Party Preparations

Gautvin opened his eyes, his dreams of flying freely in the blue skies quickly shattered by the all too familiar sight of his dank dungeon, giving a low, frustrated growl as he slowly pushed himself up to his feet, the dragon's tail slapping against the cold stone floor of his cell. For over a month already, he'd been locked up under the care of the royal couple of the gryphons, undergoing the very unusual torture and teasing that the King and Queen seemed to love so much on nearly a daily basis. At least, Gautvin guessed that he'd been their prisoner for over a month, he spent most of his time cooped up underneath the impressive structures on the surface of the mountain, his dungeon buried deep down into the depths of the ancient city, the lack of windows or any other sort of natural light making him lose track of time entirely. The male stretched his legs and wings, having to constantly shuffle around to not bump up against the walls, tired of being locked up in the cramped dungeon, though the constrained space wasn't even the worst part of his cell. Gautvin glanced over at the very corner of the room, giving a disgusted grimace at the sight of his chamberpot, if it could even be called that. The pot was set into a hole dug into the stone floor, but it was only as big as the dragon's head, very quickly filling up and overflowing even after just a few days. And the young dragon's captors didn't bother with emptying it out more than once a week, and even then he had to do all of the work while the guards just watched him scooping it all up to dump the waste down the side of the mountain. 

Though his living conditions were abysmal, the male still preferred staying locked up with a mound of his own waste building up in the corner of his cell rather than the alternative of being let out, as the only time he was allowed out of the dungeon was for his visits to the court of the King and Queen, something that he always dreaded. The perverted pair would make Gautvin perform the most humiliating of acts to them, forcing him to pleasure them while they copulated, forcing him to lick them both clean afterwards, or simply squatting on his face and releasing whatever they had brewing inside of them into his maw. It had gotten so bad that the dragon's entire diet consisted of nothing except the gryphons' droppings, urine, and the cum of both Drest and Eithne. Even worse, the royals' torture of the captured young dragon didn't end with just forcing him to swallow down whatever they stuffed down his muzzle, but they also loved to torment him sexually as well. The Queen especially seemed to adore teasing and edging Gautvin, often for hours on end, swaying her flank and flashing her dripping wet pussy right at his face, letting him smell and taste her as she stroked at his stiffening manhood with the tip of her tail, only to ruin his orgasm at the very last second, leaving him with the worst case of blue balls he'd ever experienced. For the duration of his entire imprisonment, the dragon hadn't been allowed to cum even once, driving him wild while simultaneously forcing him to lap up whatever waste clung to the gryphons' holes or the King's shaft after he was done with his Queen. All of the dirty abuse left Gautvin's usually shiny green scales caked with dirt and grime, especially around his snout, the stink of the ruling couple sticking to him, leaving him with no choice except to be able to smell the two throughout the day, with him not being allowed to wash himself off. Giving a disgusted groan, the dragon sat down as far away from the overfilled chamber pot as he could, his nose filled with the disgusting scent of his cell and the equally potent musk of both Drest and Eithne, having nearly lost all hope of ever escaping the torture of his captivity. 

After enduring the stink of his cell for a few more hours, trying to pass the time by desperately scrubbing his scales against the small pile of damp straw left on the floor to act as his bed, hoping to at least somewhat clean off the splatters of God knows what from his hide, Gautvin spotted a flickering light coming from the dark hallway leading away from his dungeon. Stepping right up to the sturdy bars of iron keeping him locked in his cell, the dragon peered into the distance, watching the flickering flame of a torch growing bright and brighter before coming around the corner, held in the beak of one of the guards, the gryphon's armour clattering as he trotted along, seemingly in no great hurry. The guards weren't a fan of the prisoner they were tasked with looking after, which wasn't all too surprising due to the deep dislike that most clans of gryphons and dragons held towards one another, but Gautvin was lucky enough that the King and Queen found him amusing enough to forbade any of the guards from laying a claw on the young dragon, unless he was attempting to flee the mountaintop city of course. Gautvin had been dreading the visit from the guard all day long, knowing that the only reason for it was to bring him to the royal couple for yet another round of torment, as his chamber pot was cleaned "just" a few days ago. Instinctually, the green dragon took a few steps backward, recoiling slightly as his wings tucked up tight against his back, his claws scratching at the stone as his tail curled in on itself, fighting the urge to flee or hide from the gryphon, not wanting to embarrass himself any further than what had already been done. The guard walked over to the cell, smirking as he set the torch down into a holder before pulling out a key, sliding it into the rusty old lock of the door, giving it a turn as he chuckled with a smug look, 
"Her highness is looking for you. Guess you're getting another meal, huh~?" 
Gautvin grimaced at the comment as the cell door creaked open, hating how just about everyone in the ancient city knew of the humiliating torture he was put through on a daily basis, knowing he was the laughingstock of every gryphon on the entire mountain, praying that word of his degradation hadn't reached the plains of his home. Knowing better than to disobey the orders of his captors, Gautvin stepped out of the cell with a low grumble as the guard nodded for him to follow, his eyes looking anywhere but towards the flank of the male walking in front of him, having already had way more time staring at gryphon backside than he'd ever wished to have in his life, guessing that he still had plenty of that ahead of him as well. 

Shuffling behind the guard with his head hanging low, trying to dodge the smirking glances from all the other gryphons the pair walked past, Gautvin felt the air turning colder with every corner that he turned, knowing they were approaching the surface once more, finally walking out of the dark crypts of the ancient city and into the open air, letting out a small sigh of relief. The dragon squinted at the bright light after being stuck underground for so long, taking in the fresh air while he still had the chance, knowing he surely wouldn't be enjoying it for a whole lot longer as soon as he was delivered to the King and Queen, stretching his wings slightly as the warriors of the court kept a close eye on him, ready to pounce on the prisoner at a moment's notice if he made any attempt at scampering away. Gautvin was led down an all too familiar path, towards the court of the royal couple, a pair of ceremonial guards dressed in glimmering gold and silver opening the doors for him to step inside, his breath trembling in his throat slightly as he gulped and walked through. The court was just as plush and opulent as ever, jewellery and other glimmering offerings lined up along the sides of the open air plaza, the King and the Queen laying side by side in a mound of soft pillows underneath a canvas tent at the very end of the court, grinning and rubbing beaks as their newest plaything walked in. Knowing what sorts of punishments followed unless he followed the proper court manners, Gautvin walked up to the gryphons with his head low, bowing down as gracefully as a young dragon with most of his scales smeared with dirt could, staying silent with his eyes closed as he prayed that he hadn't angered either of the two in some manner. Drest simply stared at the scaled male with a pompous glare, but the Queen quickly opened her grinning beak, beckoning the dragon to lift his head, 
"Oh, our wonderful little toy, how you've served us both so well, brought us so much pleasure~" 
Raising his gaze up to meet the lecherous Eithne's eyes, feeling his whole body freezing and locking up as she stared at him with her intense glare, Gautvin could only wait for the woman to continue, hoping that the torture wouldn't be too bad this time around as she deliberately let the silence hang over his head, allowing the dragon to stew in his worries for a moment before opening her beak once more,
"In fact, you've been so incredible that we've decided to allow you to take a slight break as well, you'll join us at a little party we're setting up. You'll get to dine and drink with us, real food mind you, and not just our… mess. We will even allow you to cum~!" 
Knowing that such an offer had to have some sort of a catch, Gautvin tried to keep his hopes down, staying silent with a suspicious look on his face as Eithne smirked,
"You will have to work for it, of course, but you mustn't worry about that, it will be nothing you can't handle. First however, you cannot attend any kind of party in such a state, follow me and we shall get you cleaned up~" 

Though still very suspicious of the entire thing, Gautvin had to admit that a bath sounded incredible enough for him to take the chance on trusting the Queen, no matter how much he doubted her true intentions, watching her rising up from her mound of pillows and calmly walking off towards the side of the court and over to a small doorway leading into one of the nearby buildings, stopping at the opening and glancing back to beckon the dragon to follow,
"Come on now, unless you'd prefer to spend the evening with my handsome husband instead~?" 
Trying to avoid the grinning Drest's gaze as he quickly trotted over to the woman, Gautvin left the King behind in the court as he followed the Queen down the doorway, having to hunch down slightly and pull his wings in close to fit the slightly more cramped hallway. Even in the midst of giving her prisoner a small treat, at least according to her, Eithne still couldn't resist teasing the young dragon a little, a smirk coming on her beak as she lifted her tail up and draped it across her back, leaving her pucker and wet slit staring the green dragon right in the face as her flank swayed from side to side with her march. His eyes widening from the sight of the dripping wet pussy just inches from his maw, her lurid scent pushing into his nostrils and immediately making his mouth water, Gautvin felt his cock starting to peek out from his genital slit, blushing and whimpering under his breath as he quickly looked away, feeling like a single touch on his manhood would be enough to make him explode on the spot after a month of pent up desire, unable to get the feminine musk out of his nose. Eithne glanced back over her shoulder to see the dragon stomping along, his head pushed down and his eyes staring at the dusty ground as his pink member drooped down from his slit, a few beads of precum wetting the tip of the shaft, making her giggle at her successful teasing. 

Trying his best to push the image of the Queen's dripping cunt out of his head, Gautvin felt the air growing more damp, smelling herbs and flowers along with the usual lusty scents he was so used to, stepping out of the hallway and into a bath house. The enclosed chamber was filled with a faint fog of steam, several baths lined up along the walls, water heated up by the geothermal activity of the mountain burbling into the stone tubs from aqueducts, oils and mixtures of herbs mixed in to give the water a wonderful smell, several attendants standing by to assist and serve. The Queen stepped aside and nodded towards one of the baths, walking off into a side room as she spoke, 
"Go on then, you've earned it, my little toy. I shall be waiting for you in the next room, a simple bath is far from enough for getting you prepared for the celebration~" 
Though he didn't like the sound of the "additional preparations", Gautvin wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth in this instance, dashing over to the bath as soon as the gryphon was out of the view and stepping into the warm water, giving a moan as he immersed his grimy scales into the steaming bath, a few attendants walking over with brushes to scrub at his hide, leaving him feeling truly relaxed the first time since he was captured by the gryphons. 

Gautvin spent as long as he could in the warm water, sinking deeper and deeper until his nostrils were skimming the surface, occasionally dipping below and blowing bubbles as he moaned in bliss, wanting to be left to soak for the rest of his life as the attendants scrubbed him thoroughly. He knew however that the Queen wouldn't like to be kept waiting, suddenly snapping to as he realised how long he'd spent in the bath, quickly climbing out in the hopes that the rest of her promises were as real as the one about getting to clean himself up, praying that he wouldn't have to endure a punishment from her for relaxing in the water for almost half an hour. Gautvin hopped out of the bath, shaking off most of the water before the attendants surrounded him with towels, rubbing his scales dry as he tried his hardest not to blush, watching as one of the gryphons squatted down to mop his belly, feeling the towel caressing his more sensitive crotch as he felt his cock starting to peek out again. As soon as the attendants stepped away from him, the dragon hurried into the doorway that Eithne had disappeared beyond, his scales glimmering with their usual brilliance once more, his tail as straight as an arrow behind him as he scurried down yet another cramped hallway. Gautvin eventually came to what seemed like a dressing room, several rows of colourful and very expensive articles of clothing hung up on the walls, another silent attendant waiting alongside the Queen herself, her beak twisting into a grin as soon as the male walked in, eyeing up the scaled prisoner as she trotted around him in a circle, examining every inch of him, 
"Wonderful, you're perfect for the party~" 
Gautvin tried to stay silent and keep his eyes ahead as the Queen got a closer look at him, though he couldn't help but to jump and give a tiny yelp as she suddenly grabbed onto his tail, lifting it up to peek at his flank without it being in the way. Eithne just grinned at the dragon's reaction, leaning in close to his genital slit and tailhole, spreading his slit apart as he shuddered, his cock giving a twitch and spraying a glob of precum onto the floor as he groaned and blushed, burying his face under one of his front legs in embarrassment as he felt the attendant staring at him, just hoping that he'd pass inspection. 

After making sure that the dragon was sufficiently clean, Eithne turned her attention to his attire, strolling next to him as she glanced over at the selection of clothes, giving a nod towards the attendant as she rifled through a selection of colourful fabrics, 
"What do you think, what colour would go best with your scales?" 
Before the male could answer, the other gryphon got down in front of him, pulling out a file and starting to work on his overgrown claws, trimming them down as Gautvin stammered, unable to answer the Queen's question, trying not to quiver as the attendant handled his ticklish feet. From a rack, Eithne plucked out a red collar, grinning as she showed it to her "guest", holding it up to his muzzle to see whether the shade of crimson went well with his hide, 
"This would look rather cute on you, don't you agree~?" 
Not fond of the idea of having a collar around his neck like some sort of a pet, Gautvin only gave a quiet grumble while shuffling about awkwardly, trying to let the attendant take care of his claws while the Queen buzzed about in front of him. Eager to try the collar on, Eithne clicked it into place, stepping back with a happy smile as she nodded, 
"Oh yes, that will do wonderfully~" 
Gautvin tried adjusting the tight collar, tugging at it with his freshly cleaned up claws, finding it locked into place as the Gryphon turned around to look for something to match the fetching little accessory. Eithne soon turned around with another piece of the dragon's outfit in her beak, though this one immediately made Gautvin cringe, spotting the golden buttplug she was holding, a red gem embedded in the base of the toy to conceal his tailhole. The male immediately stepped back, intent on stopping what was about to happen, even giving a low growl as his lips pulled back to expose his fangs. 

The Queen didn't seem to care about Gautvin's little rebellion however, simply smirking as she reacher a paw up to stroke his snout, running a claw over one of his fangs with a devious glimmer in her eye, 
"Hmm… maybe I ought to have your fangs filed down as well, if you're going to be showing them off like that. Wouldn't want any of my guests scared off~" 
Realising that he wasn't in any position to negotiate with the woman, his only hope being that she'd still be willing to go soft on him rather than taking his teeth in addition to whatever else she had in mind, Gautvin backed down and quickly closed up his maw, giving a nervous whine as the gryphon chuckled, 
"There's a good boy~" 
The woman stepped behind the increasingly anxious dragon, running a paw down his side and finally the base of his tail before lifting it up, audibly licking her lips as she eyed up his pucker. Eithne gave the smooth and shiny toy a lick, swirling her tongue around the tip of the plug a few times as she huffed, coating it with her saliva before pressing it against Gautvin's tailhole, making him flinch and hiss softly as the cold surface rubbed up against his sensitive area. With a little push, the Queen began to work the toy inside of her toy, watching with a smirk as the dragon's asshole slowly opened wider and wider to take in the metallic buttplug, his whimpering and trembling intensifying before the plug finally slotted in all the way, getting a gasp from Gautvin. Still holding the male's tail up, the Gryphon stepped back to admire the plugged up tailhole with a lewd smile, feeling herself getting more and more wet underneath her own tail as she stared at the glimmering gemstone, able to see her own reflection in it as the dragon's pucker twitched around the base of the cold plug. 

Laying a paw on her prisoner's flank, rubbing and stroking at him while the dragon gently trembled under her touch, Eithne couldn't help but to moan under her breath as she cooed, her tail rising high above her back as she clicked her beak, 
"Oh, you'll be the prettiest male at the party, I can guarantee that no one will be able to take their eyes off of you, I can hardly do it myself~" 
Biting his bottom lip and trying not to quiver, Gautvin stayed perfectly still as the Queen slowly ambled towards his front, her tail tickling him as it brushed against his side and belly, his own tail quickly dropping down to hide the toy plunged into his asshole. Eithne purred, imagining the reception that her guest of honour would receive at the party, stepping in front of the green dragon as her lusty eyes stared into his, the male quickly dropping his gaze in an attempt to not make eye contact with her, 
"There will be many other males coming to the party, I wonder how many of them would like to make you their own pet~?" 
Grinning, the gryphon turned around and raised her tail, flashing her dripping wet cunt right at the dragon, making him gasp as her strong scent invaded his nostrils once more, almost immediately forcing his cock to fully slide out of his slit, dropping to the floor as he tried to squat down slightly to get further away from the female's rear, 
"I will have to try my best not to allow them to claim you as their own during the celebrations, maybe a little taste of your body would sate their appetite without needing me to rent you out to half of the city~?" 
Eithne glanced back over her shoulder, giving a devilish giggle as she spotted Gautvin's needy yet scared stare, swaying her rump back and forth right in front of his nose as she purred,
"Well, do you agree, my adorable little pet? Do you think that the other males will find you as irresistible as I do~?" 
Gautvin whimpered and stammered as the gryphon waited for his answer, unable to think straight with her pink slit wiggling around in front of his eyes, watching drops of her sweet honey dripping down her haunches and soaking into her fur as she smirked. 

Narrowing her eyes into a predatory glare, the Queen gave Gautvin an order as her pussy winked like a feral mare in heat, 
"Roll around, on your back, now~!" 
Though he wanted nothing more than to get out of the situation, the dragon feared what might happen if he didn't obey her every word, grimacing as he rolled onto his back finding himself staring up at the gryphon's crotch as she backed up over his head before suddenly squatting down. Giving a shuddering moan as the woman's pussy pressed right against his snout, her scent only growing stronger and stronger as she began to rub and grind her wet mound on his muzzle, Gautvin's cock twitched and sprayed several impressive ropes of precum all over his belly, aching for a release after a month of intense teasing, a release that the moaning Queen didn't seem willing to provide him just yet. Eithne humped her pussy on the dragon's lips and nose, purring in bliss the entire time as she clawed at the floor, ignoring the attendant who was awkwardly staring at the pair as she got herself off, panting as she hissed out the fantasies playing in her head
"Oh… I will enjoy watching you be used by all of the males at the party… I shall count how many you are able to take in a row before your fortitude gives out and you pass out~!" 
Unsure of whether he hated the pussy grinding against his snout or the threats of what will happen to him soon enough more, Gautvin only groaned as the gryphon's mound kissed his lips, her juices smeared across his entire face before Eithne suddenly lifted her rump up, on the verge of a climax as she hurriedly climbed atop the male while he watched with bated breath. Squatting back down over the dragon's crotch, the Queen resumed her humping, rubbing her pussy on his genital slit and plugged up tailhole, grinding her steaming hot and soaking wet cunt on the base of his cock as she moaned loudly, her rear quivering as her sticky sap smeared across his scales, hissing out one final threat,
"Y… you'd better not cum, not without my permission~!" 
Biting his tongue and straining to not give in to the sensation of the gryphon's silky soft pussy caressing his slit and shaft, fearful of the repercussions that might follow if he accidentally blew his load, Gautvin let the woman hump him, her beak hanging open as she pressed her cunt right up against the gemstone embedded in the base of the buttplug in the dragon's tailhole, howling as she came while grinding her clit on it, quickly pushing her upper half down and raising her rear to the skies, her tail up as she sprayed her juices all over Gautvin. The feminine musk was thick in the air as the male felt splash after splash of Eithne's cum landing on his lower belly, her squirts utterly coating his tailhole and slit in her honey, leaving him nearly as wet as when he stepped out of the bath by the time she finally hopped off of him with a winded huff, looking back at the soaked Gautvin with a grin, 
"You may have washed off the stink of your dungeon, but you'll never live a day in your life again without being marked with my scent. Just remember that, my adorable little dragon~"