Gilda's Special Massage (Collab with Minion of Lulu)

>You arrive home from work after a tiring day.

>You see Gilda stretched out on your couch, napping.

>She's been squatting at your place for the past few days, generally treating you horribly and acting like a bitch.

>You didn't mind much though, you've always dreamed of having a griffon companion.

>And while this isn't the ideal situation, you won't look a gift horse (heh) in the mouth.

>You stand in the doorway to the living room, watching Gilda as she sleeps.

>She snores a little and rolls onto her stomach, stretching her wings.

>You notice several feathers out of place, and, not wanting her to wake up out of discomfort, you walk over, sitting on the edge of the couch and reaching out to fix them.

>The sleeping griffon murmers as you go about your task, causing you to freeze.

>She doesn't wake up however, so you resume your work.

>Soon enough, you are done preening her, but you feel like you haven't done enough, so you gently press your fingers against the base of her wings, working out the tension from the muscles.

>A soft moan escapes Gilda's beak as you apply more pressure, and expand your massage to the rest of her back.

>Gilda's hind leg begins to twitch as you kneed the tension in her wings away.

>It looks so cute, she's like your own kitten that enjoys being petted, if those even exist.

>Her heavy eyelids slowly rise as her predatory eyes take in her surroundings for any threats to her well being.

>Though all she sees is your mug hard at work trying to please her.

>"Dweeb? What are you doing?"

>Roll your eyes at the silly gryphon.

"Trying to make you more relaxed. You have a problem?"

>"I was relaxed before you interrupted my mid-day nap."

"Want me to stop then?"

>You begin to pull your hands away, but a talon reaches out and stops you from retreating."

>"I never said for you to stop...Dweeb."

>With a small smile, you place your hands back where they were, finishing what you started before moving them up to her shoulders.

>Gilda rests her head against the arm of the couch and groans when you work your way up to her neck, and her chest starts to vibrate with what you assume is purring.

>Huh, you never would have expected griffons to purr.

>Finishing with her neck, you slowly start to rub your way down Gilda's back, becoming more and more hesitant the closer you get to her flanks.

>However, that hesitation is dispelled when you hear a barely audible "don't stop.. dweeb" from the recipient of your ministrations.

>With newly aquired confidence, you dig your fingers into Gilda's flanks, and she gasps in pleasure.

>Her wicked looking claws extend from her rear paws as she stretches them out, and you glance at them nervously.

>"Don't worry dweeb, I'm not going to hurt you... Unless you stop.."

>The poorly veild threat behind her words spur you to be more bold, and you start to work on Gilda's powerful leoning thighs, causing her to purr louder.

>"Oh yeah.. That's just great... Now do my paws.."

>You watch as her claws retract, and comply with her request, pressing your thumbs against her pads.

>As you work, you become aware of a musky smell permeating the room, and Gilda seems to be panting slightly.

>"Lick them, dweeb."

>You lift your eyes from the griffon's paw to lock gazes with her.

"You can't be serious."

>You immediately regret the statement, as sharp pinpricks of pain register in your arm.

>Looking back down, you see claws pressed against you, applying just enough pressure to pierce the skin.

>"I'm dead serious."

>With more than a little reluctance, you slowly lower your head towards Gilda's paws, opening your mouth and extending your tongue to lick one.

>It's not as bad as you would have thought, and the reaction it triggers in the griffon is startling to say the least.

>A shiver runs through her entire body and she moans loudly, her front talons clenching tightly against the seat of the couch and tearing it open.

>"Mmmm...Y-yeah, just like that. Don't you stop or you're mincemeat...got it?"

>Not wanting to see that threat actually brought to fruition, you decide it's best to continue using your tongue on her paws.

>To think that you would ever end up licking some mythical creature's paws.

>But really, it wasn't all that bad.

>Her paws were clean...for the most part, and on top of that the floor was always mopped.

>There's little chance to get sick.

>As you worked your tongue over and between her soft pads, you can smell that musk becomng heavier.

>It's filling the room at a rapid pace, and it's overpowering your sinuses.

>For some unknown reason, you find yourself working harder to please this fine gryphon.

>A lick here, a light nibble there...

>All just to please Gilda.

>"You're doing good, peanut-brain."

>Her jabs at your intelligence doesn't bother you.

>In fact, you get even bolder by hoisting her leg higher, catching her off guard.

>"What the heck are you do...OH MAN! NOT THERE!!!"

>Your tongue snakes it's way in between her tiny toes.

>You make sure to get deep in there, wanting to clean her thoroughly.

>"D-Dweeb! Just keep going! Don't stop!"

>Her tongue hangs out from the corner of her mouth as she covers her face from her embarrassment.

>You guess she doesn't want you to see how much she's loving it.

>But her words and pants already tipped you off.

>You won't allow Gilda to have a break from your tender licking torture/pleasure.

>You continue your relentless assault on her paws, your tongue teasing every inch.

>You even lick the tips of her toes, risking the chance of aquiring a new tongue piercing.

>Gilda's moans are steadily getting louder, and you grin to yourself as you decide to try something even riskier.

>You relocate your ministrations to the inside of her legs, making your way up to her inner thighs.

>"W-what are you doing dweeb?"

>You pause momentarily, looking up over her rear to her face.

"Do you want me to stop now? Or should I keep going?"

>"D-don't stop."

>You smile even wider.

"Say please."

>Gilda gets a flustered look and shakes her head.

>"No.. No way, get bent dweeb!"

>Shrugging, you start to get up.

"Alright then, suit yourself."

>"Wait! No!... Please... Please don't stop."

>Without another word, you reassume your position between her rear legs and lower your head.

>Now that you know how bad she wants it though, you make sure to tease her even more, making her writhe and whimper.

>"M-more, please, more."

>Gilda's tail wraps lifts itself up and moves to the side, exposing herself to you.

>Your nose is once again assaulted by her powerful musk, but you just chuckle .

>You're going to make her beg for this.

>You move your head towards her opening, though instead of sticking your tongue in as Gilda desires, you tease the skin around it with little kisses and nibbles.

>Gilda whines and presses herself back against your face, but you simply move back along with her, intent on showing her that you aren't just her plaything.

>It doesn't take to long, however, for the griffon's patience to run out, and she wraps her tail around your neck, squeesing tightly.

>"Stop playing around dweeb, and give me what I want."

>You try to fight her strong, prehensile tail from choking the life out of you; however, it proves to be too much for you to handle.

"O-Okay...O-"

>You cough and hack a bit, trying not to succumb to the incoming darkness that's slowly closing in on your vision.

"Okay...I'll do it. Let go no...ow... Please Gilda."

>Her tail loosens it's tight grip and soon lets you free.

>Sweet, sweet air fills your lungs.

>Gilda looks back at you with that smug grin plastered on her regal, yet wild face.

>A heavy blush could be seen on her cheeks.

>"Good, you're finally learning."

>She raises up onto her legs and shows you a good view of her moist slit.

>The sex fluids slowly drip onto your couch, and the scent flowing from her tight sex makes it's way deep into your nose.

>It's intoxicating.

>"Clean me."

>With shakey hands, you reach out and place them on each cheek of her firm buttox.

>Apply a little force to part them to get a better look.

>"If you do a good job wih this, then maybe..."

>One of her lion paws reach back, carressing your engorged tool.

>Wince at the sudden pleasure building up in your loins that ache for attention.

>"I'll return the favor."

>You weren't even aware that through this whole experience teasing her paws and inner thighs that you have produced a boner.

>"Come on Dweeb, we don't have all day for petting. We both have an itch that needs scratching."

>Feel her paw apply more pressure onto your member.

>If you weren't experienced at this, you would have came right there, but that's not to say that you weren't feeling it.

"F-Fuck..."

>Sadly, her paw retreats back to position number one, with her hind legs spread apart on the couch.

>"I know you want it, so dyourself a favor and get to licking."

>You can't take it, and the longer you wait, the more sexually frustrated you'll become.

>Take in a deep breath and dive right in between her sweet cheeks and take your first taste of her juicy sex.

>"SQUAAAAAK!  OH YES!"

>Stifling a laugh at the undignified squawk, you press your tongue deep into Gilda's tight, wet hole.

>The griffon in question lets out s breathy "yesss" as you squeeze her rear and start applying every trick you've ever learned about cunnilingus.

>Her juices drip into your mouth as you work, and your dick twitches in your pants.

>She tastes like no girl you've ever eaten out back on earth.

>It's almost.. Spicy, and the more you taste and smell it, the more you want to pin Gilda down and start fucking her.

>You manage to retain a modicum of self control, however, and your efforts are quicky rewarded as Gilda's entire body tenses up.

>"Oh yes... Yes!... YESSS!!"

>Her tail once again tightens around your neck, and you bring your hands to your throat, clawing at her appendage and gasping for breath.

>It's no use, however, and you remain trapped as Gilda rides her orgasm to it's conclusion.

>When she finally collapses, panting hard, her tail releases its grip on you, and you fall off the couch, gasping for breath and thanking whatever god is listening that you're still alive.

>"Heheh, you okay dweeb? Maybe I should make it up to you.."

>Gilda reaches her back paw down to you, pressing it against your crotch.

>"Maybe you should lose the lame clothes first.."

>You quickly shed the entirety of your attire, sitting regaining your place on the couch as Gilda rolls over onto her back.

>You absentmindely note that you'll probably have to fix her feathers again, but the thought is driven out of your mind by the feel of her soft pads on either side of your cock.

>She looks at you seductively, and you lean back as she slowly strokes your shaft with her paws, smiling when you let out an involuntary moan.

>"You like that dweeb? Maybe there's more where that came from.."

>She quickly stretches out her toes and wraps them around your dick, pumping faster.

>You grit your teeth as you enjoy the sensations, holding out as best you can.

>You feel an almost animalistic need to take Gilda, and her pleasuring you is increasing that need exponentially.

>When you think you can take no more, Gilda releases your cock, spreading her legs wide.

>"Come on dweeb, lets see what you can do..."

>She strokes her moist slit with her talon.

>Her light moans carry a sweet ring in your ear.

>Your little guy twitches as you watch her work herself, teasing her own folds.

>Not sure whether she's actually trying to get off, or she's toying with you.

>She reaches out with her other sharp talon, making a "come hither" motion.

>"Come on, are you afraid of a little bird? Or does this not turn you on?"

>She slips a claw deep within her snatch.

>A quiet moan eminates through your living room.

>The sight is causing you to lose that self control.

>Why aren't you plowing this bitch.

>She's basically begging for it, yet you're being a wuss.

>No...no more!

"D-Damn it, Gilda!"

>Grab her talon in your grip and remove it from her sex.

>It makes a slurping sound as it exits.

>She must be ready for it, and you're going to give her the D.

>While laying it into her.

"You think you can call me names while I allow you to live here?"

>Lean over her and watch her eyes shrink in surprise at how forward you're being.

>Align your tip at her tight opening.

>"W-What are you doing, you Dweeb!"

"My name isn't Dweeb!"

>Pushing forward, you can feel how tight she really is.

>"Nnnmm..."

>Grunt as more and more of your girth enters her depths.

"My name is Anonymous!"

>"N-No...y-your still a d-Dw..."

"And I will make you remember my name. One way..."

>Decide that you weren't going to wait any longer and buck your hips.

>In one thrust, you spear the griffon's muff with your slick pole.

>"Oh...FUCK! So...big!"

"Or another."

>Without giving her a chance to reply, you begin pounding into Gilda's moist slit with a near animalistic fervor, intent on teaching her a lesson as well as taking as much pleasure as you can from this.

>Gilda whimpers in pleasure, struggling to gain the upper hand again, but a surge of adrenaline gives you the strength to pin her down beneath you.

>Her tight snatch clenches your cock harder than anything you've ever experienced before, and you're sure you won't be able to last long.

>It doesn't matter though, because you're enjoying every second of this.

>In your blind fervor, you bring your head down to Gilda's neck, biting down hard through her feathers.

>She cries out in pain, and struggles against your restraining hands.

>But the shuddering of her body, and the sudden vise like rip on your dick prove that her struggles are meaningless.

>She's enjoying this.

>Time to make sure she doesn't forget your name ever again.

>You redouble your efforts, thrusting into her as hard as you can, your hips making lewd slapping noises as they come into contact with hers.

>Releasing her neck from your teeth, you bring your face to within an inch of hers.

"Say my name Gilda."

>She screws her eyes shut in pleasure and shakes her head.

>"N-no way dweeb.."

>Her answer is met with a hard slap to her flank, causing her to cry out.

"Wrong answer. Say my name Gilda."

>Again she shakes her head. Again you slap her hard.

>Throughout this, you steadily feel your orgasm approaching.

>However, you see that Gilda is about to explode, her entire body quivering beneath you.

>You place both your hands on her flanks, providing leverage as you fuck her to the best of your ability.

"Say my name Gilda."

>Again, her entire body tenses up, and goes over the edge into orgasm.

>"ANONYMOUS! OH YES! HARDER! ANONYMOUSSS!"

>Her hips buck against yours and you feel your inevitable release approaching like a freight train.

 

 

Alex Ending:

 

>You let out a roar that would shame a dragon as you begin to pump Gilda full of your sperm.

>She simply lies back on the couch, small spasms coursing through her body as she continues moaning your name.

>You remove yourself from her tight hole, and you continue to spray your cum all over her body.

>Her stomach, her wings, her face.

>You even manage to get some on the floor before you finally finish.

>As you sit back, breathing heavily and enjoying the sight of the dominated griffon before you, you look down at the streaks on cum on the floor.

"Uh oh Gilda, it seems you didn't catch all of it... I guess you'll have to clean the floor."

>She lifts her head weakly, shooting you a venomous look, which would have been worrying if her face and beak weren't covered in your cum.

>"There's no way I'm doing that, dwe- Anonymous."

>You glare back at her, pointing down at the floor.

"I could always kick you out of the  house and deny you a repeat experience of today."

>Gilda 's eyes widen as she leaps off the couch and begins licking your semen off the hardwood floor.

>When she finishes that, she even scrapes as much as she can from herself with her claw, feeding it to herself.

>Once she finishes cleaning herself, she sits in front of you, an anxious look on her face.

>"Y-you aren't really gonna kick me out, are you dwe- Anonymous?"

>You pretend to consider for a minute, and you see the nervousness in her eyes.

>Eventually though, you smile, and reach out, swiping some of your cum she missed from the feathers on top of her head and holding it out in front of her beak.

>You hold your fingers in front of her beak, and she dutifully cleans them up.

"Of course I'm not going to kick you out Gilda, you're all mine, right?

>You see a flare of defiance in her eyes, lasting only a moment before disappearing to be replaced with a docile look.

>"Yes, Anonymous."

>You smile and pat the couch next to you, and she leaps up, lying down with her head in your naked lap.

>You smile as you scratch the back of her neck, making her purr once more.

>You've always wanted a pet griffon.

>And now you have one...

 

FIN

 

Lulu Ending:

 

>Her hind legs wrap around your waist.

>It's like she wants you to blow your load inside of her.

>"Oh...Oh Anonymous! More!"

>Her talons rake your bare back, to the point of drawing blood.

>But the pain is overshadowed by the lustful pleasure coursing though your body.

>The pressure builds in your groin as you hold back your impending release while keeping your hips in overdrive.

>"Giv-give it to me..."

"Gilda...it's coming!"

>"ANON!"

>Your floodgates bursts and you fill her tight cunny with your milky seed.

>Spurt after spurt enters into her.

>Her throaty groans are music to your ears.

>Her body stiffens up as she reach her peak.

>"GRRrrrrOUHLL!! Oh yes! I love it!"

>Her womb fills with your seed.

>To make it better, you can feel your mixture of semen and her gryphon juices pool underneath you.

>Slide out of her tight cunny, hearing the satisfying slurp from your juices.

>"S-So good..."

"Seems like you've finally learned who's the head of this house."

>"Yeah...but you forgot one thing."

>Her tail snakes upward to your throat without your knowledge.

>"I'm always on top."

>Her death grip returns once again.

>And she forces your face into her snatch.

>"Now...be a good little dweeb and lick me clean, okay Anon?"

>Give her your defiant stare, but she isn't swayed in the slightest.

>You have a stare-off, and you think you're winning.

>However, something in her eyes sent a shiver down your spine.

>"So, are you going to be a good boy?"

>Your gaze wavers, eventually giving out to this gryphon's sheer dominance.

>The passion and defiance in your eyes soften to obedience.

"Yes, Gilda..."

>Your tongue darts towards her messy snatch, licking up your own creame filling.

>"MMnnn yeah. That's the stuff."

>She reaches down to pet the top of your head.

>Hear her purr in satisfaction at your gifted tongue work.

>"You may be king of this house...but I'm your Queen."

 

END