaf strewn floor, haunches scratched and bleeding, proud white tuft covered in dirt. 

Only now did the poor creature look up at his draconic better, a wide maw just feet away from his exposed neck; lips slightly parted and dripping with hunger. 

“What,” the drake repeated, meaty breath thick with the scent of his last meal “Are you doing on my territory?”. The large brown face descended on its prey,  terrified eyes looking back in response. The mass of terrified earthy down beneath him pulsed heavily, the prey’s rapid heartbeat audible behind his heavy breath; full of defeat and strain. 
“p-please! I beg, don’t hurt me, I mean no confrontation!”

“If you do not mean to pick a fight with me, why do you have the audacity to stride upon my land and mark it as your own?”. His black claws pressed deeper into the feathered shoulders, little whimpers being drawn out of the beast as blood was drawn to the surface. 

“I wasn’t looking for...” the avian head and its yellowed beak tipped forward,  shyly peering over the gryphon’s own fluffy belly to gaze at the large male drake above it; his pupils widening slightly.  “I was just trying t… o-oh...”

A small growl slid out between Perrier’s jaws, forming into a harsh bark. “Spit it out, bird,”

a noticeable lump formed in the birds gullet, hastily swallowed down. 
“I heard that your um...”  the gryphon’s attention wavering between Perrier’s eyes and belly  “there is nothing more a dragoness likes more than the scent of gryphon...”

shock and anger burned inside the dragons chest. This lowly creature, wanting to lay with his does?   
Small rings of smoky drifted from the dragons dilated nostrils as he formulated his reply. 
“and you foolishly believe rumors?”.

“I didn’t at first, but now I know there was some wait to such rumors”. The gryphon’s beady eyes darting between the sky and Perrier’s scaled chest, faint blue orbs eyeing up their attacker. But the avian didn't seem to be getting anymore scared, even with Perrier pushing him into the ground. If anything he seemed, more relaxed? The thick skin behind the waves of down seemed a lot warmer for sure. 

“So your saying that you bred a doe in these lands? That a useless creature like you managed to spill your seed inside one?”. The black claws pushed harder. The worthless bird was defiantly getting warmer, Perrier could feel it against his scales. 

“Well, not yet per-say, but I can see your pink slit set deep in your brown scales and I know that you’ve been following me for a clawful of days,” the creatures avian cheeks flushed a warm pink. “I may be a gryphon but I’m not that incompetent, I know how much you desire me.”there was most defiantly a notable tone of seductiveness in the avian’s voice. An underlying need that seemed to seep out his beak.

Perrier had been mistaken for what, a doe? By this beast? He took a moment to flex his jaws, a thicker stream of smoke spiraling into the cold autumnal air. Now the gryphon wanted to mate with him? He was no more female than the creature on the floor, but  unlike him he didn't have his male-hood on display for all too see. It was tucked behind the pink folds in his armored hide that the bird most graciously pointed out. 

He was probably able to tell the sex of any potential mate by what they had on display and he obviously had not been around dragons enough to identify them by their scent. Such a pitiful beast would not last more than a dozen days around more than a few drakes. The poor gryphon had probably taken one look at Perrier’s smooth belly and craved him more than a doe craves to be filled during the spring. 

And now the gryphon was under him, and wanted to mate. 

“I let you watch me spill my scent against that tree and I know how intently you watched my heavy sheath,” Perrier could admire the size of the gryphon’s nethers, and now taking a quick glance down between his haunches, he had seen how much he had grown during their little conversation. It had mostly slid out from its furred cage, at-least a foot of fresh pink, the colour of raw salmon. It darkened towards its base, still well set in its brown sheath. Rows of spines ran from its spaded tip like inset crystals in some piece of ancient jewelry, each one sparkling with the gryphon's musky dew. What Perrier assumed was some kind of knot swelled even now in it’s sheath, bulging in its holster. 

Although not as long as Perrier at full mast, he took some pride in being thicker than the gryphon, especially his thick knot that sat just below his base.    

“I promise you I’ll be more worth than any buck of your own kind would ever be,”

If this gryphon had believed the verbose rumors about Perrier’s own kind, surely it wouldn't hurt for the drake to test out some of the tales he’d heard about male gryphons. This bird was going to get the chance to rut with a dragon, whether it be a buck or doe. 

“Fine, I’ll let you mate with me,” Perrier smirked, trying to resist smiling as the gryphon's eyes lit up with delight. “On once condition,”. 

The Avian fellow’s head cocked inquisitively to the side. “Which is?”

“If I deem you better than one of my own kind, I’ll let you go,” The dragon flashed a glimpse of his ivory teeth. “If I find you unsuitable however, I don’t think your be around long enough to enjoy any afterglow,”

Perrier couldn't make out any signs of fear or worry in the creatures eyes, his threats not breaking his excited and confident temperament.”Well, it’s not like I have a choice now, is it?”
  
“I see you know your place, bird” Perrier remarked, letting out a deep chuckle, the unsuspecting male’s beak still plastered with giddy joy.   

“Well, aren’t you going to bend over and present me your slit?” 

“How impatient of you,” Perrier retorted mockingly, “I had other ideas, anyway,”. He lowered his crotch down to the gryphon's own, his genital slit glistening with lubricating fluids, just inches from the gryphon's bestial member. His own was sheath safely inside, he wouldn't break the stupid beast’s delusions quite yet. He could feel the eager heat created by the thick erection beneath him. 

The avian took the initiative, bucking his hips up to thrust at the dragon’s pink lips. The wet member slide across the dragons sensitive folds, causing a little shiver to coarse through his spine buried beneath sinuous muscle and brown scales. 

“Someone’s eager,” Perrier teased, shifting his hips to give the gryphon a little more forgiving angle. His barbed underside tugging against the drake’s vulnerable hole. 

“If  you heard half of the thing’s I’ve be told about your kind, you would be this eager too,” the avian chirped between small, horny tweets. 

“I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about us, but I’m sure your in for more than a few surprises by the end of this,” any reply was drowned out by a long whine from the creatures beak as Perrier pressed his weight against his partners semi-inflated knot, letting his lubricating fluids mingle with the avian’s own. 

This wasn’t the first time Perrier had performed similar acts on another male. It was common for bucks to mount one another as a display of dominance. Many a time had his hefty shaft ground under the tail of another like him, the lesser drake pinned beneath his might. Every one of them had his scent spilled over them, either spilling his own fertile seed over them or letting his potent urine blot out the male’s own smell. Their scales had stunk for days of him, a sign of weakness for all nearby to witness. 

He didn’t dislike the feeling of marking another buck but the pleasure was nothing compared to a wet doe.  Yet again he had never finished inside a bucks tight tailhole. This gryphon needed to be taught who the alpha male was in these parts and perhaps it was time Perrier tried something new. 

He let the beast thrust against his scaled belly, occasionally pressing back; much to the gryphons delight. He could feel his member start to harden inside his cloaca, trying his best to stop it from slipping out. 

He lay with the gryphon for several minutes like that, the avian on his back howling as he made his hips busy with Perrier’s slit. He howled all the while, beak wide open and head lent back like a chick ready to be fed. He cried and whimpered harder when the drake rubbed himself against his appendage, or just moved his crotch just above where the gryphon's thrusts could reach. All the while he was becoming more tired as they went on, his small brown body writhing and squealing; avian cock spurting clear pre-cum over his well-kept down as his humps lost rhythm, becoming more erratic.  

Perrier didn’t think he had ever become as wet as he was right now, his feral instincts told him to disgorge his member and fill this trespasser with his fertile seed, but he resisted the urge. His length was already somewhat hard and it took all his concentration to not reveal his maleness to his prey just yet. His leaking slit kept sliding over the gryphon's twitching member, putting him on edge but still denying him the release he craved. 

“o-oh, sweet dragoness,” the words come out distorted by arousal and exhaustion, “S-s-stop this teasing and raise your tail,” a long, hard squawk punctuated his demand as Perrier rubbed his glistening pink against him, more sticky slime covering both of them. “l-let me tie with your s-s-slit,”.

Perrier gave out a chuckle as he moved his groin away from the avian’s own, leaving only a few sticky strands of pre connecting the two. A sigh of relief left the gryphon’s beak as his most sensitive areas were left alone. 

Perrier cursed internally as the conical tip of his member slipped between his lips, squirting more clear fluid onto the bird’s chest. The gryphon didn’t seem to notice or care about Perrier’s anatomy, the relentless assault on his shaft leaving him tired and intoxicated with arousal. 

The drake let his grip on the bundle of feathers beneath him tighten somewhat, making sure what little  energy the gryphon had left couldn't be used to overthrow him. The ache in his slit was starting to get worse, his ache for release even more so. This poor soul was about to get what he deserved for trespassing on a dragon’s domain. 

A few more inches slipped form his nethers with a moist squelch. He lowered himself down towards his prey again but this time not aiming to rub against his member, instead aiming for the tight pink hole he had observed earlier. His neglected member was already half out by the time his opening rubbed underneath the creature's fanned tail. 

The gryphon have a little surprised peep, raising his head from the leaf strewn floor to gaze between the drakes legs. Here it was, laying erect next to his own, the dragons tapered cock emerging from the folds that the gryphon foolishly mistaken for a female’s. Already it was easily as big as his, its slim tip sharp and sticky, slowly getting far thicker than even his inflated knot. 

“I-I think there's been some sort of misunderstanding,” the flustered creature stammered in between deep breaths. “I thought y-you were...”

His useless protests were drowned out by a fit of laughter from Perrier, who tilted his head back, roaring to the heavens. “Oh, I thought you knew about draconic anatomy?” he teased, “But apparently you haven’t heard all the facts about us dragons, just rumors,”. Another wet squelch as Perrier pushed the sticky underside of his member, its full length now on display, against the other male’s tailhole. His build up fluids lubricated its exterior with ease. “Well, I’m finally making your fantasies come true, laying with a drake,” he added with a gentle chuckle “Not how you imagined it, huh?”. With that he bucked his brown hips back, aiming his slippery tip up with the gryphon's pucker before giving one hard, sharp thrust forward. 

The gryphon’s velvety walls were a lot different that what he had expected. They were not as smooth nor wet was a doe’s but how were they tight! The bird’s tunnel hugged Perrier’s cock as the first few inches sailed in smoothly, the second thrust forcing in even more.

His well set haunches were put to work, stuffing more of himself into his prey, thrust after thrust he worked.  And all the while the gryphon lay on the floor squawking not in pain or discomfort but in what Perrier thought sounded like pleasure. It took less than a minute to get most of his member in, knot just sitting outside. 

With each thrust the gryphon's cock twitched more, each hump causing a primal grunt to leave the drake’s muzzle. The Gryphon just lay there panting, tongue lolling out of his beak, letting off the occasional squeak if the drake’s cock his a particularly sensitive part of him. “Enjoying yourself, bird?” 
The dragon teased, his slowly pulsing length still inside him. “I can defiantly tell you’ve done this before, but I bet none of them we’re as big as me,”. 

They avian held below him gave a happy, exhausted grunt as Perrier started thrusting into him again with a slow, steady rhythm. Each hump accompanied with a grunt and a squelch. Soon the stench of sex overpowered the smell of rotting leaves and the gryphon's mark, replaced instead by the dragons masculine musk, the same smell that spewed from his slit and stained his prey’s feathers.  

It didn’t take long for Perrier’s knot to start slapping the stretched pink hole, each thrust pressing it against the Gryphon tail with increased aggression. With one last thrust, Perrier pressed his hips against the gryphons, his slit rubbing against his sac. With an audible pop, this knot slipped past the avian’s defenses, his entire girth filling him up. Having his knot fully engorged inside his prey nearly sent him over his limit, his gonad aching from all the teasing, wishing for relief. 

It had been several months since Perrier had last spilled his seed. Most does didn’t wish to breed outside of heat. The last time he had spilled his seed across the rump of a younger male, but the last time he had actually came inside another living creature was too far to remember clearly in the state he was in. 

Now locked inside the other male, his only option was to finish himself with vigorous short strokes, each one putting more pressure against the gryphon’s prostate, causing him so squirt more milky pre over his chest. Finally he felt the fire in his loins build to a searing heat, exploring depths of the gryphon that hadn't been touched before as he rubbed his slit against the avian again. 

Perrier’s grunts finally built to a deafening roar as he released his pent up seed deep inside his prey. The avian could feel each twitch of his predator’s cock as he unleashed spurt after spurt of fertile seed into him. 

The two male’s lay together for a short moment, locked together; the dragon’s knot preventing any of his semen from going anyway other than where it belonged. Perrier thought about how long it would take for this beast to stop stinking of him. Would any hen dare lay with him now? For that matter would any buck? Knowing he had been claimed by a dragon. 

This little bird was one of the best holes Perrier had ever had the pleasure of breeding and the spring mating season was a long way off. Perhaps it would be wise to make this gryphon a more permanent investment?  

With a grunt, he tugged at the knot still lodged in the gryphons hole, coaxing a few more squirts from both himself and his partner. A few tugs loosened his still semi-erect member, small rivulets of his seed dripping down to stain the base of the gryphons tail as he dismounted. 

“oh, I had a great time with you.” Perrier goaded, loosening his grip just a little. “But don’t think your allowed to leave just yet,”. The gryphon cocked his head up a little, just in time too see Perrier’s draconic member hover his chest. 

With that the drake let a huff of warm air as he sprayed his prey with his powerful scent, his musky urine spraying all over the sticky gryphon. The earthy stench bled into his absorbent down, making his weighing him down.  The drake’s masculine perfume was overpowering, blotting out all other scents around him. What other faint scent the gryphon carried was irrelevant, he belonged to the dragon now. 
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