This story contains M/F sex between a dragon and a gryphon, both consenting adults. <3

<div class="align-center"><b><u>The Lust of Legends</u></b></div>

"The great, mythical gryphon. Terror of the skies. Half eagle, half lion... more deadly than both a thousand times over."

Calithorn smirked, watching as the gryphon before him shuddered and crowed desperately. The once proud beast was helpless. Stricken not by the four iron manacles holding its clawed feet to the ground, nor the leather straps binding its wings to its sides, but by its own biology. Its desire, its need to breed.

"All that majesty and legendary repute. Reduced to a dragon lord's fuck-toy."

Reaching down to his crotch, the ruby scaled dragon caressed his jet black cock. He growled in pleasure, and muttered a few words of the ancient tongue under his breath. His eyes closed, lids fluttering in ecstasy, and a deeper, more guttural snarl escaped him as the already substantial length of his erection began to swell and grow. Before it stopped thickening and stretching, it added to its length by almost half again; well over a foot in length, every bit as much as a fully grown feral gryphon male would have had to offer its mate and then some. Holding his throbbing, already dripping shaft in both hands, Calithorn stepped forward. Closer to the crooning gryphon urgently waving its lifted tail and swollen, glistening rear end towards him.   

Despite its obvious need, the gryphon attempted to spin around upon the spot as Calithorn placed his taloned hands upon its golden furred hindquarters. It snapped and squawked loudly, but with a single roar of passionate dominance from the dragon, lowered its head and lifted its rear higher and more invitingly than before.

"That's it, my lady... you know what's good for you. You know that your master will treat you well."

Running his hands down the length of the beast's thighs, Calithorn found the perfect spot upon the gryphon's haunches to settle his grip. He clutched at the gryphon's legs and shuffled forward, his bare, clawed toes rattling against the rocky earth upon which they stood. His cock was rubbing up against the gryphon in seconds, teasing at the outer reaches of her freely-flowing, heat stricken pussy and oozing pre-cum over the large, beautifully firm nub of her clitoris. It only took a few strokes against that outermost flesh to draw a shrill screech from the gryphon, and produce several thick squirts of ejaculate that gushed out over the length of Calithorn's trembling cock. The orgasm which the gryphon had so obviously just experienced didn't seem to cause her needs to wane, though. If anything, in the climax's wake she seemed more agitated and needy than ever.

"Okay... okay, I know. Here it comes, sweetie. Here's master's treat for you."

With a protracted grunt of pleasure, Calithorn began to press his magically enhanced arousal into the gryphon's already slick passage. The dragon growled and the gryphon shrieked in pleasure as their bodies ground against one another, scales soon meeting soft fur as in a matter of seconds Calithorn drove himself to the hilt within the powerful winged beast.

"Oh, maker's name. How does creation know how to forge the perfect temptation for a man. A pussy both deep and tight, all a horny dragon lord could ever ask for."

Closing his eyes, the dragon began to rock back and forth upon his feet; pressing himself all the way into the gryphon's clutching internal embrace before drawing back, pulling some six or seven free, ready to plunge right back in again at a moment's notice. He huffed and growled in delight, but took it slow; keeping his thrusts measured and rhythmic despite the raucous caws, squawks and screeching cries escaping the gryphon. He could feel her heat, like an internal furnace seeking to boil his cock in her liberal volumes of fluid. Her depths squeezing, pulsing, milking him for seed that while not of stock capable of fertilising her eggs, was at least more than sufficient to extinguish her fiery urges. Calithorn could even feel her approaching her second almost consecutive peak; her pussy clamping down around him not only tighter, but more frequently with each restrained, purposeful thrust he delivered.

Another savage shriek of ecstasy echoed around the rocky plateau upon which the two creatures stood, and the gryphon shook violently from head to toe as her body was wracked by a powerful climax. Her juices gushed over the dragon's cock once again, and even as she squeezed and convulsed around him, she could feel him continuing to mate her with relentless focus.

"Mmm... that felt good. I bet I felt even better for you, my lady. How about another?"

The dragon reached down below his drooling cock and the gryphon's dripping pussy. He fumbled at the connection between their two bodies for a moment, before finally settling his hand upon its target. His feral partner's engorged, throbbing clitoris.

He squeezed it, rather firmly, between his thumb and the first two digits of that hand. 

The gryphon screeched in rapturous anguish, the pleasure almost too intense for even its powerful form to bear, and began to clutch and squirt and squirm around Calithorn's cock all over again.

Over and over again, through simple fucking and teasing assaults upon sweet spots that the gryphon's body could not resist, the dragon brought his feral companion to the brink of blissful oblivion and beyond. She thrashed and bucked within her restraints, tugging violently at her chains and fighting with all her strength to free her wings. It wasn't that she wanted to escape. This was undoubtedly the most intense and focused pleasure the creature had ever known. It was simply that being restrained, being held down like this, it felt to the gryphon as though her bondage was stopping her from experiencing all that each potent orgasm had to give. She couldn't kick, couldn't rear up and claw at the air. Couldn't take wing and soar up into the air, scattering her juices far and wide. She was trapped, earthbound, and with every fresh climax the gryphon was forced to endure even more pleasure that it simply couldn't process in its current state.

Calithorn meanwhile, advantaged as he was by not being in the same heat-stricken state as the gryphon, was breathing ragged, shallow breaths as he grunted and snarled his way through his partner's latest orgasm. He was close, there was no denying it, and much as he wanted to keep pushing the gryphon; to see how far he could take her into mindless ecstasy, the dragon was in no state to deny or even delay his own climax in the slightest.

At long last the dragon allowed himself to do what his body had been begging for since the very first time it felt the gryphon's juices rain down upon his cock. He let loose, and with a powerful roar that echoed off the rocks around them began to pound at his feral lover's pussy with all the speed and force he could summon. He snarled gleefully as he felt the gryphon cumming again, and heard her by now familiar cries of unbearably overwhelming pleasure. Again, and again. He could feel his own orgasm rushing towards him as he brought the gryphon over the edge twice more; feel his internalised, reptilian balls swelling with all the seed they had been saving up through all of those feminine peaks. His magically enhanced cock slurped its way in and out of the gryphon's tightly clutching, squeezing depths, the ground between his legs and his lover's hind-limbs soaked with rivulets and puddles of their combined arousal. 

"M-my lady! Maker's name... ohh y-yes. Here it comes. Cum with me, my lady. My queen! Taleria, please. Cum with me!"

Dragon and gryphon roared in combined, shared ecstasy as Calithorn flooded the gryphon's depths with an orgasm not just enhanced by his magic, but by the gryphon's own too. He came within her, his seed flooding Taleria's quivering inner workings not just once, not just twice over, but once for each and every orgasm that she had been granted by his passionate efforts. The gryphon shrieked in blissful relief, tossing its head and crowing to the sky as she felt herself being filled, bloated by all that glorious cum. She swore she could feel her stomach bulging. Her abdomen distending with the sheer volume of it as the dragon pumped her full faster than it could flow back out from between the tight seal of their two trembling bodies. 

Together they screamed. Together they sang to the heavens in enraptured ecstasy. The ground around them shook, and the air itself seemed to glow with ethereal energy as the two mythical beings poured their power and their love back and forth between them.

It ended in a flash. A literal, blinding flash of light as Calithorn staggered backwards, dropping to his knees, fatigued and spent, while Taleria collapsed onto all four of her own knees; beaked face huffing and gasping breathlessly as it rested against the spinning, reeling earth. 

The flash of light faded some seconds later, and Calithorn growled happily; crawling forward on all fours towards his lover. Towards Taleria.

He brushed the ion manacles aside, clearing enough space for him to lie down beside his mate, and settled on his side before her; their two spent, trembling bodies facing one another.

Calithorn looked his lover up and down. The gryphon's bipedal, winged body shaking from the exertion she had endured while in her transformed state. He smiled, leaned in close, and kissed her fondly on the side of her beak. 

She cooed happily, and nuzzled him back.

"Oh Cal. That was... it was incredible. <i>You</i> were incredible."

Her voice was faint. Every word a physical effort to put forth from her weary form. The dragon smiled as he heard that weariness clear as day, and gathered her up into his arms; wrapping his large, bat like wings around the both of them for comfort and tenderness.

"And you, my lady, were a beast. A majestic, gorgeous, powerful beast. I've never seen... never felt anything like it."

The gryphon blushed, clutching at her lover as tightly as her tired body would permit and running her hands over his smooth scales.

"Well, g-give me a day. Or maybe a week, to recover, and you can have your turn. I want to see it. To feel it. To have a chained, beastly fire-breathing dragon before me, lost in the throes of his need to rut. To have him mount me, m-mate me, and... o-<i>oh</i>, maker's name..."

Calithorn saw the look in his lover's eyes, and laughed in amazed disbelief.

"You're making yourself horny. After all that... all those orgasms, you've still turned yourself on."

The gryphon's already flushed face burned brighter red beneath her silky white plumage, and she nuzzled up against the dragon more intimately and playfully than before.

"No. <i>You</i> turned me on. And I... I want to... I want us to..."

Her eyes closed for a moment, then fluttered open again.

"To..."

Once more they closed. This time, they didn't re-open. 

The gryphon shuffled a little closer to her draconic lover, murmured happily, and started to snore.



By Jeeves