The Royal Couple

Hidden behind a near impassable mountain range at the height of the world, surrounded on all sides by peaks and hills stretching out until they touched the skies and the clouds, an ancient city rested in deep silence for hundreds of years. The previous inhabitants of the city vanished without trace before the first written words had even been laid down, their visage or name never recorded in history, even their existence completely forgotten for millennia until the ancient city was once again discovered, still standing and proud though no one had set foot in it since its builders. Different cultures and people had come to all sorts of conclusions as to the disappearance and the nature of the city's previous inhabitants, some believing that they were some sort of gods and that the place was the gateway into heavens, while others simply thought that they were a group that slowly died off or migrated from the mountain tops due to changes in the region. Whatever the theories about the city, the place was quickly taken over and given new life soon after its rediscovery, now hosting a clan of gryphons who nested within the ancient and dusty halls of castles and churches, proudly patrolling and strutting around. Their conquest of the city was barely contested by anyone, since access and life at such an altitude would have been very difficult to anyone without the gift of flight, letting the clan settle down at a prime location right at the centre of the region, giving them a perfect home to launch raids and hunting parties from. The clan was led by a royal couple, a King and a Queen, the male lineage tracing right back to the first gryphons who had discovered the city and settled the clan in it. The clan always celebrated the day of the discovery with a yearly festival filled with parties and ceremonies, most of them directed at the royal couple, with the week-long festivities finally concluding with the most important and influential citizens of the city gifting the King and the Queen with all sorts of lavish presents. The gifts would range from gold, jewelers, exotic fragrances, silks, and other such luxuries, to some much more personal offerings: the gryphon clan's culture was rather open about sexuality and the carnal joys of life when compared to some of the other cultures near the same area, so the gifts were often meant to bring the royal couple a more intimate form of pleasure rather than just some pretty and valuable trinkets. 

Deep beneath the stone roads running across the ancient city, a feral dragon by the name of Gautvin was lying on the floor of a dungeon, slowly stirring awake, his emerald green scales still bright and glimmering like a jewel, not yet dimmed with age. He lifted up his head from the cold and hard ground, groaning quietly as he blinked and pushed off of the floor, wanting to stretch his legs and his wings a little. Managing to only get a handful of inches off of the ground, thick chains anchored deep into the walls and wrapped around all of his limbs immediately yanked him right back to the ground with a thud, the rattle of the iron chains covering his annoyed grunt. His wings had been tied against his back with a sturdy piece of rope running all the way around his belly, making sure that he couldn't even open them up. The only part of Gautvin that hadn't been tied down was his tail, his claws leaving scratches on the stone tiles beneath him as he slapped the floor with it in annoyance, shouting off into the darkness that surrounded his tiny cell, only a single candle set out next to him, 
"Hey! Anyone?! Are you going to just leave me to rot in here?" 
The dragon listened for a reply for a minute before sighing and laying his chin back down, closing his eyes and muttering a few curses under his breath. He had been flying near the mountains and had stopped to have a drink at a small spring, being new enough to the area that he didn't know just how territorial its residents were. Before he'd had a chance to take more than a few sips, a group of gryphons dove down right on top of him, quickly wrestling him to the ground and tying him up with rope. He was hauled into the ancient city and tossed right into the dungeon without anyone even bothering to say a word to him, leaving him to wonder what exactly the purpose of his incarceration even was. He shuffled around on the floor in discomfort, perking up as he finally heard a door opening in the distance, poking his head between the bars to see a gryphon approaching him, 
"Hey, you! Why am I here? What did I do" 
The gryphon didn't answer the young dragon, simply setting down the basket he had in his beak and shoving it right up to the bars of the cell, ignoring the captive's questions and requests, 
"Didn't you hear me, why am I here!?"
The reptile noticed the guard nodding towards the basket, pushing the top off with his nose to see it filled with food, loaves of bread sitting next to salted meats and even a few fresh vegetables. Surprised at how well his captors seemed to be feeding him, he quickly snatched the basket into his cell and began munching on the offerings, feeling a slight pinching in his bladder as the drink he'd had right before the ambush sloshed around inside of him, 
"Hey… can you get me a chamber pot, please? There's… there's nothing here to do my business in!" 
The gryphon turned around without a word, leaving the way he had come as the slightly desperate shouts of the dragon echoed across the dark cells. 

Trying to ignore the slight pinching in his bladder, Gautvin munched on the rest of his gift, gulping it quickly down as he still wondered about the odd imprisonment: what sort of a captor would stick you in a tiny cell and chain you onto the walls while simultaneously feeding you a rather lavish meal. Whether he understood the purpose of his capture or not, he was still happy to receive the food, both because it calmed his grumbling belly as well as because it pointed towards the gryphons wanting to keep him alive for the time being at least. Laying back down to digest his meal and wait for whatever fate had in store for him, the dragon's issues with his bladder became worse and worse as the hours rolled on. The constant niggling in the back of his mind forced him to pay more attention to his need to go number one, which in turn only amplified the feeling. Being a proud and headstrong little dragon, he didn't want to just release his bladder when he was chained up and forced to lie down, the thought of humiliating himself by bathing in his own piss to the amusement of his jailors infuriating him nearly as much as the kidnapping itself. Gripping the bars of his cell and grinding his teeth together, he bared the torture of having to hold it in for hours only for the meal he had eaten to become a problem as well, his gut having had a rather bad disagreement with something that he had ate. Clenching his asshole shut and pushing his tail between his legs to keep his foul load inside, Gautvin groaned and moaned in the dark, dreading the rumbling in his belly that seemed to take over him every few minutes. Desperate to at least release a tiny bit of the pressure, he inched his tail up a few inches and gave the gentlest push that he could, a loud fart shaking the room and nearly blowing out the singular candle that had been given to him. His immense relief was quickly followed by a disgusted grimace as he was forced to huff his own gas, stuck in the tight space with no windows to ease his suffering. He flailed his tail around to try to blow the cloud away, only managing to waft his flatulence all over the room and guarantee that he couldn't escape it no matter how he tried to plug up his nose, his coughing nearly causing him to lose control as a small trickle of urine leaked from his genital slit and splashed his crotch, soaking into his scales as he whimpered and fought desperately to hold back the flood. 

Losing track of time as he struggled to keep both his belly and his bladder under control, breathing in his musk with every breath, Gautvin finally heard someone approaching his cell once more, the same guard who had given him his meal walking down the dark hallway with a set of keys. The gryphon opened up the door and began unlocking the dragon's chains one by one, keeping his wings still bound as a rein was slipped over his head, forced to follow the guard like a horse. The aching in his legs after being chained up for such a long time and the pressure in his lower half stopped the young reptile from doing anything to fight back against his captor, forced only to growl and huff angrily as he was led out of the dark and damp dungeon, ascending up a winding path until he could finally get a breath of fresh air, the bright light of the sun blinding him momentarily as he walked towards the end of the tunnel, quietly whining and holding his back legs together to keep the dam from breaking. Stepping out and squinting to see in the brightness, Gautvin saw a group of feathered males sporting the same sort of basic armour as his guard was wearing, and one gryphon who seemed to be the leader of the group, dressed in much more fancy civilian clothes, very akin to the duds that he'd seen wealthy traders all around the area wear, a large feather of some exotic bird adorning the merchant's cap. The leader quickly studied the dragon, slowly walking around him while humming and looking him up and down, finally stopping in front of the guard and giving a pleased nod, 
"Yes, he'll do excellently, this ought to top the gift of that annoying little meathead from the army~" 
"Excuse me, I'll do for what? I haven't been told why I've been imprisoned, nor what my fate is to be, and I demand an answer to both!" 
The merchant simply gave Gautvin a smirk, flapping and stretching his wings as if to mock how the scaled feral's pair were tied up, 
"Oh, you'll get a private audience with our King and our Queen. A true honour to anyone, especially an outsider such as yourself, so I hope you'll be at your best behaviour during it~" 

Grabbing the dragon's leash and slipping it into his beak, the merchant began marching up a long street running through the middle of the town, a crowd of gryphons watching the show from the sides of the road, a few flying overhead. Every time that Gautvin attempted to stop or struggle against his captor's orders, he was set straight with a hard tug on his reins, drawing a soft whimper from him every time as he tried not to piss or soil himself in front of the large crowd, not wanting to make the situation even more humiliating than it already was. He thought that he'd just play along with the silly little games he was being put through, hoping that he'd be let go in the end or at least have the feathered ferals lose interest in him for long enough for him to slip out and make his escape. The crowds of onlookers thinned out the nearer the pair were getting to a large cathedral right in the centre of the ancient city, at first consisting nearly entirely of what seemed like commoners and slowly changing into rows of the most influential and rich residents, their piercing gazes and mocking looks getting the young dragon to hurry along. Trotting up the large staircase into the cathedral, he was led through a dusty hall that didn't seem to have seen very frequent use, a gold-decorated door finally leading the duo into a courtyard in the centre of the building. The sides of the courtyard were lined with gigantic trees and overgrown vines, the signs of natural life being a rarity amongst the monolithic and grey stone buildings of the mountaintop city. One end of the courtyard seemed to have some modifications done by the gryphons, a lavish pair of seats sitting in the middle like two thrones, a wooden frame holding a silk curtain overhead to give the seats some shade and cover from the sun. Sitting on them were two gryphons, meticulously pruned and glowing with pride, one male and one female, the dragon deducing that they were the King and the Queen that he had heard about previously. The King was bigger than Gautvin by about a third, a disarming kindness in his eyes that made the captive feel much safer though also slightly hesitant, as if there was something hiding just beneath the surface of his warmth. The woman by her side made much less of an effort to seem inviting, a wicked grin on her face as she followed the dragon's every step, her tail slowly slithering in the air as she lounged on her seat. She was more supple than her muscular and stout partner, but still stood well above the scaled prisoner, her eyes locked on Gautvin as she motioned at the merchant, 
"Well well, what have you brought us this year~?" 
"Madam, your highness. May I present to you my deepest gratefulness for another year of bountiful pleasures. I hope that my gift might give you both the same."
The trader bowed graciously before taking off the dragon's reins and stepping back out of the courtyard, leaving his gift all alone with the royal couple. 

Unnerved under the watchful eyes of the gryphons, Gautvin tried his best to appear as calm and noble as he could, his lowered tail betraying his true feelings. Staying quiet and simply studying him from a distance, the pair stared him down until he finally flinched, lowering his head with a slight grimace as he sat down and pushed his back legs together, his bladder and gut demanding a visit to an outhouse. With their gift giving up on the staredown, the royal couple finally stood up from their seats, the male opening up his wings to appear as big as he could, easily dwarfing the green dragon, 
"My name is Drest, and this is my lovely wife Eithne. Welcome to our court~" 
With a slight shakiness in his voice, Gautvin tried to give a slight bow as he cleared his throat, 
"T… thank you for… your hospitality. If I may… could I just have a visit to a… a chamber pot?" 
Eithne hopped forwards and came face to face with the male, pushing her face forward as he stepped back, her devious eyes staring right into his soul as she smirked, 
"You ask to leave our presence, before you have even told us your name? Before we've had a chance to even exchange words? You're not very educated on the proper way to behave in a royal court it seems, or I certainly hope so, because such insolent behaviour from someone who knew what they were doing would surely be rewarded with a swift punishment. So, do you truly wish to leave and use a chamber pot~?"
Gulping, the scaled feral shook his head, 
"N.. no, of course not, madam. I apologise, madam. M… my name is Gautvin, madam." 
"Gautvin…" 
He wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or even more anxious as the gryphon stepped to his side, circling around him like a bird of prey, studying every inch of him from up close as she giggled, 
"Such a silly name… feels wrong in my mouth, I suppose it fits better in the muzzles of your kind."
The Queen suddenly pushed her beak underneath his tail, startling Gautvin and getting him to yelp softly, very nearly causing him to lose concentration and release the waste that was brewing deep within him. The woman took a sniff of his wet genital slit, glancing back at his husband with a smirk, 
"This one also has much to learn about grooming it seems, or maybe the poor thing is still young enough that he hasn't yet learned how to not wet himself in his sleep~"
Flustered and embarrassed, he tried to explain himself while treading carefully, hoping not to offend the two royals, 
"That's… I was held by the man who delivered me to you and he wouldn't… wouldn't allow me to… take care of my business!"
The gryphons chuckled at him, only causing the red tint on his face to grow deeper. 

Eithne stepped back out from behind the dragon, deliberately shifting her tail just a few inches to give him a flash of her exposed flank as she walked next to her husband, a tiny hint of pink peeking at him from underneath her fur as she leaned in to whisper something to the larger gryphon. Gautvin did his best to keep his eyes to himself, staring straight ahead as her backside gently swayed from side to side, almost daring him to give her goods a look. Drest listened to her wife's suggestions with closed eyes and an amused smile, finally nodding and walking right past the prisoner in his court, seemingly repeating what the female had just done and taking a closer look at the scaled specimen. Once he was behind Gautvin however, he suddenly threw his front legs up on top of the dragon, using his overwhelming size and weight to pin the male against the ground, smirking as the reptile groaned, 
"H… hey! What are you doing?!" 
Gautvin looked over his back to see the King completely erect, the hybrid's shaft poking out of the gryphon's sheath and quivering in the air, the inviting look in the royal's eyes having turned into devilish playfulness, 
"I'm taking the gift that one of my loyal subjects has given me, of course~" 
"N… no, get off!" 
Gautvin tried to crawl out from underneath the gryphon and kick the male off of him, managing only to make Drest laugh as the King leaned heavier against his back, 
"Yes, keep fighting, it'll only make this much more fun~" 
The gryphon slid his tip to the dragon's pucker, pushing inside with only his own precum as lubrication, the girth of his cock making for a rather painful first time experience for the prisoner. Gautvin dug his claws into the ground and grit his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought to not yell out loud, not wanting to give the perverted royals the satisfaction of that. With his front half pushed down against the dirt, his back legs spread open, his tail resting against Drest's chest as the gryphon slammed into his tailhole, the shaft inside of him pushing against his bladder, increasing the agony of having to hold it down. 

Grunting and groaning as the larger male drilled into his asshole, Gautvin kept his head low against the ground and tried to shake the King off of his back, stopping as he felt the gryphon's sharp claws pressing against his side, just barely etching a few stripes into his tough scales. Eithne laid down in front of the dragon, pushing her beak right alongside his muzzle and purring in joy, nuzzling him as she whispered with her voice dripping with sensuality, 
"Do you like the feel of my husband inside of you~? He's a truly insatiable stud, he takes me every morning and every night, often at least once during the daytime as well. He's a rather well-endowed man, isn't he? Certainly the biggest I've ever had, and I'm guessing also the biggest that you've had as well~"
She giggled before peeking underneath the whimpering dragon's belly, running her eyes along his slender form before arriving at his genital slit, the slight dampness from his previous accident in the cells still clinging to his lips, showing no sign of an erection. The Queen's expression changed to a disappointed scowl, her eyebrows furrowed as she slipped back out from underneath the male, shaking her head and sighing, 
"You're not getting excited from my husband's generous gift? I will just have to fix that, I suppose~" 
Crawling underneath the prisoner's back legs and gently sliding her fingers along the inner lips of his genital slit, Eithne pushed her beak inside and prodded around with her tongue until she found the rod hidden deep within, giggling as she felt it gently stirring and starting to grow with every stroke of her tongue, slowly coaxing the length out as he huffed. Drest watched his wife's flank as she explored their new plaything, giving her ass a squeeze and running his fingers over her mound while his body crashed against the dragon's backside again and again, the tight hole hugging his shaft's curves. He could see her hands moving up and down, noticing the younger male's much more shy look, grinning at the knowledge of Gautvin getting hard while he was pounding away at the dragon's hole. Hilting himself in the ass, he sprayed his load with a satisfied and smug moan, making sure to exaggerate it enough that the captive underneath him couldn't miss it. 

Eithne felt the other gryphon giving her a pat on the ass, poking her head out from underneath the dragon to see her husband nodding towards their seats with a grin on his face, still buried up to his balls in the tailhole. She immediately knew what he was after, trotting over to the small canopy and searching around in the pile of gifts given to the royal couple by their other subjects earlier on the day. Finding what she was looking for, the female tucked it underneath one of her wings to keep it hidden from the dragon as she walked back to Drest, grabbing a large golden sculpture of an egg and handing it over to him. He took the donation by its base, hovering it right over the tailhole as he slowly began pulling out until only his tip remained within, quickly yanking it out and pushing the egg against the gaping opening before even a drop of his seed leaked out. Gautvin hissed as he felt the makeshift plug pulling his pucker even wider apart than the King's cock, holding his breath until it finally slipped inside and let him have a moment to breathe, panting as his own shaft quivered in the hands of the Queen. Drest let his girth lay against the dragon's back for a while before sauntering to the male's front, grinning down at the puffing and frowning prisoner before suddenly turning around and lifting up his tail. Gautvin stared at the gryphon's pink tailhole for a few seconds in confusion, about to inquire what the King was up to when he received a very abrupt answer, the noble's flank slamming against his muzzle. Having snuck up on him, Eithne pounced onto his neck to keep his head down and pinned against the large hybrid's asshole, his nose squeezing inside of the hole. His first breath filled his lungs with the rank smell of heavy musk, the air thick with sweat both stale and fresh from the fucking he has just been given as well as the session that the royal couple had had earlier on during the day. Groaning in disgust and coughing as he desperately tried to pull his nose away from the damp hole, Drest looked back at the young feral, giving him a mocking wink, 
"Do you enjoy my perfume? I decided not to have my daily bath in the springs today just in case I needed to entertain some guests, I hope you're grateful for my consideration~" 
The dragon felt a slight rumble against his nostrils as the feathered male moaned, the fetid smell of the royal's bowels cutting through the stench of the sweat, a few flecks of dried scat blowing across his face as the fart made him hold his breath. 

The gryphon King hummed softly as he rubbed his tailhole up and down Gautvin's nose, revelling in the tiny gasps and puffs of air that tickled his pucker as the dragon was forced to inhale his masculine scent, his cock flicking beads of cum all over the scaled feral's face as he pushed himself further back. Eithne watched in glee as her husband's smell choked up Gautvin, laying down onto his neck and slowly grinding her nethers against his hide as she peeked underneath his belly, let down to see him getting soft once more, refusing to stay rigid as soon as she wasn't there to service him with her claws and maw,
"You truly are an ungrateful little beast. How much must we give you until you'll entertain us? Move aside, dear husband~!" 
She stood up and shoved Drest off of the dragon's snout, letting him finally breathe free in relief, feeling slightly lightheaded from the strong musk that still clung to his nostrils. He wasn't left alone for long however, as the Queen immediately rolled him onto his back, manhandling him with ease though she was much more lithe than her husband, walking over his head before sitting down on top of his face with a smirk on her beak. She pushed her pussy right against the male's muzzle, forcing his mouth open as she let out a happy chirp, rocking her body back and forth to work his snout deeper inside of her, 
"I'm sure that this will do the trick, I've yet to see a male who could resist my delicacies~" 
Mumbling and moaning, Gautvin's eyes rolled back as he was smothered underneath the gryphon's cunt, letting his tongue roll out inside of her as his front legs grabbed onto her flank. Her scent was much more delicate and subtle when compared to Drest's, still very obviously sweaty but not stinging his lungs quite as much, though the gryphon male's perspiration clung to her fur from their earlier breeding. An undertone of musk wasn't the only thing that her husband had left her with however, Gautvin's grip on her flank tightening as his tongue encountered something sticky and salty deep within her folds, her muscles relaxing as she let out a sigh and released a squirt of cum into his maw, gently stroking his belly while forcing him to drink down her creamy filling, 
"I've kept my husband's seed inside of me the entire day, still nice and warm~" 
The dragon gagged slightly as the load poured down his throat, unable to stop neither it nor the reaction his body was having to the cunnilingus, his shaft standing pointing right up towards the skies as she rode his mouth. Drest quickly fetched another gift that the royal couple had received, snatching a hoop made from soft rope and laying down on top of the other male with it in his beak, slipping it over the very base of the reptile cock before tightening it up, making sure that their plaything would stay nice and hard for as long as they wanted. 

Eithne giggled at the sight of the dragon's member flopping around as she shoved his tongue deeper inside of her stuffed pussy, cooing to her husband as she unfurled her wings, 
"How about you give our brave little guest a little treat and set your flank down on his rod~?" 
Drest scoffed and gave the stiff shaft a flick with his beak, dismissing the idea, 
"I'm not going to take it up the ass, especially not from a lowlife like him."
"Oh, don't be so hasty, my sweetheart. What if…" 
She leaned forwards and pulled the male close, whispering so that the dragon between her back legs couldn't hear a word they were saying, her thighs pressed tight against his ears and his muzzle plunged deep into her mound. After a few seconds of quiet conversation, the royal couple nodded with sly smiles, getting Drest to hop on top of the scaled beast, facing his wife as he spread his back legs and lowered his backside down against the younger male's cock, reaching below his belly to guide the tip to his tailhole. With his face still buried beneath the musky flank of the Queen, Gautvin had no idea what was going on, able only to feel his cock being fondled and felt up before suddenly being shoved up the King's ass, his back legs twitching and kicking at the air as his tail curled around itself. He moaned against Eithne's pussy as the incredibly tight hole sunk all the way down to the ring keeping him hard, Drest's backside barely ever having anything larger than a finger or a tongue inside of it. With the shaft lodged deep in the gryphon's belly, Drest began slamming himself up and down the length, throwing his whole weight around as he panted with a slightly discontented look on his beak, his annoyed expression making his wife giggle as the pair both rode the feral dragon,
"Don't look so sour, sweetheart. I'll make sure it'll all be more than worth it in the end~" 
The royal couple embraced one another, kissing while humping themselves against the reptile below them, gently chirping as they nuzzled and made out. The King's movements were pushing Gautvin down against the ground, forcing his hind down and squeezing the golden egg further up his tailhole with every crash, making him whimper from the amount of stimuli he was receiving from all angles, some that he loved and some that he hated. 

Drest's stomach rumbled in a foreboding tone as he continued riding the stiff girth below him, the wet slaps of his hole smacking down onto the shaft slowly changing with a sloppy and squishy undertone. He closed his eyes and fully relaxed his bowels while flexing his back, moaning as a soft log slid down and almost engulfed the entire length of the dragon's dick, his own member twitching as a tiny bit of his mud squeezed out from between his hole and the cock, smearing a smudge of brown onto the green scales as he wriggled his flank around. The gryphon slowly rose up, letting the pole slide out until only the tip of it still pulled his cheeks apart, showing off to Eithne how nearly every inch of the pink flesh was hidden underneath a layer of his shit, buried inside of a huge log. He sat back down on the cock with a small shudder, letting it churn the feces inside of his tailhole as the shit smeared across his backside, shoving some of the mess back up inside of him as if it were an extension of the reptile's manhood. Gautvin had no idea of what was being done to him, and on him, only realising that something odd was going on when he felt the King's hole somehow suddenly getting more lubricated mid-stroke, his eyes going wide from horror as the stench of the gryphon's antics hit him, making him gag while still maw-deep in the other half of the royal couple. Eithne rose up off of her seat's face just enough to give him a little peek at the brown sludge coating most of his crotch, gently pawing at her clit as she laughed at his horrified look, 
"Is this not to your liking? Perhaps you'd prefer a nice, hot drink instead~?"
Spreading her lips while his tongue was still inside of her folds, the Queen sighed before a spray of her piss shot backwards in an arc, splattering all over the middle of Gautvin's face, making him flinch and try to turn away. The perverted monarch squished his head between her legs and buried him deeper inside of her as she emptied her bladder, a good amount of the bitter and musky liquid trickling down into his open mouth, gushing up like a fountain as he coughed and sputtered, forced to drink up the steaming hot golden nectar if he wanted to take a breath of air, though even that wasn't exactly fresh on account of her husband fertilising the soil beneath the trio. 

Drest plunged his tailhole as last night's dinner oozed down the reptile's shaft, his own cock slapping against the dragon's belly every time he sat down, leaving streaks of precum all over the green scales. He felt the girth inside of him throbbing and twitching harder and harder as he puffed, grimacing slightly as he quickly pulled off of the dick, hovering over it and shaking his lower half to let the excess shit still clinging to his fur drip off, 
"I may have agreed to let him have a taste of my backside, but I am certainly not willing to let another male shoot his seed inside of me."
Eithne smirked and let out a quiet moan as she squeezed off the last few drops of her piss, hearing the young male underneath her gurgling down her drink as she rubbed her slit clean on his muzzle, 
"I suppose that's good enough~" 
The King pushed his head against his wife's chest and gently nudged her off of the dragon before turning around and lifting up his tail, hovering his soiled and smeared flank right over the dazed male, his stomach rumbling like a thunderstorm, making it clear that he still had a whole lot more in store than what he had already let out all over the scaled prisoner's crotch, 
"Now, you'll pay me back twofold for what I've already done for you. I hope my beautiful wife's drink quenched you enough for a full meal~" 
Still coughing up the female's piss and trying to get the musky taste out of his mouth, Gautvin yelled out in protest right before the King's hunches plopped down on top of his face, trapping his muzzle in between the two grimy buns. The gryphon grinned and grinded his ass against the dragon's nose, painting the whole snout brown as chunks of his shit squished down into the scales, Eithne reaching down and giving him a helping hand to try to coax their plaything to open up, 
"Open up wide, the twelve-course meal I had yesterday is in a hurry to get out, and I don't intend on wasting it by just spilling it all over the ground~!" 
Refusing to crack open his pursed lips, Gautvin whined and waited until the gryphon's ass was lifted up slightly until he yanked his head up and out from underneath the stinking pile, gasping and trying not to let his dinner come up as he begged, 
"Please, do not do this to me! Anything but this, I beg of you!" 
Drest seemed pensive, clicking his beak in deep thought as a perverted smile crept onto his face, hovering his dirty hole right over the dragon's nose before finally cocking his head,
"Anything? Anything at all, you say~?" 
"Yes, please, just don't force me to… to do this!" 
"I may have another opportunity in mind, another way for you to repay me~" 

Gautvin stared up at the grinning gryphon in silence, expecting to hear the specifics of the proposal, bursting into frantic stuttering as the King's looming tailhole inched closer to him to draw an agreement from him, 
"Sure, yes, I accept! Whatever it is, it can't be worse than this, please!" 
Drest laughed and stood up, much to the dragon's relief, walking over to the younger male's messy crotch and laying down on his belly, beckoning for his wife to come over, 
"Join me, and take a squat down here~" 
Eithne trotted over to her husband, smirking as she took her place right at the end of the reptile, lifting her tail up onto her back as she squatted, her mound glistening from a mixture of saliva and urine. Drest guided her tailhole right over the dragon's crotch before gently prying Gautvin's genital slit further open, pushing the already soiled shaft off to the side and hooking a finger inside to part the opening wide, giving the Queen a nod as he licked his lips. Gautvin stared down in disbelief as the gryphon royalty moaned and pushed, a few crackling farts signalling the start of the show before a solid lump of shit rolled out from her asshole, landing right inside of his slit. The first piece was quickly followed by a deluge of softer and mushier scat, flowing from her hole and filling up the small pocket until it was completely topped up, the King's claws helping to pack the foul mud in tighter and to shovel in any of it that missed the mark, the heavy stench in the air only growing worse and worse with every loud squelch as Eithne groaned in relief. Feeling the warm and soft shit building up around his cock, the dragon wriggled around uncomfortably, too afraid of what his punishment might be to try to stop the foul act, trying to hold his breath and breath through his mouth as much as possible, his whole face still painted brown as if he had fallen head-first into a pile of cow dung. 

With the dragon's slit packed full of shit, Eithne backed off and let Drest mount the scaled male once more, his cock aimed at the stuffed sheath this time around, his tip easily sinking into the reeking sludge, the first thrust causing some of the shit to squirt and overflow out, squishing between the two males as he bottomed out. Gautvin bit his lip and moaned softly, unsure of whether he hated or loved the feeling of the rock hard shaft embedded inside of his filled slit, the stench of the slimy excrement still pushing him to his limits while at the same time his own dick massaged against the soft underbelly of the gryphon. Drest stayed hilted in the dragon, just barely moving his hips around and digging a channel in the pile of shit, forming a perfect hole for him to enjoy, feeling it compress and squish around as the precum pouring from his tip mixed into the scat. While her husband got started on their guest's genital slit, Eithne slipped back to their thrones to collect another gift given to the royal couple, making use of the dragon's distracted state to attach a belt around her own waist. The belt had a glass rod attached to it, moulded and shaped to resemble the King's manhood, the toy nearly dragging on the ground as she walked back behind the reptile, giving the other gryphon a peck on the flank, 
"Roll him around, would you. I'll take care of the other side~" 
Drest wrapped his legs around Gautvin before throwing his weight to the side, rolling onto his back and getting the young scalie on top of him, the thick batter oozing down onto his cock from the slit as he continued his thrusting. Gautvin looked back to see Eithne mounting him with the glass dildo pushed against his tailhole, her gleaming eyes staring right into his as she crammed it inside, causing him to flinch and finally lose control of both his bladder and his bowels, the final shreds of his dignity falling apart as he howled. A loud hissing pierced through the cacophony of other sounds as his rod sprayed piss all over the King's chest and belly, the toy piercing his asshole almost pushed out by the pressure of his feces as the sloppy mess emerged and squeezed out from underneath it, falling onto the larger gryphon in thick globs. Drest felt the warmth of both the piss and the shit streaming down onto him, hugging the dragon harder as he and his wife both penetrated Gautvin while the scaled feral screamed and struggled against them both, his cock finally twitching and releasing his load deep inside of the genital slit while the dragon came from the glass toy battering the prostate, his continued pounding thoroughly mixing and churning his seed and the waste inside into a creamy concoction that dripped down with every buck, both of the males' lower halves almost entirely hidden underneath a thick layer of filth. 

Eithne pulled out from the dragon and stepped off of his back, letting her husband toss him to the side, Gautvin's aching and grimy body twitching as he whimpered weakly, still reeling from being double-teamed. Lying on his back with his eyes closed, he noticed the stench suddenly growing even worse, peeking with one eye to see the King's tailhole aimed right at his face again, Drest's maniacal look making him plead with exhaustion, 
"Please… you… you promised…" 
"I lied~" 
"Pl-" 
The dragon's begging was cut off as the gryphon shoved his pucker back and right up to Gautvin's lips before pushing hard, his asshole stretching open as the load he had been saving up promptly shot out and slid right down the throat of the prisoner, filling the maw with his foul waste. Gautvin immediately gagged and would've thrown up the pile of shit if the force of the expelled mush didn't ram it right back down his gullet as soon as it tried to come back up, the gryphon's heavy meal gushing out in one big flow that seemed to go on forever, his muzzle trapped between the royal's ass cheeks to stop him from moving his head more than a few inches. 

Pinned against the ground, Gautvin was forced to swallow down mouthful after mouthful of the male gryphon's shit as the Queen strolled up to him, laying down and nuzzling right against his head, curling around him until the toy still strapped to her waist rested against his cheek, still coated and slick with his own fresh mud. After several minutes of getting the scat shoved down his throat, the deluge finally began dying down as Drest groaned quietly, the stream of shit changing mostly into gas as the last few chunks were squirted into his maw. The dragon was about to spit everything out as soon as the King lifted up off of his face, his plans stopped by Eithne's claw wrapping around his muzzle and clamping it shut, demanding that he swallow it down no matter how much he moaned and shook his head, 
"Be a good little boy and finish your meal~" 
With tears in his eyes, he forced the last few disgusting and sloppy piles into his belly, his whole body shivering from repulsion as he did his best to ignore the ungodly taste in his maw, immediately coughing and clawing at his tongue to get the remains out as soon as she let go of his snout. Drest laughed and wiped his messy asshole on the dragon's chest, nearly all parts of the prisoner's body covered in streaks and blotches of the gryphons' shit as he leaned in to kiss his wife over the gagging and puking Gautvin, pulling the smaller male in on the embrace as he whispered in a sultry tone, 
"I think I like our new gift the most. I say we keep him for a little bit longer than the last one~"