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A few people have asked me, just what is it that he and his mate enjoy together? Well, here’s your answer! Beware: this story gets a good deal more intense than my last few stories (even its analogue, Gift of a Gryphon). I highly recommend reading the warnings before perusing this story, considering its more questionable content. This… ahrm, well, let me just say, this is a pure example of what a fiery, passionate gryphon enjoys unleashing upon his mate (with her complete and joyous submission, in mind and body). Though, sometimes she likes to play just a bit harder to get, and make him really work for it, I’ll say… well, he worked rather hard to satisfy himself here! Of course, like my last few stories, this has rather astoundingly low actual story content before getting to what accounts for a wall of… what it takes to completely exhaust a great gryphon’s many hungers! \n\n[u][url=http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17843399/]Kiruan[/url][/u] is © me, Emberell.\n[u][url=http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19476682/]Elebris[/url][/u] is © [u][url=http://aryion.com/g4/user/Elf_Sponge]Elf_Sponge[/url][/u], and has been used with her eager permission.\n\nThis is [i]not[/i] an RP log.\n\nAdult Content Warning: Bestial oral sex, rough dominance, deep throating an improbable member, oral knotting, breathplay, cum inflation, watersports, said watersports being forcefed to our unfortunate dragoness and subsequent further inflation thereby), oral vore, explicitly detailed and drawn out digestion.\n\nMisc Content Warning: Dubious consent, pure and perhaps irrational submission, brief paw play\n\n---\nAuthor’s Comments\n\nAh, this one took far too long to properly finish… Work has been all over the place lately! Likely I’ll put up a journal when I feel I can manage commissions again. But for now, enjoy this… rather lengthy tail of a dragoness’ journey from escapee to toy to meal. Was she ever going to be anything else?\n\nAh, of course, one should note that Elf_Sponge is a fantastic RPer! The silly moment where their character is a bit taken up in the moment is not indicative of my mate’s skill – just a silly blushing nod to how thoroughly Kiruan gets her under his skin.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A proper example of what Kiruan is like, outside of the private realms of his and Elle’s castle. A few people have asked me, just what is it that he and his mate enjoy together? Well, here’s your answer! Beware: this story gets a good deal more intense than my last few stories (even its analogue, Gift of a Gryphon). I highly recommend reading the warnings before perusing this story, considering its more questionable content. This… ahrm, well, let me just say, this is a pure example of what a fiery, passionate gryphon enjoys unleashing upon his mate (with her complete and joyous submission, in mind and body). Though, sometimes she likes to play just a bit harder to get, and make him really work for it, I’ll say… well, he worked rather hard to satisfy himself here! Of course, like my last few stories, this has rather astoundingly low actual story content before getting to what accounts for a wall of… what it takes to completely exhaust a great gryphon’s many hungers!

Kiruan is © me, Emberell.
Elebris is © Elf_Sponge, and has been used with her eager permission.

This is not an RP log.

Adult Content Warning: Bestial oral sex, rough dominance, deep throating an improbable member, oral knotting, breathplay, cum inflation, watersports, said watersports being forcefed to our unfortunate dragoness and subsequent further inflation thereby), oral vore, explicitly detailed and drawn out digestion.

Misc Content Warning: Dubious consent, pure and perhaps irrational submission, brief paw play

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Author’s Comments

Ah, this one took far too long to properly finish… Work has been all over the place lately! Likely I’ll put up a journal when I feel I can manage commissions again. But for now, enjoy this… rather lengthy tail of a dragoness’ journey from escapee to toy to meal. Was she ever going to be anything else?

Ah, of course, one should note that Elf_Sponge is a fantastic RPer! The silly moment where their character is a bit taken up in the moment is not indicative of my mate’s skill – just a silly blushing nod to how thoroughly Kiruan gets her under his skin.", "writing": "Losing a Dangerous Game\nBy Emberell\n\n\tAn ominous rustle roiled the treetops, cutting through the otherwise bright and comforting light shining through the forest’s canopy. It seemed everywhere was a shadow that could hide a predator, that every tree and thicket might hide something just waiting to pounce.\n\n\tEscape. The word screamed in Elebris’s mind, called for her to get away to safety that she knew was just on the other side of the forest. Civilization and freedom awaited her there, and then she could figure out why her damned portals had failed her at every turn. \n\n\tCrack, a breaking branch echoed, and her orange muzzle darted toward the sound. Surely, the sound was his, pursuing her in her brazen effort to escape. The dragoness shivered, and dug her clawed toes from their fearful grasp of the forest floor. She managed to convince herself into a run, darted around a gnarled tree and into the next thicket. Branches snapped and whipped by her in her frightened haste, forgotten as she twisted beneath a bush and came up to the wind as it changed directions. There was the soft scent of earth, and a duller scent of leafy plants, but on that breeze wafted a dangerous scent.\n\n\tElebris recognized the faintly strawberry scent. Its masculine odor belonged to the gryphon that had captured her, stolen her freedom and violated her. It was a reminder of his virility, of his many, many punishments, and she found herself rooted in place. Move! She yelled inwardly to her legs, trying to convince herself to pull free and continue running. He had never hesitated to take his pleasure out on her… she knew, if she stayed he would once more, spread and spear her wide with that disastrously, blushingly canon-like cock of his.\n\n\tNo, the dragoness reminded herself, You mustn’t let yourself think such thoughts, Elle. Get away, before he catches you… You know that if he catches you, he’ll never let you go again. You know from experience how much he meant that promise to devour you, if you could not get away. Away. She had to get away, had to escape. She repeated the urge in her mind, but a flex from her nethers stopped her with another shudder through her too-immobile body. She managed, barely, to stumble forward with a step, and wrenched her clawed toes from the earth. Yet, was hampered – her hands went to hide her nubile purple scales away from prying eyes. Just the memory of his barbs, the memory of his incessant strike hitting every deep inch within her brought her pause. A memory, clear as day, of his soft tummy feathers and his bestial weight pressing into her back as he thrust again and again mashing into her pleasure button… Oh, to enjoy his satisfaction like that again… She shook her head defiantly. Where had her pride gone? Once, she had tried to stand up to him, to fight him and bend his knees with her portals; but, it had been her instead who had bent over the river, taken and abused in an animalistic fury by the gryphon.\n\n\tIf she just had her portals, he would fear her… Wouldn’t he…? No, she thought, even then he would overcome her. It was her place to be his toy, his slut, his… Elebris shook her head, as though to dispel that train of thoughts like so many cobwebs, only to find she had stopped dead in her tracks again. She couldn’t let him win! Yet, just the image of giving in and dropping to her knees, of submitting once more to her master crippled her. How close was she to the edge of the forest? One league, perhaps two at most, to her liberation. Perhaps, it was through the tree line in front of her, if only she could convince herself to keep going.\n\n\t“Move, Elle!” She growled aloud, a pleading whisper to her legs. It felt like she was trying to lift blocks of pure lead, for how much cooperation they answered her urgent words. After all, it wouldn’t be so bad to let him catch her…\n\n\tLost in the battle between the battle of wits, between her fearful hope for freedom and a disastrous desire for more of his brand of pleasure, she was easy prey. All she got was a flash of a hint, a single shadow behind a tree out of the corner of her eyes, before she a powerful crash of muscles and leonine power pulled her to the ground. The weight of a paw pushed Elebris’s breath from her body as she found herself pinned on her back, looking up at the familiar sight of the hawk-gryphon she knew so well. Kiruan, wreathed in strong chocolate brown feathers, stood tall and all too smug. A powerful yellow beak clicked his satisfaction that made her tail quiver in anticipation, and just the sight of his creamy yellow tummy fur reminded her that she had to breathe. A gasping rush of air brought in his virile scent, much stronger now that she found herself directly beneath him. The thick musk of a gryphon stud, heady with the scent of his fertile strawberry seed burned softly in her snout. His powerful paw pushed down against her chest, stood and spread against her and in that moment, he stole her breath away.\n\n\tPure, predatory desire glimmered in his eyes. She recognized that sparkle well. As a once-powerful predator, she had worn it time and time again. Doom awaited her, that gaze promised, claimed her body and soul in that self-satisfying once-over. Escape once more tangled with fear in the back of her throat. With a push of her tail into the carpet of leaves that decorated the forest floor, she tried to lift herself, kicked and dub her heels into the earth. Her plan was to vault free from underneath him in a single pushing twist worm away from his paw so she could properly free, but all she gained for her struggle was his strong digits pressing harder down upon her. The gryphon’s sharp claws poked into her breasts as that powerful paw groped shamelessly at her and squashed her breasts down. He was playing with his meal, she realized… For a single moment, she prepared for his beak to swoop down and end it all, to end their play of cat and mouse. There was no escape…\n\n\t“It was terribly easy to catch you, my delicious little treat.” Smug satisfaction drooled from his deep voice, even as his paw at last relented a little and she gasped in fresh air. “It seems you are destined to be mine. I gave you a chance for your life… but you simply could not escape my power.”\n\n\t“I never had any hope of escaping you, master,” She found herself saying, with a teasing lick of her tongue out across her lips. She stretched, and showed off her curvy form to his paw as she went on, “I couldn’t resist you, in the end… It seems you’ll have to punish your little slut for trying to escape. I’m sure you have a punishment more than befitting the crime in mind…?”\n\n\tFor a moment, her sultry and seductive words echoed across the forest and hung in the air as an open invitation for him to do just that. With an eager, heart-fluttering anticipation, she awaited his doubtlessly intent reply. She felt the grope of his paw at her chest still, and as she waited, she tried to heave her breasts against his sensitive pads. She managed to disguise it, clumsily, as an attempt to escape, though in the end it still ground her desire up into his paw. She knew that he would satisfy that tingling itch, and utterly silence that destructive need to be his… She was so sure of her ‘unlucky’ fate, that when his paw lifted from her and instead landed on the bridge of his beak, she was surprised.\n\n\t“Elle…” He dropped character for a moment, with a bemused smile, “You do know that your character is supposed to be afraid of her predator, don’t you? My little dragoness has been abused and taken advantage of for countless moons… You shouldn’t want to be captured by the very same gryphon whose ultimate intention is to fulfill your destiny as his meal.”\n\n\tFor a moment, the dragoness just gaped up at him. With a shake of her head, her jaws closed and she rose to her knees, then to her feet. Brushing a few leaves from her rear, she stood tall and rounded o him.\n\n\t“Hush, master Kiruan. I can’t help that the thought of you catching me made it difficult to concentrate on anything but the consequences…” Elebris blushed, and drew a hand down her body in a way that showed off her diamond-hard nipples, and the pinkening folds already swollen with excitement between her legs. “I can hardly think about escaping, when all that I want is you…”\n\n\tThe gryphon all but gaped at the sight. She recognized the signs: his eyes were wide, his creamy sheath flexed and swelled between his hind legs, and most of all his tongue teased out to lick the anticipation of her flavor from his beak. Kiruan stepped forward and nuzzled across her cheek, until the hard, cool surface was right by her ear. His masculine, deep, dominant voice almost made her melt as he dropped back into the moment.\n\n\t“Yes, my slut… You need to learn. Perhaps I cannot have a fleeing dragoness, but I can have you. I will show you why you should want to flee, what drives your feet away from my beak…” His rough tongue snuck again from within his hard beak, and rolled out over her lower ear, trailing saliva up to her second until he gathered it and pulled it into a dominant nibble. Finally, his deep, sure, unquestionable voice commanded, “Kneel.”\n\n\tHis claiming tongue brought a weak shudder to her knees as his dominant beak sought her ear and submission both. For a moment, Elebris found her breath caught in her throat, trapped by his command and pulled back down by the gravity in his voice. Her master intended to punish her… fear cloyed her lungs and made it harder to breathe, along with his musk toying at her snout. Was it truly fear that she felt? The gryphon intended to take her safety, her well-being and toss it aside entirely for his pleasure, and though she knew that to defy him now would only make her fate worse…. A small part of her yearned for that lingering torment of his, for that terrible, wonderful torture that would ravage her body and leave her unable to walk once he was done. Dimly, she found that part of herself nodding. Her fate was in his hands – was it her desire that buckled her knees, or was it that part of her that hoped she might preserve her life by giving in to him now? Both, she decided. Trapped here, trapped by the powerful muscles of her owner, her master… her predator that promised to be destructively pleasing, she felt free, and for a brief moment, powerful. Oh, she would tend to every desire and urge he had. Even… the dragoness swallowed hard around the lump of her fear… even if his desire meant devouring her whole being to sate every last appetite he had.\n\n\tKiruan wasted no time. As soon as her knees met the moss and leaves that carpeted the forest floor, he closed the last inches between them with a meaningful step. Inspired by the sight of her voluptuous body revealed without a wisp of clothing, his next step brought him over her, and his paw brushed over her head, guiding her further into her submissive kneel. His warm feathers prickled against her scales, a downy prickle as soft and warm as she remembered, laced with the spicy scent of his virile, masculine flavor passed against her as her ears and the back of her head brushed through his tummy fur. The scent only deepened as her head met the inevitable mountain of his sheath, and pressed into the soft fuzz so full of throbbing arousal. The gryphon was already stoked by the chase, and the barest touch of her scales was all that his pointed, barbed tip needed to tease free. The gryphon’s voice floated from above and behind her, entrenching her ever deeper in that devious position.\n\n\t“My my… so eager to be my plaything, my dragoness couldn’t even imagine escaping.” With every word, his heavy sheath wobbled, and jiggled obscenely with the last step into place. Its tip pointed threateningly at her muzzle, brushed catching barbs at her scales. A spurt of precum jetted out to paint her cheek, striking her with the dull realization that as he approached she was just kneeling there like an eager slut. The final nail in that image came when her tongue, against her mental insistence, danced from her lips, and pulled her muzzle forward to decorate his tip and her lips wit\\h the anticipation. Just a hint of his musk, his heady flavor, oddly strawberry took hold on her taste buds. Somewhere above he was talking again, reaffirming that submissive place into her once more, “Your feeble flight was tripped up by the desire in your body. I can feel the heat in your scales: you want to be mine.”\n\n\t“You failed to realize, my scrumptious snack… that you were already mine. So loyal, I had thought to give you one chance to return to that life you once lived, were you able to escape my beak on this day. Yet, in the end, you gave yourself to me willingly. You bow, here, now, in this forest, to become mhrrriii-,”\n\n\tElebris cut him off with a deft swipe of her tongue, a swirl around his tip as she smeared that loyal nose of hers against his lower head, in a passionate kiss as though it were his beak instead, kissed as deep as she could. Oh, how his words inspired in her that urge, that disastrous urge that clenched and twitched in her sex. Her body begged for her to continue, begged her to taste at that musky meat. The smoky flavor hung in her nose, stuck to her tonsils with a hot splash of precum into her jaws. The dragoness suckled it down like a good little calf. Lewd slrrrps rolled out, followed by lascivious mrrrling moans of approval. They were her moans, she thought, as she bobbed her head again over his revealed length and dove her nose into the soft, slick flesh within his sheath. Cradled by that hot, musky flesh, enveloped by the hot fur outside and coated with his personal oils and scent, it would be all but impossible to wash that scent away. Yet, the part of her that might want it gone was fading with the last of her resistance, quieted and quelled by that submissive urge to satisfy her addiction to his flavor. Her tongue rolled against his barbs, tugged at their soft flesh and caught gently around her taste buds. They weren’t sharp ,but they would no doubt leave her throat red… and that simple thought brought her bobbing her head, pulling to urge the rest of his length out into the light of day, to be hidden away again within her maw. \n\n\tThe gryphon above her moaned out a groaning and quaking noise that shook through the rest of his body as a delighted purr. Elebris smiled – or, tried to smile as best she could, with her lips spread around his length, pushed apart more as she nibbled against the rapidly swelling spire. Her fingers pushed into the crook between her legs, and she realized with an ever-deepening blush that her idle hands had decided to help. Several fingers dove knuckle-deep into her fluttering passage, dug in as her other hand found his full sac. The hot weight of his balls jangled in her fingers, draped with musk both outside and inside as she brushed through the thin down and came away with a slight sheen of perspiration. His silky coat was thinnest there, and she could feel the slosh inside of cum just waiting to burst free. She fought the urge to gasp, just in time as a jet of pre splashed warmly over her gullet – there was so much seed just waiting to be released… her heartbeat powerfully under her chest, threatening to burst free as anticipation caught her once again. The eruption would surely fill her gullet twice over, and flood out in a splattering spill... but she swallowed around the flesh in her maw. \n\n\tFear would not stop her, with its frightening promise of a drowning deluge would not bring her pause. She was determined… No, indeed, that anticipation only brought her to draw at his tip with more fervor, to bob her head and paint the back of her tongue with his barbs, and squeeze it against her palate. Climax swirled in words that his cock muffled into oblivion, pushed her into devouring and swallowing before her tongue could make them into proper sounds. Every lick, every lewd slurp brought his growing length closer and closer to her throat, each pulse of arousal and heat through his meat filling her maw more and more with that pleasure. Above, she could feel him preparing, just in the sight of his muscular legs tensing, of his paws bracing and grabbing at the ground. In a moment, she knew her throat would be spread wide, and she flexed her tongue in anticipation. Resistance was far from her mind.\n\n\tInstead, her eyes crossed and tangled on his sheath, watching the oddly satisfying bulge of her tongue when she dipped it out into his musky sheath to pull out more of that sweltering flesh. In that task, she became completely engrossed, so much so that she forgot her surroundings, the shifting rustle of his feathers, until a powerful forepaw found her tail. His animalistic digits grasped her tail, traced its sensitive scales until his grope found her rear. Elebris flinched as clawed digits cupped her rump and tugged her tail up high. Her muscles helped him hike her tail out of the way, so that his next dip would press those intent digits right into that spot between her legs. Squish, the hot, wet noise rang out a shiver through her body as his padded toes met her nethers, and with a desirous roll of her hips she ground into her master’s powerful paw. At least, until he thrust with single-minded power. Then his swollen tip stole her attention away, surged over the back of her tongue and throbbed across her gullet. That buck brought a cough from her, and she only just managed to angle her head so that his next thrust would strike home, rather than batter her more. Instead, the dominant gryphon began to fuck her face, as her submissive motion allowed his tip to pulse straight into the tight, swallowing yearn of her throat.\n\n\tInch after inch of thick cock slipped into her throat, welcomed with swallow after eager swallow by the thirsty muscles. Each wave of her hungry muscles felt the prickle of his barbs catching as he pulled back, as she bobbed, and her experienced jaws worked to devour his tip. Deeper and deeper it plunged into her gullet, forced forward and driven in deeper and deeper as his thrusts gained the momentum of pleasure. By now, his taste had managed to food the entirety of her maw with his musky strawberry flavor, deepened by the masculine taste of his length. Elebris’s tongue curled dexterously around the pole in her jaws, fought to tug against his girth as each throbbing heartbeat flowed against her sensitive muscle. A bolt of pleasure came alongside each thrum, hand in hand with the twinges of his muscles sputtering streamer after streamer of precum straight into her throat. The rushing roll of his thrusts gained momentum, ignited and inspired by the welcoming draw of her gullet, by the enthralling lilt of her tongue until his tapered length began to spread apart her gullet. The gryphon hooked himself forward, jammed himself deep, and with a dominant growl truly began to take her. She was hardly ready for that first true thrust, a half-gag fed down her esophagus and subdued by the powerful predator. All she could do was widen her watering eyes and watch as his hot sheath rolled closer to her snout. All she could do was swallow and gulp as deep within his swollen length surged inch after inch deeper and deeper into her disastrously thirsty depths. \n\n\tGluck, her muscles complained around him, unable to swallow, but she fought back the urge to push away. Her throat convulsed down around his spire and fought to free her airway, but as soon as his barbs twinged against her tonsils, she took control of her muscles. Just in time, too, as his next thrust crashed into her, plunged his spaded tip deep into her gullet in a batter that all but knocked her from her knees. Fortunately, the gryphon’s powerful paw kept its hold on her rump and made sure that she would be trapped in place and taking yet moor, unable to see anything but the musky crook between his legs and the slow pendulous swing of his balls. Jar after thrusting jar rolled into her neck, forced his cock in until her beautiful orange neck scales swelled around his spire so much that she could hardly breathe. Yet, an eager defiance took hold in her mind. She wouldn’t let herself be defeated! Lovingly, she wound her tail around, braced and secured herself all the firmer with her strong muscles, and met his thrusts with a strong neck. Wave after wave of thrusts rolled into her throat, and so secured she did the only thing that she could do in the wake of such powerful strikes of his tool. She thrust her head back against him, swallowed and eagerly gulped to work pleasure into his cock, to urge his climax in each squeezing flex of her muscles as though she could swallow him whole starting with his rod. Her ample breasts bounced lewdly in the air as he buried himself farther into her gullet, fed her like an all-too lewd mother bird feeding his chick. Ulk after resounding glrk rolled out with each forceful swallow, clenched down around him. Half of her gulps were reflexive, brought on by the sensation of his barbs teasing and stimulating her muscles; the other half were eager, urging him to go on until his sheath had her snout buried within where his cock slumbered. She couldn’t see it, but the sensation of his cock spreading her throat and pushing out in what was unmistakably a magnificent bulge brought her arousal to a fevered high. \n\n\tSoon, his thrusts threatened to overtake her skillful swallows. Each powerful jerk of her hips filled her gullet, and fed his hot precum straight into her stomach, until in the next jab of his length brushed the edge of his sheath against her lips. The powerful base of his cock was at last unleashed, revealing the entirety of his cannon-like cock to the air… or it would have been the air, if it hadn’t been her maw, instead. His masculine spire was hidden thoroughly away by her throat, save for his heavy balls that she teased with her hands to keep them from dashing softly against her face with every thrust as well as tease him into a climax that she could feel was still distressingly far off. After all, as her tongue wrapped around the hot base of his cock, squeezed at the stiff length, not a hint of his knot swelled. Yet still, his stream of precum increased more and more, lubricated and wet her throat until her oral cavity was almost impossibly wetter than her snatch. Her hands were soaked with feminine lubricant, sticky and hot with arousal, and yet with each swallow and each rough thrust, his musky flesh slid and slicked through her tight tunnel rather than dragging or catching on her gullet. Just the sensation of his tip parting her gullet again and again, forcing her muscles to stretch convinced her of the fact that her throat would be more than a little sore after this. Every twitch, every jut of his cock thrummed within her, pulsing a satisfying throb as his balls finally escaped her hands, and bounced against her snout. Glck, she swallowed helplessly, repeatedly drawing against him and working her gullet to make herself a proper cock-sleeve for the gryphon that refused to do anything other than claim her throat.\n\n\tWave after wave of swallows worked to satisfy the seemingly insatiable desire. The dragoness’s hand, freed from his balls, went to her neck to feel at his length, each surging twitch plowing deeper and deeper inside. Throb, his length twitched palpably, and for a surprising moment she realized that he had paused for an instant… only to resume as soon as she questioningly curled her tongue around his base with a rolling buck of his hips. The barbed tip of his cock dug into her gullet, teased deep within at what she thought must have been the entrance to her stomach, and spread her far more than open until her nose eased into the protective warmth of his sheath. The gryphon’s next withdrawal removed her, and unsheathed his sword from the sheath of her gullet until just the tip remained stuck fast in her throat. Then in a single strike he plunged back inside,, earning a convulsing choke from her as he buried himself into the fortunately well-lubricated depths of her throat. An animalistic ferocity took over his mind, a careless desire that had him fighting her gag reflex, feeding her inch after hot, meaty inch. Even her seasoned throat was soon overwhelmed, battered and weakened until even her swallows could hardly keep his bludgeoning tip at bay as his knot began to swell and tease at her lips. The growing bulge at the base of his cock helped polish her nose as it spread the base of his sheath, helped polish her snout with the masculine oils native to that personal space of his body. Each thrust slipped his bulb into her lips, pushed it past and over her tongue, only to plop sloppily free as he withdrew once more. Slowly, his thrumming knot grew, making it crystal clear, as it pulsed all too eager to push past her lips and failed to worm inside, that he intended to tie her maw. Lewd pulses flexed against her lips, loosing flow after flow of precum down her tongue and into her thirsty gullet, only cemented that fact in her mind. \n\n\tRealization dawned in the dragoness’s mind, a dull explosion, and Elebris finally started to resist. She flexed her throat, pushed up with the back of her tongue, fought to pull her head back, only to find the gryphon’s claws digging threateningly into her rump, around and over her tail. The fierce Kiruan kept his hold over her, amongst the entirely distracting pull of the tight gullet, the squeezing and nearly overwhelming ministrations of his submissive slut he seemed to anticipate her reluctance. Unwavering, he bucked his hips, battered into her gullet with a glck fighting past her paltry struggles to grind his knot against her lips. Throb after throb touched her sensitive flesh, the soft scales rimming her maw reporting the thrumming life beating through his length. Each heartbeat released a streaming trickle of hot and heady precum deep into her gullet. Her gryphic master chided somewhere above, his words twisted by lust and hot enough to bring even her orange scales to a brilliant red blush.\n\n\t“Ah-ah-ah, my little slut. You’re mine to use as I please. My own dragoness to unleash my pleasure on, to abuse and feed as I see fit…” Each word was a pant, thick and slurred with pleasure. She could see in her mind’s eye his expression, eyes closed tight under the onslaught of her throat, taken by her pleasure. Were she able to, she might have smiled. His words rung true, deep in her overwhelmed mind. She was only there to satisfy him, it was her only purpose. Nothing else was more important…. Thus, she gave in once more, stopped trying to pull off or away and instead used the strength in her tongue to roll wave after licking wave around the thick length in her maw, over the slick, sleek surface of his spire. Her renewed submission earned her a blissed growl, flowing into a growl, “Hrrr-rrl, that’s it, my dear. Come. Relax your throat; I can feel your body thirsting for my pleasurrre.” A purr invaded his growl, and took over his thrusts with a new fiery intensity. The gryphon’s ponderous bolls spilled from her hands in the next hump, flowing in a singular quaking wave as he ground his knot against her jaws, Pressure, prying, thick pleasure stretched her jaws outwards, throbbing against her scales in thrums that travelled down his length, over her tongue, and deep down into her gullet. A sleek sheen of sweat covered her scales, both her own and his, the hot heat of his fur and the dampness of his exertion burying her in the miasma of heat between his legs. His flavor was heavy on the air, lewdly smacking into her face and painting her muzzle with each slap of his balls. Slrk, ulk, swallow after swallow was the only thing she could do, closing her eyes and resigning herself simply to be a toy for his flesh to plunge into...\n\n\tSqueeze. Something clutched tight at her fingers, a clenching roll of drooling arousal striking her as slightly odd. Dully, she remembered that her fingers were buried into her sex, dug into the slick and needy folds, inspired all the more by the sheer depravity pumping into her with every thrust. Being at the whim and use of her master turned her on so furiously, surrounding her fingers with a drooling and aroused fire. She was his. The dragoness tried to form the word around his cock, but her tongue tied around itself in the fervor of his next thrust, her voice only muffled by his battering bucks until her taste buds threatened to slip down her throat to join his meaty spire. Gulp after gulp of precum fed into her gullet and sunk in the flavor of gryphic arousal with every throb, returned to her maw soaked into the flesh of his spire. His knot threatened ominously to feed her so much more, but she could only blush submissively. She wanted him to lock with her jaws. A small, dominant voice rung in her head for her to pull away, to try to regain control or bite down… but in a moment more, even that little last vestige of strength bowed under the buckling pressure of his hinds. Snap, a dull click resounded through her bones as she yawned her maw open farther, unhinged her jaws so she could truly devour all of his meat… She would swallow and swallow and swallow until he cried out her name. \n\n\tLonger, certainly. Kiruan’s begging knot slurped against the kiss of her parting lips, his flesh throbbing the begging throb of a gryphon ever so terribly close to climax as it eagerly accepted the invitation of her jaws. Glrk¸ she fought to swallow, doing little but pulsing the tight entrance of her gullet around his shaft as its thickening length pushed down her tongue, as the bulb of his knot slipped into the sweltering depths. Each inch was a battle, a push of her neck, a force of his paw into her rump, thrust after strong, short thrust forcing his way terribly deep inside. It was too much, much too much, even when she had taken meals much bigger they rarely lingered in her gullet so thickly. Careless of her wellbeing, he thrust and thrust until his sheath smudged against her snout, until his knot ground against the entrance to her throat and begged once more for entry. With her jaws already unhinged, the forgiving flesh of her throat had little choice but to submit, parting and spreading around his knot… until with a reverberating pop her gullet sealed behind his knot. Like a good slut, she tied with her master, trapped and swallowed him in the flush, tight depths of her gullet.\n\n\tWet touched her cheeks, hot and fresh, her own tears streaming to meet the thick dribble of saliva that escaped around his cock from her abused maw. Droplets splattered onto her bouncing breasts, wet little splats that added spice to her already fiery hot arousal. Elebris’s throat rippled reflexively as his length throbbed palpably within, as he twitched and strained against her muscles. She had asked for this, hadn’t she? A loving hand rose to his cock buried in her gullet, and she traced her fingers over the worrisome bulge sealed tightly away within her submissive gullet. Each swallow reported to her fingers a wave down his turgid spire, pulled down against him and fought with choke after squeezing choke to pry his climax free. She was not prepared, however, when his length withdrew, when his dominant hips coiled in anticipation. Filled with surprise, her eyes opened to the creamy expanse of his tummy feathers. Panic might have stolen her breath, then, were her airway clear. After all, he was not quite through with her yet. Thrust, all at once he plunged back inside, one slick ulgck! ringing out through her flesh as she tried and failed to gag around his flesh. The gryphon’s sheath pushed against her snout, spread and surrounded her with the musky, fragrant tang of his masculinity as deep within his knot pried at the entrance to her throat, only to plunge deep back inside. Somewhere within her throat… or, with a twinge from below her breasts, she realized probably her stomach, his barbs kept her spread wide and waiting. How many of those mini bucks he battered against her she could never have counted. With no room given for her breath, with every second she fought to swallow just enough to earn only a faint wisp of air to keep her going, her mind began to fog. Thick with a miasma of wanton arousal, of submissive desires and inclinations she soaked her tongue in the virile flavor of his length, until her sensitive muscle felt the first twitch. Climax, or the beginnings of it, twinged and throbbed in his cock and down her throat until all at once he humped forward and buried her there, as though locking to her. Deep within, her throat reported with each swallow that pump after pump of steaming hot liquid filled straight into her belly, splattered and splashed into a growing pool of seed. The dragoness didn’t even need to swallow as he force-fed her protein-rich strawberry milk.\n\n\tLocked to him, Elebris had no choice but to swallow, in much the same way she had been for more minutes than she could accurately recount. Gulp after roiling gulp milked her powerful gryphon, claimed each spurt of virile cream straight from his tap. Kiruan was hilted in her jaws… more than hilted, with his sheath almost threatening to swallow her muzzle, scrunched up and draping his balls against her chin. His orbs were so close to her scales that she could feel every hot churn, every squeeze of release as they emptied into her their prodigious load. It was overwhelming, but his knot ensured that not a single sputtering droplet could escape. Oh, she fought to moan, the taste of his strawberry flavor against her tongue was strong, but she knew that the hot seed pouring into her gullet was so much stronger and richer with his flavor. With a tug of her head she pulled against the seal of his knot – not to escape, no, rather it was an attempt to pry him just free enough to grace her taste buds with a hint of that stronger flavor.\n\n\t It was all but impossible to pull him enough, and distraction stole her mind away as her pleasure-heightened senses felt the claws of a paw dragging possessively up her back. His digits were oddly loving, kneading through her strawberry blonde hair, but with an all-too casual ease his paw pushed her head down his length until her lips mashed into his sheath and all but kissed his sac. Yet, somehow, a bubble of sticky hot seed burbled free; perhaps it was a particularly powerful jet splashing like a boulder into the ocean of her whitewashed gullet, but it treated her to the thick, rich, fresh flavor of gryphon batter. Mingled with the fiery hot taste of arousal pulsing and pushing her tongue down with its constant and impressive pressure, his flavor was divine. The taste reminded her with a salivating swallow that every moment, this dominant gryphon was making use of her body. It changed little, and yet Elebris found herself suckling hungrily around his cock, trying to drink straight from the tap with a swirl of her tongue around the thin base of his dick. She already had no choice but to drink down his bliss, every pumping liter, but her swallows urged his release to escape faster, pulled to make sure that not a single ounce remained. With wave after wave of squeezing flesh clamping around his spire, the great gryphon murmured an approving growl, escaping and rolling into a purring moan as his climax finally sputtered to a stop.\n\n\t“So eager... My meal ever loyally services me right to the end. But, you are mine, my little slut.” At his words, she felt her heart throb in her throat. A throb of her fear, a throb of his pleasure feeding into her stomach. His pulse and hers met, and as she swallowed, she realized that despite her service, despite her impressive feat downing his entire length he still planned… “My dinner. My dragoness, my meat to use and consume… whether you give yourself to me or not. Hrrf,” he huffed, ignoring the soft ulks of swallowing distress below that were the only complaints she could make, and went on, “I’ll devour every last bit of you… until there’s nothing left that is not mine.”\n\n\tSmothered on his cock, breathing was next to impossible, not to say anything about complaining. With his knot anchored into her gullet, his length cloying her airways with musky heat, it became a marked challenge to claim even faint wisps of air. Above, Elebris felt the great gryphon sigh, and relax, pressing down upon her. Tire and exhaustion ached from her limbs, and with his weight above her, it was hard to focus on anything other than recovering from his brutal pounding. The dragoness's distracted recovery held her attention so intently that when a fiery, roiling heat pulsed through the bulge in her throat, she thought little of it. At least, until she realized that the gryphon’s climax had stopped several pulses earlier. Surprise brought her eyes into a tighter clench, as though with that squeeze alone she could stop the beast from emptying his bladder deep into her throat. Her hands scrabbled at his sheath, pulled futilely at the base of his shaft, but even struggling with all her strength, with her throat roiling under the acrid flavor she couldn’t quite taste her struggles were meaningless. Fortunately, it was far from decorating her taste buds, and although disgust twinged in the back of her mind, just the knowledge that he was abusing her like any other toy brought a twinge of pleasure to her loins. The heat mingled in her gut, mixed with the protein-rich dinner the hot wine of release until her tummy began to swell. Were it not for the seal of his knot, the sheer volume pouring into her would have sputtered free of her maw long ago!\n\n\tMore, Elebris found her consciousness fading as his spent arousal twitched past her tonsils. Thoughts became hazy, blurred with reality and the sight of his soft feathers fading in and out as she choked around his cock. Relief, fresh air, it was right there, teasing her scales with the cool delicious breeze that could not pierce the steaming miasma of his musk. The dragoness’s scent hung in the air just beneath that, not that she could tell, but even the heady mixture of their musks would be a welcome change from trying to inhale the solid flesh of his dick. No, instead she choked, gagged, motions that only fluttered her throat down tight against his cock. Resistance – fear, hesitation, all of it shattered there, under the pure, sheer dominance of her master locked within her. The strong predator inside her washed away with stream after stream to join the stewing pool in her stomach. Dimly, through the darkening haze of suffocation, she felt his claws dig into her scalp as his paw took a tight grip of her hair. It might have been pain, if she could have focused on the sensation of his digits dug into her skull as they tugged tightly. No, conscious thought was quickly leaving her beside, thought and reason – his haunches tensing, his knot grinding against the entrance of her throat didn’t alert her, nor could they. As she faded away, as she stepped up to that edge drowning on the thick mountain clogging her gullet, she finally gave up. Plop! His knot splattered free, meeting with an instinctual gasp of fresh air she had thought she would never taste again. Yet, as his bladder continued to spray into her jaws, she choked on the caustic golden fluid splattering into her jaws.\n\n\tAll at once, she collapsed beneath Kiruan. Yet, as he continued to mark her with the thick, possessive tang of his scent and her lungs found precious air, she didn’t care. A biting sting tingled in the back of her throat with the fiery flavor of his urine seeping into the well-used passage, and the far too stretched flesh ached with the pain of his bulbous knot yanked free all at once. Despite all that, she found that her only care was for the pleasant sparkle of air returning to her starved limbs. Cough after cough, she fought against her body’s desire to retch and the stomach-turning heat both inside and raining down around her. The gryphon’s great paw pulled her tail, still limply looped around it and shifted with him, as he made sure to paint every last inch of her body. Her beautiful strawberry blond hair soaked up his musky shower, spoke to her and whispered claiming, dominant words into her submissive mind. Even if he let her free, she knew that his musky scent would remain, all but forever etched into her scales as a noisome reminder of who her master is. Weeks, months, of smelling like him, carrying the scent of virile leonine strength… Her soaked hand pressed deep between her netherlips, rubbing away the faint tingle that told her that somewhere while gulping down her master’s protein-rich seed she had climaxed. An ache of pleasure reminded her that so much more waited in store – he was being so much more dominant, so much more claiming than usual, all a part of that ruinous deal she had made with him. \n\n\tElebris found the cool breeze billowing against her ever so distracting when his hot shower finally ended. With a single step backwards, he captured her attention like a mouse beneath his paw. A predatory twinkle sparkled in his eyes. She felt herself so in the open, like a rabbit on a cold tile floor in the gaze of a wolf she could not move. Then, he pounced. The same paw that had molested her, that had been the rock securing her snout against his sheath cuffed her breasts, splayed out over her bosom and pressed her down to the earth as though he had seen right through her to the cowering preything. She folded just as easily under his weight. She gasped out, a sharp intake of surprise as his paw pads ground into her nipples, mashed her breasts into her ribs. Was there anything she could do to push him away? Confusion spotted her mind as she fought with herself, tried to convince herself that she had to get away. With a twist of his soft pads, with a teasing, arousing grind he squeezed her back to the earth like any other deer he had decided would be dinner. Even as he stole her breath away, as his weight reminded her that her body had not yet recovered from his drowning arousal, she could find no reason to want him away. \n\n\t“In the end… you are just my meal. A meal, for a gryphon you could not resist. Can you hear my belly grumbling? It cannot wait to be satisfied… My submissive dragoness, this last desire you will fulfill, and you will have at last earned your place forever with your master~” He trilled, almost sung with victory deep in his masculine voice.\n\n\tThe weight of his claws poking into her purple scales reinforced his dominant words, pressed upon her as he curled his digits and kept her pinned there. Yet, Elebris didn’t pull away. Instead, her hands rose to his paw and embraced him, hugging him and pulling him down to welcome his embrace. Even if his paw hadn’t held her there, she was more than out of breath. Below, her swollen belly grumbled around the hot fluids stuffed inside, and she knew there could be no escaping. Even if she wanted to get free, her will had been so twisted and broken she doubted that she could bring herself to take even a step to escape his paws again. She belonged to him. Kiruan’s paw clutched at her breast, kneaded with a shameless grope over her sexy frame. Her breath caught as his beak dipped in close, and he loomed over her until his proud yellow beak brushed against the tip of her snout. For a moment, she expected him to tease her again… but he didn’t say another word. Instead, his powerful yellow beak slipped open before her, decorated by the rough slather of his tongue as it slurped out in one intent lick over her face in a singular swipe. Not even the flavor of his shower prior brought him pause – it was clear he did not intend to grace his food with any more pleasantries. His light brown eyes met hers one last time and imprinted that singular word into her. His favorite word, burned into her with one smoldering gaze. Mine.\n\n\tElle didn’t have it in her to contest his claiming words. Her eyes lowered submissively, instead focusing between his beak and the paw holding her down. His soft feathers and powerful weight felt reassuring in a way, even as his beak yawned open. The dragoness’s gaze fell inside, sucked in like it was a black hole framed by his rough tongue, by the smooth slope of his palate above. It was a hypnotizing sight, the soft dangling pulse of his small uvula decorating the pink tunnel of flesh. Twitch, an eager flex breathed out, thick with the scent of his meaty breath, rank and thick with the reminder of her want to be his, of how completely, thoroughly used and stuffed she had been with cream just for him. Somewhere below, her pussy twitched with an ache that begged for her lapsed attention to return. Already, her gaze was trapped in the abyss of his throat, claimed by the strings of hot saliva that connected both halves of his beak, and her arousal lit again as he turned his teasing words into a looming promise. What else could she expect? A hot dribble of nectar squirted from her nethers as he swooped down, splattered her face with a strand of saliva, and began to take everything she had left to give. There was no stopping his lunge, his hunger – that paw caught her chest, pinned her to the earth with as she squirmed, a simple flick of his wriest keeping her from doing anything but give in to the loving cradle of his rough tongue. Hard keratin pinched into her hair, under her neck, scooped as easily as soup from a bowl into the steamy embrace of his maw.\n\n\n\n\tThe rough lather of Kiruan’s tongue spared no inch of her face, rolling around her and squeezing her against the top of his beak. His process slowed not an inch as he bet his own acrid taste. If anything, that salty tang soaked into her scales seemed to inspire power on his tongue, a pulling ravenous slope guiding her tongue into the lewd kiss of his throat. All at once, he swallowed, a swelling surge of collapsing flesh radiating a loud glurk! of contracting flesh around her. The dark, drooling humidity of her maw constricted into her scales, closed all around her as he closed his beak around her head. He swallowed her into darkness and gummed over her with a chewing squeeze of his beak, vanishing the glistening shimmer of his fleshy gullet without a care in the world. The tight muscles around her snout rippled and pulled again, pulling her deep inside. The hard twinge of the ground into her back reminded her that to escape, she would have to both pull out of his beak, and remove the mountain of weight constricting her breath… no, there was no going back. The digits of his paw dug into her breasts, tensed the sharp edge of his claws into her scales as though he had heard her silent doubts. Fear beat in her throat, instincts burning in her mind to escape, until finally a voice cried out against allowing herself to slip without resistance down his gullet. Panic or not, there was nothing at all she could do to delay the inevitable. The gryphon swallowed again. Ulllk¸ his gullet crashed down around her this time, pulled hungrily against her ears and beat down around her head in wave after wave of dragging strength bodily pulling her into his throat. The powerful squeeze resounded a cracking click- her jaw, finally clicking back into place. Oh, she thought, I’ll be so sore in the morning…\n\n\tThe morning… something felt wrong about that. Then, like lightning, it struck through the haze of arousal, of exhaustion and submission thrumming through her body. There would be no chance for her to be sore… She knew from far too much experience how long his meals lasted before going still, and even the strongest never managed the whole night. Even when he had drug it out as long as he could, the strength of his gut always broke them down before she fell asleep against his swollen tummy. Her realization brought instinct crashing down upon her like the avalanche of his paw. She was nothing but food, nothing but a meal to him. After all they had been through, she was to be taken and devoured like everything else that had been his. At last, she truly began to fight. She could not squirm, but she kicked, she used the snake of her tail to coil and tug with all her might against his rear paw. It was all fruitless. Like a fish taken from her home, no matter how she flopped there was no finding her river of freedom again. . She pushed, pried against the solid ground with all her weight to throw him off, and for one victorious moment she felt the gryphon’s powerful limb lifting. After all, in the end, even her master was flesh and blood… if she could just push harder…. \n\n\tKiruan dashed that hope with a flap of his wings and a wring of his shoulder. All at once, the pure weight of the gryphon bore into her, breaking off a sputtering gasp of surprise that was swallowed down like an appetizer with his next gulp. The great beak twisted around her shoulders, and she realized through the creaking pain of his paw pressing down into her overfull gut that she had only managed to give him more of herself to swallow by pushing his paw away. The growing bulge of dragoness filling his neck began to displace his creamy feathers, taking her and guiding her into the spirit-crushing tightness of that final plunge.\n\n\tBreathless and aching, it was all Elebris could do to gasp when his weight lifted from her chest and the sharp points of his beak squeezed instead into her bosom, between her heavy breasts. She felt them jiggle as he pulled her upright, as he bobbed in an avian lunge to shove her deep into his gullet, but her freedom was again short lived. His paw fell back into place, this time pressed over her legs. A single clawed digit teased threateningly over her snatch, possessively reminding his dragoness of her place. While Kiruan refrained from stepping down with all his crushing weight this time, his implication was clear. Resist, and things would be far, far worse than the clutching, intense, rippling heat passionately compressing into her. How could she do anything but submit? Her struggles got her nowhere; even her strongest resistance had won her the crashing weight of his paw and almost dashed her ribs. Deep in his throat, compressed in the vice-grip of throat muscles packing her inch by inch deeper into his body, she found herself giving in to his strength again. The dominant strength pinching her shoulders together and contracting down her neck, over her head was a dull throb. For a moment, the brief image his throat taking a strawberry and crush it into pulp with a single swallow found her mind, and her battered muscles felt for all the world like that mashed fruit. \n\n\tSo tight were her surroundings that as he bobbed his head again, as he stretched his beak to stuff in her mammaries, it was impossible to feel like anything but a rag doll being whipped around in the thick hand of fate itself. A raspy, wet sandpaper ground into her nipples as her breasts were pressed to the slick muscle, and he was adamant about tasting over the bulbs of fleshy meat and fat contained just beneath those deliciously smooth scales. Rest, reprieve, release all hung tantalizingly out of reach in her doom. The gryphon was intent on enjoying every moment of this once-in-a-lifetime treat. His tongue, his beak, his body enjoyed the pure, animalistic dominance of having his loyal dragoness… His delicious dragoness, who was unwilling to escape even to save herself, who wanted nothing but to be right where she was. He had offered her freedom with all but an open paw, and she fell into his beak. It would always be that way, even when she knew and understood her doom… deep inside, she knew her answer, her submission, would always be the same.\n\n\tEven when there was no choice but to submit. The tight squeeze of his throat and the closeness of his tongue as her body filled his maw combined to make it next to impossible to find more than a scrap of breathable air. The sharp tip of his beak dug into the small of her back, its twin just past her navel, there for only a moment until he continued. He had no sentiment, with each convulsing swallow. There was no effort to give her more than the few wisps of air that naturally followed her scales inside as he devoured her alive, and much of that found itself squeezed away when his muscles tightened down around her with wet splurches. Surely, she told herself, he was having just as hard a time drawing breath, with his maw so overflowing with his meal… but as he swallowed again, as another gulp rained down around her and his tongue curled around her sides and wandered with a languid delighting luxury, she found herself reminded that he was an experienced predator. She had seen the gryphon hold his breath for minutes, for ages, and that was far longer than she had before there was none of her left to stopper his breath. Gulp after powerful gulp continued her tight passage, swelling his throat and pushing out the feathers obscenely. A tug dragged her legs from beneath his paw, bent over into more than just a submissive bow as the great gryphon scarfed her down with decisive swallows. Pointlessly, she squirmed and fought to wriggle backwards, or even forwards; she would do anything to get away from that oppressive, breath-taking clench of flesh enveloping and squishing her body in on itself. In a way, it worked out for the dragoness, though it only brought her faster into the hungry embrace of her doom. Her snout wormed into the swelling surges of his muscles, sending her all tumbling deeper and deeper than just his tight swallows could reach.\n\n\tA prickling scratch drug across her scales, his claws taking hold for only a moment before he lifted them. That oddly caring gesture gave her just enough room to avoid the painful cut of his razor claws that would have otherwise been dug into both of her legs as he bobbed and tugged her from beneath his paw. For a brief moment, his pads brushed over her blooming lower lips, but in the next, he stole even his grazing digits from her heated arousal with a dip of his beak and tossed her into the back of her throat. Glrrck!, his powerful avian buck subsumed her, another swallowing ulllck of cascading flesh tugging her down with a crushing, resounding hug of muscles that felt like she might have taken to the air. Her breasts smeared into the back of his tongue for an instant, until he swallowed and compressed them tight like two delicious Bundt cakes alongside his main course. The predator’s oppressive throat held nothing back as he swallowed, grinding her breasts with roll after rippling roll of full flesh as her buxom form pressed a lumpy bulge out against his soft gullet.\n\n\tElebris could not see the bulge she made, but it was overwhelmingly clear as her form spread each wave of tight, ravenous muscles apart. The weight of his powerful muscles grinding into her beat into her another smothering wave, drowning her in heavy, hot gasps that only found a mucous saliva and a rare few motes of air and the heated, thick scent of gryphon-breath. Around her, she felt him relaxing his muscles – a familiar motion, much like her own when she had readied herself for his knot. Kiruan drew it out, with each gulping bob fellating the entire form of his dragoness to work her into that final explosive reward that would fill his belly. The powerful swirls of his tongue dipped around her hips, brushed over her tummy, rolled wave after wave around her. All she had to look forward to was her doom within the gryphon’s belly far below, but she still felt proud that even now, her gryphon found himself caught up savoring her flavor and her shape. How long was he lost like that? Buried in the humidity of his gullet, surrounded by the rhythmic thump-thump of his heart, she had only his fleshy swallows to count the time. With each swallow, her hair became more and more of a mat, stickied and splattered against the scales of her back by the manipulating peristaltic tugs. Each breath was more saliva than oxygen, and yet it was somehow barely enough to keep her conscious and aware. In that oxygen deprived place, with only the sensitive nerves of her pert breasts and the wanting beg of her cunny working its way into her mind she succumbed to that moaning arousal. It was all so easy to let herself just be taken away by the entrancing and hypnotic motions of his gullet working ripple after ripple over her form, devouring her and swallowing her down pleasure and all.\n\n\tIn the pure red darkness, under twinge after assaulting twinge of tight flesh dragging her downwards, it felt like her master had decided that she was simply food, to leave even the drizzling drool of her honeypot alone as he satisfied a much more instinctual hunger. With the spicy flavor of her sex on the air, with the musk and muffled groans unwittingly escaping her maw reminding him, everything about her reminded him of her need, until at last he decided to satisfy it. Raising his paw, the gryphon brought his padded toes into the vale of her legs. It was a clumsy grope, more of a grinding dip passing his strong digits into the sticky sweet swollen lips of her folds. Yet, the mash of his fur, the press into her yearning entrance as he took hold brought a moan to her lips, a moan that was quickly swallowed away and muffled into obscurity under the deep red flesh of his throat. Her body bucked, she found herself thrusting, begging him to press deeper, rolling lewd and wanting thrusts that only deepened her inside of him rather than the other way around. It was a rush to feel his dangerous claw tickling over her clit, to feel the dominant press of his pads taking hold. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized rationally that he was making use of her convenient passage to pull her in all the faster, and yet as her flower caught another digit and finally squeezed down around something solid she found herself not minding in the least. \n\n\tSwallowing, pulling, the dragoness found herself quickly entombed in the creaking, stretching tunnel of flesh. Inch by inch, bending her spine with the curve of his gullet until the bulge of her snout finally began to vanish behind Kiruan’s creamy chest feathers. Even as she felt herself shunted through the loose spot that she knew hid his crop, as she sunk down past that without a moment of remorse or hesitation, she could no longer despair. Every moment of fear had been utterly shattered, crushed by the compacting and hungry squeezes of his body, by the dominant drowning deluge he had fed her, by even his predatory visage, until there was just a disastrously willing lump of meat welcoming each swallow. Quivers of pleasure, rolls and wracks battering through her stole away all thought, until at last climax shattered even the scraps of conscious thought clinging to her mind. The abyssal white of pleasure enwrapped her in its arms, squeezed and compressed all around her in what could only be the all-consuming grasp of bliss that sputtered an arcing gout of feminine fluids over the two digits buried in her pussy, mussed and messied his paw buried between her legs. Even that hardly kept him at bay for long, a deep and reverberant growl muffled around her sharing with her his approval of her utter debasement. \n\n\tGlrrrrck-lllck, his swallow drew out around her, wave upon wave of crashing flesh crushing her in the starving embrace of his throat. More and more of her vanished until his the digits of his paw began to tease at the edges of his solid beak. A taut knot of flesh kissed her nose, and the increasing pressure of his powerful swallowing pushed her past the tight entrance of the gryphon’s gut that would invariably seal and trap her away in that digestive tomb of flesh. Heat and acrid acidic scents welcomed her inside, her streamlined muzzle all too easily guiding her inside as though she had been born to be little more than a meal for her master. The pulse of his heartbeat reverberated through his flesh into her ears, rumbled and squished into her with the hot, living heat of his flesh and seemed to echo into the thick chamber, and with his paw grinding into the sensitive flesh of her snatch it only added to the magnificent thrum of pleasure coursing through her body. Again, she felt her passage fluttering in a lewd cascading mirror of the flesh all around her, squeezing and sputtering a spray of drizzling feminine fluids announced her climax. Was it her second, her third? \n\n\tIt was impossible for her to focus on any rational numbers - she could just imagine her petals vanishing over the brink of his tongue, the ravenous gulp sealing her away and devouring her with one last hungry swallow. The same image turned both of them on, drew them both and inexorably linked them as they joined in the beyond-intimate dance of predator and prey. It was more than a simple meal to him - somehow, she knew. She could feel it. Every kick, every squirm, every paltry, pitiful struggle filing his gullet and dancing over the sensitive flesh of his tongue rekindled the embers of arousal that she had left smoldering when he had tugged his knot free. Gluck, he swallowed his dragoness, delight in his pure, greedy dominance over his most loyal companion. Blood rushed to her head, and for moment it felt like she was flying, until she realized that he had lifted his head into the air to claim her with the assistance of gravity. Like she as any other meal, without even the consideration that she could escape. After all, he knew she was broken to him. Her disastrously willing form hadn’t resisted, and even if she began struggling now, she was more than subsumed. All he need to would be to crash his gullet down around her and squeeze the life from to turn her into so much lifeless meat. No, resistance was far from her mind, though fear instead ran through her blood like ice at the acrid tang of acids, and the fetid taste of meats long digested. Fear, and relief, at that air - hot, dank, rank, and nigh unbreathable, but air nonetheless. The half-asphyxiated dragoness found herself coughing and sputtering, even as he\\is continuing gulps worked to pack her into his waiting gut.\n\n\tThe next toss of Kiruan’s head sent the dragoness face-first into squishy, strong walls lining his stomach. Those slimy folds were only the beginning of her worries, though, as his beak closed around the obstruction of her rump, squeezed her tail between her legs, and claimed her. Elebris’s tail pinched painfully against her leg by the unforgiving edge of his beak, and with nothing in the way, his tongue slid into the perfect position to join his paw at the delectable treat between her legs. As though she were little but five-star finger food, he tugged his paw from her nethers with a lewd slrrp, replaced in an instant by the strong, rough flesh of his tongue. The gryphon’s questing lick ground between her swollen lips, and plunged his pointed tongue deep into her snatch with a single-minded slurping thrust of tasting muscle. Somewhere between surprise and overwhelmed, her gasping groan rewarded her with a mouthful of thick and acidic slimes. His tongue wriggled deep inside pulled, each pull tugging against her passage and tasting the spicy rivulets of irresistible draconic pheromones in ways that only made her moan out all the louder into the humid and oppressive air of his belly. It was an invasive pleasure she could do nothing about. Her arms were trapped to her sides, unable to fight against his compressing throat so that she could reach his tongue… so that she could stuff it all the deeper inside. No, all she could do was buck her hips, worm her way with hump after hump into the vanishing squeeze of his gullet so that his tongue could vanish far beyond the light of day into her snatch. The gryphon never stopped, not with a moment, and his tormenting tongue plunged her away, followed her and curled into his beak as he vanished her away with every delighting swallow until the thick flavor of her climaxes were brushed clean of her passage. Even the lingering taste of his flavor from days long past was taken by his tongue in an effort to delight in every last droplet she had to offer.\n\n\tHer master already had her. Elebris bit down on her lip, fighting back a pitiful groan as his slick, tight muscles worked to spread around the flare of her hips. Each inch felt like a mile as she spilled into the hungry, fleshy folds of the great gryphon’s stomach, surrounded in the disastrous acrid heat. Even as he dallied, even as he hung on that last cliff and dangled her on the cruel edge of freedom, his want and need glimmered as clear as if the sun itself shone in the pit of his gut. His throat rolled around her, instinctual swallows rolling against her scales even as his tongue curled, pushed her tunnel up toward her tail and stretched her out. His licking swallow pulled against her until all at once it slurped out, a lewd loud plop! of spattering honeys spraying his beak with the colorful draconic spice. The thick muscle curled and cupped around her lips, dipped between her legs and even teased at her tail hole with a purr of thick, dominant pleasure. The gryphon was using her as a toy, she realized as she hung there with his throat squeezing the breath out of her. It was a battle to hold back the moans that would only grace her lungs with the hot, acrid tang of slimes his stomach ground into her. Gulp after ponderous gulp pulled her from his tongue, even as he stretched to keep its tip brushing lick after countless lick as close as it could to her aching sex. The rough surface of his tongue had quite nearly worked her raw, and yet it was impossible to deny the shuddering pleasure. For the third time an orgasm crashed over her as she climaxed, as her sex tugged over his tasting flesh even as his body pulled her ever so drippingly slowly deeper. More. She wanted more, more licks, for him to press deeper… it invaded her mind until deeper became her entire world, as her purple scales simply vanished away with a close of his beak against her legs. \n\n\tThe quivering crash of muscles filled her, surrounded her, pulled down around her scales and overwhelmed her mind. The impervious, powerful keratin of his beak surrounded her in that final rolling swallow, a toss of his beak dashing his tongue against her sticky folds with a ravenous passion. Then it hit. Gl-ulllck! A raining cascade of fear pulled her inwards, one last frantic whirl of her tail through the air. It wasn’t a struggle – no, it was one last loving gesture, brushing her powerful tip through the soft prickle of his neck feathers, around the back of his head and into the strong feathers of his crest. Muscles pulsed down around her, and with a single yearning pull, she dove face-first into her doom with pure, reckless, desirous abandon. His tongue tipped her back, pressed up against her and then she was gone beyond that last point. With nothing to stop his throat, with nothing else for his gullet to catch on, even the faint hope that all of this might have been a dominant predatory tease was shattered deep inside of her. The dragoness was now turning into little but a handsome lump in his creamy neck, slipping down swallow after eager swallow, and the inching progress she had made before became a heart-pounding tumble down into the belly of the beast.\n\n\tElebris’s legs caught on his tongue as it swirled, as the gryphon made a frantic effort to taste and lather all of her untouched scales with hot, salivating licks. The tight ring of muscle that marked the entrance of his stomach spread wider and sealed terribly tightly around her arms in a way that only compounded the realization of her utter entrapment. As a hazy plan to kick crossed her mind, his beak simply closed down around her legs, trapped her tail, her ankles, and treated them all like so much a single thick noodle of strong, nutritious muscles. His gulp pushed her shoulders into the slimy embrace of his gut, and forced her into a curl that would not cease until all of her had been devoured and tucked into the core of her bestial master. The dragoness could picture the bulge in his neck, how the squirming shape of something living slipped deeper and deeper with each swallow. It was a shame, she found herself thinking, that she could not be in two places at once, that she could not reach out to offer the handsome bulge a massage and work it all the faster so she could finish off his satisfaction while his meal stewed. How many times had she helped his meal make that final plunge, how often had her hands been the one that guided a doomed soul to curl up within her stomach? Now she was the meal. Countlessly many she had fed to him, until today when finally it was her turn, and like all the rest his fleshy belly welcomed her with wall after strong wall of muscles. Food. That was all she was now, as her neck bent forward, as her shoulders squeezed together between his muscles, as the sac bent her body and her strong form fought not to break under the slick, tight walls spreading around her. The steamy heat surrounded her in the fiery sauna of his gut, hot slimes seeping from the walls, both lubricant and more… But it didn’t’ burn her scales. Not yet. It was still only the beginning, after coming what seemed like leagues.\n\n\tOutside, her feet dangled from his beak, though with every intent toss of his neck her ankles slipped into the delighting curl of his proud tongue. Eagerly he worked her down, trying to claim that last little bit of her… but a sly smile turned up the edges of his beak as his eyes caught the twitching tip of her tail, still so full of energy. From the inside, it was impossible to fathom what purpose he had when the curve of his neck bent down and her tail felt the ground brush beneath it… But, in a moment more, the familiar weight of his paw landing on it like a cat pouncing upon a stray string. His powerful digits kept her there, pressing upon the base of her feet with his wrist with a reflexive glurk of convulsing throat muscles as he forced her into the vale of powerful muscles. Swallow after swallow worked to overstuff his stomach, keeping her tail in his paw as long as he could, until at last even that beautiful, long length stretched straight and pulled against his pads. Even then, he was not done. Taking its tip between two digits, he pinched it and lifted his head, teasingly dangling the last of her over the yawning precipice of his beak. From within, she found her heart fluttering again, as he treated her like so much a mouse dangled over a lion’s maw to amuse her owner. Indeed, it was impossible to think otherwise – his possessive purr and savoring growl around her, his playing, teasing motions, all that drew out and exacerbated her situation buried her into that position. A toy for him. With a dull slurp, her breasts popped free into his stomach, then the rest of her chest. Far above his beak closed around her tail, with a push of his digits feeding her tail inside.\n\n\tClick. The gryphon’s beak snapped into place with a worrisome quake about the tip of her twitching tail. Elebris clearly felt the cool air of the outside world as a terrible tease against her scales, brushed away again by the humid bursts of his breaths. Kiruan’s tongue curled and rolled under her, a heavy slurping lick over her claws and against the soft scales of her feet, all as he fought back the desire to swallow that last bit of her. Stuck deep inside, she knew it wasn’t sentimental hesitation. No, it was one last tormenting tease of the freedom so close, yet so far away, claimed as easily as the rest of her with one concussive, full-bodied glluck! The last flick of his tongue pulled her tail inside his beak, and with a tip of his neck, she slid backwards. For one panicked moment, she tried to curl her tail around anything – his tongue, his muscles, anything that might have saved her, only to find what she already knew far too well. The great gryphon’s beak offered her tail no purchase at all. Then she was finished. His gullet trapped the dragoness, pushed her inexorably farther and farther down. With no inch of her body spared the hot, hungry embrace of his, there was no longer any denying her fate – no questioning that now she was simply his food. She had been used, abused, treated as a toy and filled so thoroughly with his pleasure until every scale of a once-proud dragoness was utterly and completely his. \n\n\tThe great predator tossed his head back, showing off for all the world to see his handsome crest, and the thick swell of dragoness, rounded around her hips and the tangle of a bulge that was her legs and tail. From inside, it was a confusing jumble as the poor dragoness crashed into herself, collected into a tight ball within his stomach. The powerful walls hugged around Elebris, massaged and helped pull her from the too-tight embrace of his gullet, but the power squeezing against her threatened in each moment as she swelled out that sac of flesh to bend her too far. Squelch, flesh crashed into her ear, and bubbled. He had eaten her alive. The lewd splorches of acrid slimes seeped into her scales, lubricated her scales with a disastrous heat that only helped her fit. She could feel her shoulder and her back pressing out against the surface of his tummy, even as she tumbled and it became the top of her head, the point of her knee as it almost dashed into her chin. \n\n\tThere was simply too much meat for her all to fit in comfortably. More worrisome was the rapid descent of her tail, of her legs, forcing more and more of her to pack into the tightening sac. The ring of muscles worked waves into her scales as it fed her inside, each strong glp of his gullet giving her proud tail no choice but to roll deeper. In sudden blinding panic, she found herself shoving, struggling and twisting, kicking as she fought to push back up through that entrance while it was still open, before… before… The dragoness knew what would happen, but it was impossible to move more than a few inches, impossible to fight against the hot, flexible walls that only squished back down around her turns with powerful squeezing muscles. More, as she struggled, his gut bore down on her, reflexively crushing the life and struggle from her with a vice-squeeze, living flesh enveloping her from every side. With no way to resist, with nothing to do but flick her tail its tip slipped inside, and she felt knew, though she couldn’t see it, that the entrance sealed in a natural wave of muscles… and locked her away inside the caustic chamber.\n\n\tImmediately, her surroundings felt so much hotter. The gryphon’s powerful heart beat a slow, thrumming the indomitable beat of his life into her dark prison. It surrounded her, muscles and flesh and bubbly, natural noises squishing about her, and as though fed by his desire alone the muscles of his belly rippled around her and worked her tighter into a ball. It was all she could do to spread her knees so she could keep them from ramming into her head, and her tail nearly crimped under the convulsing muscles, even when she pulled it free around her and his gut worked her into a tight fetal position. The caustic scent of digestive slime seeped around her, coating her in the slick, deadly mucous that only helped conduct the almost cooking heat of his belly into her scales. His flush flesh all but ground into her crevices, filling every nook washing away the protective sheen of saliva and even the acrid marking earlier that had made her descent all the easier.\n\n\t“Nng… gah!” Elebris yelped, though even that was more a gasp that was all too quiet to do more than echo dully about his entombing gut. This was her fate. The dragoness's fate was to be his, and every crashing squeeze reminded her. The pulling squish of flesh working on prying her legs apart, on grinding against her tail and rolling soft, strong folds in an attempt to slather her intimates all of it was pushing her toward fulfilling her destiny as food. She was his. To use, to abuse, and to swallow away… even when it meant she would never resurface again. A particularly powerful squeeze made Elebris gasp out in discomfort, only to immediately cough and hack as the air offered no relief. Only caustic gases met her lungs as they quickly overpowered and inundated the too-thin air she had brought in with her, bringing a haze to her mind as she began to fade. All too slowly, she began to feel herself tiring, but she knew it would not be fast enough…. A slight itching tingle already bothered at the sensitive flesh in her nethers, beneath her tail and within her throat. Even her eyes, tightly closed against the all-consuming heat and darkness, began to complain. Yet, she would be a loyal toy, a loyal slut to the very end. Fear… she could not let fear overcome her. Even if she did, even if she thrashed and struggled and kicked, what would that accomplish? She would only end up worsening her condition, making her body all too easy for his to digest. Perhaps, it would allow her to use up her handful of air, before the worst of the process had her writhing… but, as the tingling itch travelled into her private depths, as it turned into a subtle burn against her revealed pink folds, she realized with a ragged exhale of excitement that she was looking forward to the experience. To experience what his belly would unleash on her, as her master digested her, worked her away in that last, pure, unstoppable attempt to turn every last scale of hers into energy for his muscles, for fuel for his gryphic form.\n\n\tKiruan would certainly not disappoint. Great muscles ground down from every side into her, pressed in only to relax and finish their smear gently across her body. Even at its strongest, even when it bore down on her with all the pressure of a gryphon lying upon a wet cardboard box, it felt paradoxically soft and forgiving. The flexible flesh held the dragoness, supported her, rolled her about as though in a hammock bathing in the hot summer’s sun. She was so exhausted, so thoroughly abused that while he hung limply and allowed that hungry sac to work her to his heart’s content, it was all too easy to begin drifting in that tired haze. The increasingly stale air around her was no help, nor was the steamy soak of acidic slimes working into her. Gripping muscle kneaded into her scales, all but groping her every curve as he worked weary, softness, and digestion into her limbs. The gryphon’s body almost seemed to want to lull her into a deep black slumber. Even when it pulsed down too tight and pinched her tail around her back, it was hard to focus on the discomfort, or anything besides the churning maelstrom of his stomach working diligently over her. Between the concussive massage of squelching flesh around her and the shifting tumble of his rocking muscles, the challenge of staying awake only grew. Kiruan only made it all the harder when he began moving. Her prison swayed back and forth, rocking like a cradle in the wind as she realized that the gryphon was stalking off. Where was he going? Probably, she found herself thinking in the dim miasma, returning to his nest, or perhaps to patrol the depths of his forest. After all, he had come out of his usual territory and closer to civilization in their chase. Even after the faint hope of escape had been dashed by her carnal submission, he would need to return to enjoy his meal stewing within. Elebris fought back a groan, a spark of both arousal and tingling slimes as she realized that anyone who came across the wild creature that had devoured her would only see a bulged, gorged gut. Not any sign of an intelligent dragoness, and less sign of struggle below the content beak. Few, she knew, would dare try to take a meal from such a fierce predator.\n\n\tGrrrrn, His stomach churned and groaned as it squeezed down around her, going from tight to tighter, before letting up, only to return with a strong clench before she had any time at all to recover. A pinch twanged from her tail, up her back, and a twinge from her toes as his gut churned and bent her tighter against herself, pushing her snout between her knees, tighter into a ball. Mercilessly and diligently, his muscles worked to digest her, each trickling droplet of emulsifying slimes rolling down and soaking into her scales. Gasping again in the pure, deep red darkness, Elebris didn’t even have the strength to choke against the acrid tingle as her lungs filled. It was impossible to focus on that as her every muscle reported a fiery bubbling under the continued onslaught of his body. She soaked in the raining ooze, and the steamy heat only seemed to grow hotter, broiling as her predator’s body kept it all in. It seemed as though she was cooking inside, slowly softening and becoming tender until she was little but a delicacy. Escape… escape could save her this burning pain. Perhaps, if she could ride the next clench and burst her snout right against the entrance of her stomach, she could kick out with her legs and push herself back into his throat. It wasn’t too late to escape this digestive fate, she tried to convince herself… Oh, her nethers would ache as they recovered from that caustic bath, and her lips would be terribly cracked and blistered, but she would live. Yet, even as she pushed with her knees, moved herself with his stomach’s continued churning and turned her head into the next undulating, squeezing, clenching knead of flesh, a darker instinct bubbled to the surface of her mind. It told her simply to relax, to let his stomach work her away and mingle their genetic structure. To escape would be life, but if she stayed, she would be his… not just his, but she would join with him in the way that had been hard coded into her species. Eat, or be eaten – she had known, even before she met him that it would likely come to this, and end with her in her mate’s belly. \n\n\tEven so, she had to try! Didn’t she? It was all so confusing, compounded by the airless dizzy brought on by the caustic chamber as air thinned into less breathable gasses. Food… she was his food, his meal; she would be a loyal piece of meat to the end, and even if she did try to escape she knew there was little hope of an honest escape. After all, she would have to worm her way back up his gullet, fight against the constant swallowing work of muscles, gravity, fight for every inch clinging to slimy, slick walls that would offer no purchase, only to work her way back into his deadly beak. Then his paws, his wings would face her… and once already, he had caught her, when she had boasted a good night of sleep and had all of her strength at her disposal to attempt to break free.\n\n\tThe tingling itch seeping into her body sparkled, its burn turned into a disquieting pain that made her want to smear her scales against the lining of her stomach, grind herself into his muscles, anything that would free her of the digestive fire working over her. Kicking and paddling with her arms, it was a struggle, but as pointless as all the rest – the motion only helped get the acidic slimes into untouched crevices, under her arms, deeper into her nethers. Sqlrch, her feet splattered against the firm base of his stomach, almost surely bulging out against his feathered tummy, even as she dove forward against the clenched entrance of his stomach., diving in a blind attempt forward… only to find pure shock as her snout pushed through the tight muscle, back into the oppressive tightness above! Splrch, the lewd sound welcomed her back into his throat, surrounded by roiling flesh as she rose. For a single moment, she was stunned. Never once in all her time with the gryphon had she seen any of his prey breach their way back into his throat, toward freedom. Even those brief forays that had taken her into the embrace of his crop and threatened to consume her entirely had taught her that his muscles were an immovable weight lift when he wanted otherwise. Power always forced her to his whim. The dragoness fought away the surprise, replaced it with a fearful hope that perhaps, perhaps he might let her free, or that she could even win her way out of his craw to clamber back into the fresh air. Away from the digestive pain still churning against her lower body… A wiggling push worked one shoulder into the slick flesh of his throat, then with a lunge the other burst in alongside her, wiggling against the pull of gravity, the solid tug of muscles instinctually trying to pull her back down, each pulse threatening to send her straight back where she belonged. The slightest slip and her fate as food would surely be sealed, as she knew she had not the strength to push free again.\n\n\tYet, that same hope dropped like a rock, dropped like a limp rabbit into a gryphon’s belly as he spoke, around and above his struggling bulge.\n\n\t“Mnrr, my prey thinks it can escape me…? Oh, my little slut… have you forgotten? You are mine.” Kiruan’s deep voice was an earthquake in his throat, and he punctuated his words with a single, incredible, powerful rolling swallow. Ullll-gck! Like coils of a great snake crushing the life from its prey, his muscles dashed into her shoulders, creaked against her bones and crushed down on her face, tugging her downwards into the abyssal belly of the beast. That little lump that had managed to impose itself back into the creamy feathers of his neck vanished again with just one swallow, and regardless of all her might trying to keep her legs straight ,the weight of what felt like a mountain of swallowing flesh bent her knees, and she collapsed. It was a cave in, crammed back into the possessive squeeze of his stomach. His gut seemed to take life from its prey’s attempted escape, grinding its powerful muscles down against her as it geared up yet again, burrowing and pressing in from every size, clasping and clenching down all around her to squeeze the very life from her. Somewhere above, she heard a relaxed belch, let loose with a stray strand of beautiful strawberry blonde hair as his belly removed all the excess space and entrenched her in the broiling hell of digestive slimes. Each crash ground against her scales, brushed so powerfully over her weakened form that she felt dully as it claimed first a few, then more, and more. That was it… without her scales, she was just meat, not even a dragon any more… simply food. Around her, little orange and purple scales decorated his flesh, though thankfully in the darkness she could not see herself coming apart and mingling with the digestive slime. Even had there been light, her eyes were closed tight against the burning onslaught, yet she could still feel them tickle against her cheeks as the turmoil of his muscles mixed the hot, slick slimes about her. Slowly and surely, his belly worked her protective coat away, until she was more than just naked. There was nothing else between her and his satisfaction. Outside, he lifted a paw, which had momentarily braced against the ground when she had been active again, but now that she finally relaxed, it curled in to feel his bulged tummy. The handsome bulge squished beneath his pads, and he teased possessively, a low growl that she almost certainly could not hear, “All mine…”\n\n\tAbove her, the entrance to his stomach tightened, softly twitching as its muscles worked themselves into a knot of impenetrable flesh… and the dragoness knew then that she would not be able to push through to freedom again. Questioningly, she begged at the entrance, huffed a deep breath in the airless environment trying to find something fresher, some remnant to keep her going, but even that was a faint wisp of hope, brought down to her by that concussive final swallow. His muscle didn’t give at all, refused to budge... Elebris could have laughed. It had been nothing more than a tease, all along. The slowly rising pool of steaming fluids bubbling around her worked inch after inch higher, tingling into the small of her back, rising around the curled coils of her tail and washing a pure fire into her sex, against sensitive and ever reddening skin, and for the umpteenth time his stomach collapsed down around her. Splorch, gurgling fluids bubbled around her, each noisy groaning worked through her, into her nostrils, soaking into her ruined hair, and as his muscles relaxed at last and gave her a moment of respite from the too-close climate of his stomach and the swampy digestive mire she tried… simply to get more comfortable. It was hard, as she felt her tail tangling around herself, and the walls of his belly turned her away from the sight of its sealed entrance… the impossible exit of his stomach, and instead embroiled her back into the world of its eager churn. Sweltering darkness began to take over her, aching into her throat and her lungs with the chemical flavor of air that was not air, all bringing the realization that oxygen had finally left her be. There was nothing to breathe but the caustic gasses of her own digestion, nothing that could give her any energy to fight with, and it left her locked away in the belly of the beast with the singular fate of digestion. There was no need for energy for her. She was the meal.\n\n\tNo, all Elebris had to do was succumb. At every turn, her master had bested her. The great predator had caught her again and again and again, only to ravage her every time. Grrrl, his stomach groaned, vibrating nearly as much as his own purrs would quake his body into the pockets of thick, hot ‘air’ as they pushed slimy rivulets of drizzling dressing over her scales. Each squeeze tossed her and the slick fluids in his stomach like a salad until every inch of her body shone with that hot slather, until she could be broken down. She managed a pathetic kicking squirm, which only brought another reflexive squeeze of stomach muscles bearing down on their prey again. Under their embrace, the very breath was squeezed out of her, each roll of flesh digging into her skin until the burning tingle of digestion began to seep even into her bones. Slowly, she was digesting, succumbing as surely as any other meat in a gryphon’s strong belly. Once, she had boasted a resilient, strong body, that of a proud and matchless dragon. How many had she twisted to her will with only her tail? Now that strong muscle did the same with every squeeze, reinforcing her position little more than meat, finding no contest from a will long since broken by the mind-devouring strength and virility of her master. She felt herself worked under each knead, melted into protein-rich fuel for his body. It seemed almost as though it was happening to someone else – someone else moaned a mingled mixture of pain and acceptance that was lost under the grumbling, happy noises that themselves were muffled by his feathers. Her mind wandered to his venture, where he might be walking. It was impossible to tell from within, though she could feel him turn, feel the occasional clench of muscles as his belly swung between his legs and his muscles worked to keep her in place as he ducked beneath something. The gryphon’s gait was calm, his heart a steady and sure beat around her, drumming an otherworldly calm into her cleansing bath. The cloying heat, the ever-thinning breath brought her mind far away from the horrifying reality of her digestion.\n\n\tYet, the muscles around her seemed intent on reminding her. His gut mashed down upon her from every side, mushing hot slimes into her body, into her digesting flesh repeatedly brushing the destructive heat, the melting and slick slimes into the core of her being. Elebris could feel herself vanishing away under the flood of enzymes, joining with the ever-rising pool of burning juices massaged into his meal, over the nape of her neck and across her belly, into her back. The sloshing waves lapped over her breasts, and she realized dully that the last of her scales had long since been eroded from her body, and were likely washing against her in the thick muddying soup of her prison. High on the caustic fumes, she was more than overwhelmed, such that when she heard a resounding crack, at first she thought of a branch, snapping under her master’s paw in his journey. But it was too loud, too loud there was something wrong, as it vibrated through her… snap¸ it sounded like the branches she tripped over, in that ill-managed haste that could not evade the gryphon. His muscles were so tight, so consuming, and as each grind tucked her tighter, as she felt herself curling much too far, and farther still with each unnerving crick of muscles kneading and grinding her into that hot space. Another crackle echoed through her confines, and at last she realized it wasn’t wood that was breaking – no, it was her body. Bones softened by each pounding pulse, soaked for what must have been hours now, they were finally giving way. The hot, cooking slimes basted her body, and like a thanksgiving turkey after cooking for only he knew how long, she was finally coming apart under the oppressive, omnipresent ministrations of his gut. \n\n\tIt should have been shockingly painful, Elebris realized, but her head was swimming against the current of unconsciousness. When had her snout slipped beneath the hot fluids? Squelch¸ the grumbling muscles announced, rolling through the thick, digestive slimes that were an ocean around her, each groan as sure and strong as the last. Red-hot darkness took over, enveloped her mind, overwhelmed her body at last as it surrounded her with the ceaseless avalanche of his muscles still working over her body. Somewhere far off, she felt the stinging burn and the deadly numbness that came from soaking for far too long in an acid bath, but it could not matter any longer. All she had left was a final bubbling burble, exhaling, and she blacked out, her last breath taking a lungful of magmatic slimes. As though his stomach could feel its meal’s last reserves fading, it clutched down inwards, ground and subsumed her in its hugging, soft, unforgiving embrace. Her proud from was compressed, lost, muddied far beyond anything that was a recognizable dragoness, even as the very last of that air as it escaped his delicious meal.\n\n\tUrrraap! Kiruan belched happily, curling the sound with his tongue as he let it spray from his beak, and it quickly trailed off into a rumbling, growling purr as he let her last breath escape. The roaring burp shook the trees, and scattered a flock of crows nearby with several indignant caws. In the time since he had devoured his dragoness, the gryphon had worked his way back into the deeps of the forest, and back to where his territory. The hidden nest, tucked into a grove of trees, awaited him, and between his legs hung the satisfying weight of his now-limp meal. A proud tingle danced through his sheath as he let the reality wash over him. He was intimately aware of his dragoness’s stilling, as each step of his prowl had been to exacerbate her situation `and almost the moment she stopped resisting his belly, his bulge had scrunched inwards. Even now, above the sound of each heavy paw fall, he could hear and feel as his belly compressed. Crick, his handsome bulge folded in on itself, shrunk as once-strong bones snapped, cracking against his muscles until within there was little but a lump of meat swelling the belly of the happy gryphon. The edges of his beak turned up in a smug smile, utterly and completely victorious. He boasted the look of a predator who had never expected the day to turn out any other way. Yes, he knew, the moment when she ran that she could flee, but never for a moment would she escape. Now… nevermore. She was his. There was no need to say it any longer. Elebris could never leave his side again.\n\n\tWith a rustle, Kiruan unfolded his wings and spread them wide. All it took was a single flap, and his lunging pounce launched him into the air. After all, his day had just begun… and he had already been satisfied, completely and thoroughly in every want. He had tasted his mate, and her climax. She had done the same for his seed, stuffed herself with a delicious strawberry cream, and been loyal even to the ends of all her preyish instincts told her to flee. The gryphon could not blame her for such momentary lapses. They did not matter, in the end. No, in every way, in every instant that matters, she gave herself to him, and submitted. They were one… her, and the handsome, powerful leonine gryphon. There would be no need to hunt for a week, perhaps even two. Hunger… hunger would be no problem at all, with such thorough satiation. Arousal, on the other paw, twinged already between his legs, stoked by the bellyful of dragoness… and now, there was no way to soothe it waiting for him in his nest. Indeed, he would need to look for another hapless individual to spear with his barbed spire. That would go on… while Elebris, the delicious, delightful, strong dragoness would follow only in muscle, in the body that was the result of her hard-worked handiwork. She was simply another meal for a gryphon.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Losing a Dangerous Game
By Emberell

\tAn ominous rustle roiled the treetops, cutting through the otherwise bright and comforting light shining through the forest’s canopy. It seemed everywhere was a shadow that could hide a predator, that every tree and thicket might hide something just waiting to pounce.

\tEscape. The word screamed in Elebris’s mind, called for her to get away to safety that she knew was just on the other side of the forest. Civilization and freedom awaited her there, and then she could figure out why her damned portals had failed her at every turn.

\tCrack, a breaking branch echoed, and her orange muzzle darted toward the sound. Surely, the sound was his, pursuing her in her brazen effort to escape. The dragoness shivered, and dug her clawed toes from their fearful grasp of the forest floor. She managed to convince herself into a run, darted around a gnarled tree and into the next thicket. Branches snapped and whipped by her in her frightened haste, forgotten as she twisted beneath a bush and came up to the wind as it changed directions. There was the soft scent of earth, and a duller scent of leafy plants, but on that breeze wafted a dangerous scent.

\tElebris recognized the faintly strawberry scent. Its masculine odor belonged to the gryphon that had captured her, stolen her freedom and violated her. It was a reminder of his virility, of his many, many punishments, and she found herself rooted in place. Move! She yelled inwardly to her legs, trying to convince herself to pull free and continue running. He had never hesitated to take his pleasure out on her… she knew, if she stayed he would once more, spread and spear her wide with that disastrously, blushingly canon-like cock of his.

\tNo, the dragoness reminded herself, You mustn’t let yourself think such thoughts, Elle. Get away, before he catches you… You know that if he catches you, he’ll never let you go again. You know from experience how much he meant that promise to devour you, if you could not get away. Away. She had to get away, had to escape. She repeated the urge in her mind, but a flex from her nethers stopped her with another shudder through her too-immobile body. She managed, barely, to stumble forward with a step, and wrenched her clawed toes from the earth. Yet, was hampered – her hands went to hide her nubile purple scales away from prying eyes. Just the memory of his barbs, the memory of his incessant strike hitting every deep inch within her brought her pause. A memory, clear as day, of his soft tummy feathers and his bestial weight pressing into her back as he thrust again and again mashing into her pleasure button… Oh, to enjoy his satisfaction like that again… She shook her head defiantly. Where had her pride gone? Once, she had tried to stand up to him, to fight him and bend his knees with her portals; but, it had been her instead who had bent over the river, taken and abused in an animalistic fury by the gryphon.

\tIf she just had her portals, he would fear her… Wouldn’t he…? No, she thought, even then he would overcome her. It was her place to be his toy, his slut, his… Elebris shook her head, as though to dispel that train of thoughts like so many cobwebs, only to find she had stopped dead in her tracks again. She couldn’t let him win! Yet, just the image of giving in and dropping to her knees, of submitting once more to her master crippled her. How close was she to the edge of the forest? One league, perhaps two at most, to her liberation. Perhaps, it was through the tree line in front of her, if only she could convince herself to keep going.

\t“Move, Elle!” She growled aloud, a pleading whisper to her legs. It felt like she was trying to lift blocks of pure lead, for how much cooperation they answered her urgent words. After all, it wouldn’t be so bad to let him catch her…

\tLost in the battle between the battle of wits, between her fearful hope for freedom and a disastrous desire for more of his brand of pleasure, she was easy prey. All she got was a flash of a hint, a single shadow behind a tree out of the corner of her eyes, before she a powerful crash of muscles and leonine power pulled her to the ground. The weight of a paw pushed Elebris’s breath from her body as she found herself pinned on her back, looking up at the familiar sight of the hawk-gryphon she knew so well. Kiruan, wreathed in strong chocolate brown feathers, stood tall and all too smug. A powerful yellow beak clicked his satisfaction that made her tail quiver in anticipation, and just the sight of his creamy yellow tummy fur reminded her that she had to breathe. A gasping rush of air brought in his virile scent, much stronger now that she found herself directly beneath him. The thick musk of a gryphon stud, heady with the scent of his fertile strawberry seed burned softly in her snout. His powerful paw pushed down against her chest, stood and spread against her and in that moment, he stole her breath away.

\tPure, predatory desire glimmered in his eyes. She recognized that sparkle well. As a once-powerful predator, she had worn it time and time again. Doom awaited her, that gaze promised, claimed her body and soul in that self-satisfying once-over. Escape once more tangled with fear in the back of her throat. With a push of her tail into the carpet of leaves that decorated the forest floor, she tried to lift herself, kicked and dub her heels into the earth. Her plan was to vault free from underneath him in a single pushing twist worm away from his paw so she could properly free, but all she gained for her struggle was his strong digits pressing harder down upon her. The gryphon’s sharp claws poked into her breasts as that powerful paw groped shamelessly at her and squashed her breasts down. He was playing with his meal, she realized… For a single moment, she prepared for his beak to swoop down and end it all, to end their play of cat and mouse. There was no escape…

\t“It was terribly easy to catch you, my delicious little treat.” Smug satisfaction drooled from his deep voice, even as his paw at last relented a little and she gasped in fresh air. “It seems you are destined to be mine. I gave you a chance for your life… but you simply could not escape my power.”

\t“I never had any hope of escaping you, master,” She found herself saying, with a teasing lick of her tongue out across her lips. She stretched, and showed off her curvy form to his paw as she went on, “I couldn’t resist you, in the end… It seems you’ll have to punish your little slut for trying to escape. I’m sure you have a punishment more than befitting the crime in mind…?”

\tFor a moment, her sultry and seductive words echoed across the forest and hung in the air as an open invitation for him to do just that. With an eager, heart-fluttering anticipation, she awaited his doubtlessly intent reply. She felt the grope of his paw at her chest still, and as she waited, she tried to heave her breasts against his sensitive pads. She managed to disguise it, clumsily, as an attempt to escape, though in the end it still ground her desire up into his paw. She knew that he would satisfy that tingling itch, and utterly silence that destructive need to be his… She was so sure of her ‘unlucky’ fate, that when his paw lifted from her and instead landed on the bridge of his beak, she was surprised.

\t“Elle…” He dropped character for a moment, with a bemused smile, “You do know that your character is supposed to be afraid of her predator, don’t you? My little dragoness has been abused and taken advantage of for countless moons… You shouldn’t want to be captured by the very same gryphon whose ultimate intention is to fulfill your destiny as his meal.”

\tFor a moment, the dragoness just gaped up at him. With a shake of her head, her jaws closed and she rose to her knees, then to her feet. Brushing a few leaves from her rear, she stood tall and rounded o him.

\t“Hush, master Kiruan. I can’t help that the thought of you catching me made it difficult to concentrate on anything but the consequences…” Elebris blushed, and drew a hand down her body in a way that showed off her diamond-hard nipples, and the pinkening folds already swollen with excitement between her legs. “I can hardly think about escaping, when all that I want is you…”

\tThe gryphon all but gaped at the sight. She recognized the signs: his eyes were wide, his creamy sheath flexed and swelled between his hind legs, and most of all his tongue teased out to lick the anticipation of her flavor from his beak. Kiruan stepped forward and nuzzled across her cheek, until the hard, cool surface was right by her ear. His masculine, deep, dominant voice almost made her melt as he dropped back into the moment.

\t“Yes, my slut… You need to learn. Perhaps I cannot have a fleeing dragoness, but I can have you. I will show you why you should want to flee, what drives your feet away from my beak…” His rough tongue snuck again from within his hard beak, and rolled out over her lower ear, trailing saliva up to her second until he gathered it and pulled it into a dominant nibble. Finally, his deep, sure, unquestionable voice commanded, “Kneel.”

\tHis claiming tongue brought a weak shudder to her knees as his dominant beak sought her ear and submission both. For a moment, Elebris found her breath caught in her throat, trapped by his command and pulled back down by the gravity in his voice. Her master intended to punish her… fear cloyed her lungs and made it harder to breathe, along with his musk toying at her snout. Was it truly fear that she felt? The gryphon intended to take her safety, her well-being and toss it aside entirely for his pleasure, and though she knew that to defy him now would only make her fate worse…. A small part of her yearned for that lingering torment of his, for that terrible, wonderful torture that would ravage her body and leave her unable to walk once he was done. Dimly, she found that part of herself nodding. Her fate was in his hands – was it her desire that buckled her knees, or was it that part of her that hoped she might preserve her life by giving in to him now? Both, she decided. Trapped here, trapped by the powerful muscles of her owner, her master… her predator that promised to be destructively pleasing, she felt free, and for a brief moment, powerful. Oh, she would tend to every desire and urge he had. Even… the dragoness swallowed hard around the lump of her fear… even if his desire meant devouring her whole being to sate every last appetite he had.

\tKiruan wasted no time. As soon as her knees met the moss and leaves that carpeted the forest floor, he closed the last inches between them with a meaningful step. Inspired by the sight of her voluptuous body revealed without a wisp of clothing, his next step brought him over her, and his paw brushed over her head, guiding her further into her submissive kneel. His warm feathers prickled against her scales, a downy prickle as soft and warm as she remembered, laced with the spicy scent of his virile, masculine flavor passed against her as her ears and the back of her head brushed through his tummy fur. The scent only deepened as her head met the inevitable mountain of his sheath, and pressed into the soft fuzz so full of throbbing arousal. The gryphon was already stoked by the chase, and the barest touch of her scales was all that his pointed, barbed tip needed to tease free. The gryphon’s voice floated from above and behind her, entrenching her ever deeper in that devious position.

\t“My my… so eager to be my plaything, my dragoness couldn’t even imagine escaping.” With every word, his heavy sheath wobbled, and jiggled obscenely with the last step into place. Its tip pointed threateningly at her muzzle, brushed catching barbs at her scales. A spurt of precum jetted out to paint her cheek, striking her with the dull realization that as he approached she was just kneeling there like an eager slut. The final nail in that image came when her tongue, against her mental insistence, danced from her lips, and pulled her muzzle forward to decorate his tip and her lips wit\\h the anticipation. Just a hint of his musk, his heady flavor, oddly strawberry took hold on her taste buds. Somewhere above he was talking again, reaffirming that submissive place into her once more, “Your feeble flight was tripped up by the desire in your body. I can feel the heat in your scales: you want to be mine.”

\t“You failed to realize, my scrumptious snack… that you were already mine. So loyal, I had thought to give you one chance to return to that life you once lived, were you able to escape my beak on this day. Yet, in the end, you gave yourself to me willingly. You bow, here, now, in this forest, to become mhrrriii-,”

\tElebris cut him off with a deft swipe of her tongue, a swirl around his tip as she smeared that loyal nose of hers against his lower head, in a passionate kiss as though it were his beak instead, kissed as deep as she could. Oh, how his words inspired in her that urge, that disastrous urge that clenched and twitched in her sex. Her body begged for her to continue, begged her to taste at that musky meat. The smoky flavor hung in her nose, stuck to her tonsils with a hot splash of precum into her jaws. The dragoness suckled it down like a good little calf. Lewd slrrrps rolled out, followed by lascivious mrrrling moans of approval. They were her moans, she thought, as she bobbed her head again over his revealed length and dove her nose into the soft, slick flesh within his sheath. Cradled by that hot, musky flesh, enveloped by the hot fur outside and coated with his personal oils and scent, it would be all but impossible to wash that scent away. Yet, the part of her that might want it gone was fading with the last of her resistance, quieted and quelled by that submissive urge to satisfy her addiction to his flavor. Her tongue rolled against his barbs, tugged at their soft flesh and caught gently around her taste buds. They weren’t sharp ,but they would no doubt leave her throat red… and that simple thought brought her bobbing her head, pulling to urge the rest of his length out into the light of day, to be hidden away again within her maw.

\tThe gryphon above her moaned out a groaning and quaking noise that shook through the rest of his body as a delighted purr. Elebris smiled – or, tried to smile as best she could, with her lips spread around his length, pushed apart more as she nibbled against the rapidly swelling spire. Her fingers pushed into the crook between her legs, and she realized with an ever-deepening blush that her idle hands had decided to help. Several fingers dove knuckle-deep into her fluttering passage, dug in as her other hand found his full sac. The hot weight of his balls jangled in her fingers, draped with musk both outside and inside as she brushed through the thin down and came away with a slight sheen of perspiration. His silky coat was thinnest there, and she could feel the slosh inside of cum just waiting to burst free. She fought the urge to gasp, just in time as a jet of pre splashed warmly over her gullet – there was so much seed just waiting to be released… her heartbeat powerfully under her chest, threatening to burst free as anticipation caught her once again. The eruption would surely fill her gullet twice over, and flood out in a splattering spill... but she swallowed around the flesh in her maw.

\tFear would not stop her, with its frightening promise of a drowning deluge would not bring her pause. She was determined… No, indeed, that anticipation only brought her to draw at his tip with more fervor, to bob her head and paint the back of her tongue with his barbs, and squeeze it against her palate. Climax swirled in words that his cock muffled into oblivion, pushed her into devouring and swallowing before her tongue could make them into proper sounds. Every lick, every lewd slurp brought his growing length closer and closer to her throat, each pulse of arousal and heat through his meat filling her maw more and more with that pleasure. Above, she could feel him preparing, just in the sight of his muscular legs tensing, of his paws bracing and grabbing at the ground. In a moment, she knew her throat would be spread wide, and she flexed her tongue in anticipation. Resistance was far from her mind.

\tInstead, her eyes crossed and tangled on his sheath, watching the oddly satisfying bulge of her tongue when she dipped it out into his musky sheath to pull out more of that sweltering flesh. In that task, she became completely engrossed, so much so that she forgot her surroundings, the shifting rustle of his feathers, until a powerful forepaw found her tail. His animalistic digits grasped her tail, traced its sensitive scales until his grope found her rear. Elebris flinched as clawed digits cupped her rump and tugged her tail up high. Her muscles helped him hike her tail out of the way, so that his next dip would press those intent digits right into that spot between her legs. Squish, the hot, wet noise rang out a shiver through her body as his padded toes met her nethers, and with a desirous roll of her hips she ground into her master’s powerful paw. At least, until he thrust with single-minded power. Then his swollen tip stole her attention away, surged over the back of her tongue and throbbed across her gullet. That buck brought a cough from her, and she only just managed to angle her head so that his next thrust would strike home, rather than batter her more. Instead, the dominant gryphon began to fuck her face, as her submissive motion allowed his tip to pulse straight into the tight, swallowing yearn of her throat.

\tInch after inch of thick cock slipped into her throat, welcomed with swallow after eager swallow by the thirsty muscles. Each wave of her hungry muscles felt the prickle of his barbs catching as he pulled back, as she bobbed, and her experienced jaws worked to devour his tip. Deeper and deeper it plunged into her gullet, forced forward and driven in deeper and deeper as his thrusts gained the momentum of pleasure. By now, his taste had managed to food the entirety of her maw with his musky strawberry flavor, deepened by the masculine taste of his length. Elebris’s tongue curled dexterously around the pole in her jaws, fought to tug against his girth as each throbbing heartbeat flowed against her sensitive muscle. A bolt of pleasure came alongside each thrum, hand in hand with the twinges of his muscles sputtering streamer after streamer of precum straight into her throat. The rushing roll of his thrusts gained momentum, ignited and inspired by the welcoming draw of her gullet, by the enthralling lilt of her tongue until his tapered length began to spread apart her gullet. The gryphon hooked himself forward, jammed himself deep, and with a dominant growl truly began to take her. She was hardly ready for that first true thrust, a half-gag fed down her esophagus and subdued by the powerful predator. All she could do was widen her watering eyes and watch as his hot sheath rolled closer to her snout. All she could do was swallow and gulp as deep within his swollen length surged inch after inch deeper and deeper into her disastrously thirsty depths.  

\tGluck, her muscles complained around him, unable to swallow, but she fought back the urge to push away. Her throat convulsed down around his spire and fought to free her airway, but as soon as his barbs twinged against her tonsils, she took control of her muscles. Just in time, too, as his next thrust crashed into her, plunged his spaded tip deep into her gullet in a batter that all but knocked her from her knees. Fortunately, the gryphon’s powerful paw kept its hold on her rump and made sure that she would be trapped in place and taking yet moor, unable to see anything but the musky crook between his legs and the slow pendulous swing of his balls. Jar after thrusting jar rolled into her neck, forced his cock in until her beautiful orange neck scales swelled around his spire so much that she could hardly breathe. Yet, an eager defiance took hold in her mind. She wouldn’t let herself be defeated! Lovingly, she wound her tail around, braced and secured herself all the firmer with her strong muscles, and met his thrusts with a strong neck. Wave after wave of thrusts rolled into her throat, and so secured she did the only thing that she could do in the wake of such powerful strikes of his tool. She thrust her head back against him, swallowed and eagerly gulped to work pleasure into his cock, to urge his climax in each squeezing flex of her muscles as though she could swallow him whole starting with his rod. Her ample breasts bounced lewdly in the air as he buried himself farther into her gullet, fed her like an all-too lewd mother bird feeding his chick. Ulk after resounding glrk rolled out with each forceful swallow, clenched down around him. Half of her gulps were reflexive, brought on by the sensation of his barbs teasing and stimulating her muscles; the other half were eager, urging him to go on until his sheath had her snout buried within where his cock slumbered. She couldn’t see it, but the sensation of his cock spreading her throat and pushing out in what was unmistakably a magnificent bulge brought her arousal to a fevered high.

\tSoon, his thrusts threatened to overtake her skillful swallows. Each powerful jerk of her hips filled her gullet, and fed his hot precum straight into her stomach, until in the next jab of his length brushed the edge of his sheath against her lips. The powerful base of his cock was at last unleashed, revealing the entirety of his cannon-like cock to the air… or it would have been the air, if it hadn’t been her maw, instead. His masculine spire was hidden thoroughly away by her throat, save for his heavy balls that she teased with her hands to keep them from dashing softly against her face with every thrust as well as tease him into a climax that she could feel was still distressingly far off. After all, as her tongue wrapped around the hot base of his cock, squeezed at the stiff length, not a hint of his knot swelled. Yet still, his stream of precum increased more and more, lubricated and wet her throat until her oral cavity was almost impossibly wetter than her snatch. Her hands were soaked with feminine lubricant, sticky and hot with arousal, and yet with each swallow and each rough thrust, his musky flesh slid and slicked through her tight tunnel rather than dragging or catching on her gullet. Just the sensation of his tip parting her gullet again and again, forcing her muscles to stretch convinced her of the fact that her throat would be more than a little sore after this. Every twitch, every jut of his cock thrummed within her, pulsing a satisfying throb as his balls finally escaped her hands, and bounced against her snout. Glck, she swallowed helplessly, repeatedly drawing against him and working her gullet to make herself a proper cock-sleeve for the gryphon that refused to do anything other than claim her throat.

\tWave after wave of swallows worked to satisfy the seemingly insatiable desire. The dragoness’s hand, freed from his balls, went to her neck to feel at his length, each surging twitch plowing deeper and deeper inside. Throb, his length twitched palpably, and for a surprising moment she realized that he had paused for an instant… only to resume as soon as she questioningly curled her tongue around his base with a rolling buck of his hips. The barbed tip of his cock dug into her gullet, teased deep within at what she thought must have been the entrance to her stomach, and spread her far more than open until her nose eased into the protective warmth of his sheath. The gryphon’s next withdrawal removed her, and unsheathed his sword from the sheath of her gullet until just the tip remained stuck fast in her throat. Then in a single strike he plunged back inside,, earning a convulsing choke from her as he buried himself into the fortunately well-lubricated depths of her throat. An animalistic ferocity took over his mind, a careless desire that had him fighting her gag reflex, feeding her inch after hot, meaty inch. Even her seasoned throat was soon overwhelmed, battered and weakened until even her swallows could hardly keep his bludgeoning tip at bay as his knot began to swell and tease at her lips. The growing bulge at the base of his cock helped polish her nose as it spread the base of his sheath, helped polish her snout with the masculine oils native to that personal space of his body. Each thrust slipped his bulb into her lips, pushed it past and over her tongue, only to plop sloppily free as he withdrew once more. Slowly, his thrumming knot grew, making it crystal clear, as it pulsed all too eager to push past her lips and failed to worm inside, that he intended to tie her maw. Lewd pulses flexed against her lips, loosing flow after flow of precum down her tongue and into her thirsty gullet, only cemented that fact in her mind.

\tRealization dawned in the dragoness’s mind, a dull explosion, and Elebris finally started to resist. She flexed her throat, pushed up with the back of her tongue, fought to pull her head back, only to find the gryphon’s claws digging threateningly into her rump, around and over her tail. The fierce Kiruan kept his hold over her, amongst the entirely distracting pull of the tight gullet, the squeezing and nearly overwhelming ministrations of his submissive slut he seemed to anticipate her reluctance. Unwavering, he bucked his hips, battered into her gullet with a glck fighting past her paltry struggles to grind his knot against her lips. Throb after throb touched her sensitive flesh, the soft scales rimming her maw reporting the thrumming life beating through his length. Each heartbeat released a streaming trickle of hot and heady precum deep into her gullet. Her gryphic master chided somewhere above, his words twisted by lust and hot enough to bring even her orange scales to a brilliant red blush.

\t“Ah-ah-ah, my little slut. You’re mine to use as I please. My own dragoness to unleash my pleasure on, to abuse and feed as I see fit…”  Each word was a pant, thick and slurred with pleasure. She could see in her mind’s eye his expression, eyes closed tight under the onslaught of her throat, taken by her pleasure. Were she able to, she might have smiled. His words rung true, deep in her overwhelmed mind. She was only there to satisfy him, it was her only purpose. Nothing else was more important…. Thus, she gave in once more, stopped trying to pull off or away and instead used the strength in her tongue to roll wave after licking wave around the thick length in her maw, over the slick, sleek surface of his spire. Her renewed submission earned her a blissed growl, flowing into a growl, “Hrrr-rrl, that’s it, my dear. Come. Relax your throat; I can feel your body thirsting for my pleasurrre.” A purr invaded his growl, and took over his thrusts with a new fiery intensity. The gryphon’s ponderous bolls spilled from her hands in the next hump, flowing in a singular quaking wave as he ground his knot against her jaws, Pressure, prying, thick pleasure stretched her jaws outwards, throbbing against her scales in thrums that travelled down his length, over her tongue, and deep down into her gullet. A sleek sheen of sweat covered her scales, both her own and his, the hot heat of his fur and the dampness of his exertion burying her in the miasma of heat between his legs. His flavor was heavy on the air, lewdly smacking into her face and painting her muzzle with each slap of his balls. Slrk, ulk, swallow after swallow was the only thing she could do, closing her eyes and resigning herself simply to be a toy for his flesh to plunge into...

\tSqueeze. Something clutched tight at her fingers, a clenching roll of drooling arousal striking her as slightly odd. Dully, she remembered that her fingers were buried into her sex, dug into the slick and needy folds, inspired all the more by the sheer depravity pumping into her with every thrust. Being at the whim and use of her master turned her on so furiously, surrounding her fingers with a drooling and aroused fire. She was his. The dragoness tried to form the word around his cock, but her tongue tied around itself in the fervor of his next thrust, her voice only muffled by his battering bucks until her taste buds threatened to slip down her throat to join his meaty spire. Gulp after gulp of precum fed into her gullet and sunk in the flavor of gryphic arousal with every throb, returned to her maw soaked into the flesh of his spire. His knot threatened ominously to feed her so much more, but she could only blush submissively. She wanted him to lock with her jaws. A small, dominant voice rung in her head for her to pull away, to try to regain control or bite down… but in a moment more, even that little last vestige of strength bowed under the buckling pressure of his hinds. Snap, a dull click resounded through her bones as she yawned her maw open farther, unhinged her jaws so she could truly devour all of his meat… She would swallow and swallow and swallow until he cried out her name.

\tLonger, certainly. Kiruan’s begging knot slurped against the kiss of her parting lips, his flesh throbbing the begging throb of a gryphon ever so terribly close to climax as it eagerly accepted the invitation of her jaws. Glrk¸ she fought to swallow, doing little but pulsing the tight entrance of her gullet around his shaft as its thickening length pushed down her tongue, as the bulb of his knot slipped into the sweltering depths. Each inch was a battle, a push of her neck, a force of his paw into her rump, thrust after strong, short thrust forcing his way terribly deep inside. It was too much, much too much, even when she had taken meals much bigger they rarely lingered in her gullet so thickly. Careless of her wellbeing, he thrust and thrust until his sheath smudged against her snout, until his knot ground against the entrance to her throat and begged once more for entry. With her jaws already unhinged, the forgiving flesh of her throat had little choice but to submit, parting and spreading around his knot… until with a reverberating pop her gullet sealed behind his knot. Like a good slut, she tied with her master, trapped and swallowed him in the flush, tight depths of her gullet.

\tWet touched her cheeks, hot and fresh, her own tears streaming to meet the thick dribble of saliva that escaped around his cock from her abused maw. Droplets splattered onto her bouncing breasts, wet little splats that added spice to her already fiery hot arousal. Elebris’s throat rippled reflexively as his length throbbed palpably within, as he twitched and strained against her muscles. She had asked for this, hadn’t she? A loving hand rose to his cock buried in her gullet, and she traced her fingers over the worrisome bulge sealed tightly away within her submissive gullet. Each swallow reported to her fingers a wave down his turgid spire, pulled down against him and fought with choke after squeezing choke to pry his climax free. She was not prepared, however, when his length withdrew, when his dominant hips coiled in anticipation. Filled with surprise, her eyes opened to the creamy expanse of his tummy feathers. Panic might have stolen her breath, then, were her airway clear. After all, he was not quite through with her yet. Thrust, all at once he plunged back inside, one slick ulgck! ringing out through her flesh as she tried and failed to gag around his flesh. The gryphon’s sheath pushed against her snout, spread and surrounded her with the musky, fragrant tang of his masculinity as deep within his knot pried at the entrance to her throat, only to plunge deep back inside. Somewhere within her throat… or, with a twinge from below her breasts, she realized probably her stomach, his barbs kept her spread wide and waiting. How many of those mini bucks he battered against her she could never have counted. With no room given for her breath, with every second she fought to swallow just enough to earn only a faint wisp of air to keep her going, her mind began to fog. Thick with a miasma of wanton arousal, of submissive desires and inclinations she soaked her tongue in the virile flavor of his length, until her sensitive muscle felt the first twitch. Climax, or the beginnings of it, twinged and throbbed in his cock and down her throat until all at once he humped forward and buried her there, as though locking to her. Deep within, her throat reported with each swallow that pump after pump of steaming hot liquid filled straight into her belly, splattered and splashed into a growing pool of seed. The dragoness didn’t even need to swallow as he force-fed her protein-rich strawberry milk.

\tLocked to him, Elebris had no choice but to swallow, in much the same way she had been for more minutes than she could accurately recount. Gulp after roiling gulp milked her powerful gryphon, claimed each spurt of virile cream straight from his tap. Kiruan was hilted in her jaws… more than hilted, with his sheath almost threatening to swallow her muzzle, scrunched up and draping his balls against her chin. His orbs were so close to her scales that she could feel every hot churn, every squeeze of release as they emptied into her their prodigious load. It was overwhelming, but his knot ensured that not a single sputtering droplet could escape. Oh, she fought to moan, the taste of his strawberry flavor against her tongue was strong, but she knew that the hot seed pouring into her gullet was so much stronger and richer with his flavor. With a tug of her head she pulled against the seal of his knot – not to escape, no, rather it was an attempt to pry him just free enough to grace her taste buds with a hint of that stronger flavor.

\t It was all but impossible to pull him enough, and distraction stole her mind away as her pleasure-heightened senses felt the claws of a paw dragging possessively up her back. His digits were oddly loving, kneading through her strawberry blonde hair, but with an all-too casual ease his paw pushed her head down his length until her lips mashed into  his sheath and all but kissed his sac. Yet, somehow, a bubble of sticky hot seed burbled free; perhaps it was a particularly powerful jet splashing like a boulder into the ocean of her whitewashed gullet, but it treated her to the thick, rich, fresh flavor of gryphon batter. Mingled with the fiery hot taste of arousal pulsing and pushing her tongue down with its constant and impressive pressure, his flavor was divine. The taste reminded her with a salivating swallow that every moment, this dominant gryphon was making use of her body. It changed little, and yet Elebris found herself suckling hungrily around his cock, trying to drink straight from the tap with a swirl of her tongue around the thin base of his dick. She already had no choice but to drink down his bliss, every pumping liter, but her swallows urged his release to escape faster, pulled to make sure that not a single ounce remained. With wave after wave of squeezing flesh clamping around his spire, the great gryphon murmured an approving growl, escaping and rolling into a purring moan as his climax finally sputtered to a stop.

\t“So eager... My meal ever loyally services me right to the end. But, you are mine, my little slut.” At his words, she felt her heart throb in her throat. A throb of her fear, a throb of his pleasure feeding into her stomach. His pulse and hers met, and as she swallowed, she realized that despite her service, despite her impressive feat downing his entire length he still planned… “My dinner. My dragoness, my meat to use and consume… whether you give yourself to me or not. Hrrf,” he huffed, ignoring the soft ulks of swallowing distress below that were the only complaints she could make, and went on, “I’ll devour every last bit of you… until there’s nothing left that is not mine.”

\tSmothered on his cock, breathing was next to impossible, not to say anything about complaining. With his knot anchored into her gullet, his length cloying her airways with musky heat, it became a marked challenge to claim even faint wisps of air. Above, Elebris felt the great gryphon sigh, and relax, pressing down upon her. Tire and exhaustion ached from her limbs, and with his weight above her, it was hard to focus on anything other than recovering from his brutal pounding. The dragoness's distracted recovery held her attention so intently that when a fiery, roiling heat pulsed through the bulge in her throat, she thought little of it. At least, until she realized that the gryphon’s climax had stopped several pulses earlier. Surprise brought her eyes into a tighter clench, as though with that squeeze alone she could stop the beast from emptying his bladder deep into her throat. Her hands scrabbled at his sheath, pulled futilely at the base of his shaft, but even struggling with all her strength, with her throat roiling under the acrid flavor she couldn’t quite taste her struggles were meaningless. Fortunately, it was far from decorating her taste buds, and although disgust twinged in the back of her mind, just the knowledge that he was abusing her like any other toy brought a twinge of pleasure to her loins. The heat mingled in her gut, mixed with the protein-rich dinner the hot wine of release until her tummy began to swell. Were it not for the seal of his knot, the sheer volume pouring into her would have sputtered free of her maw long ago!

\tMore, Elebris found her consciousness fading as his spent arousal twitched past her tonsils. Thoughts became hazy, blurred with reality and the sight of his soft feathers fading in and out as she choked around his cock. Relief, fresh air, it was right there, teasing her scales with the cool delicious breeze that could not pierce the steaming miasma of his musk. The dragoness’s scent hung in the air just beneath that, not that she could tell, but even the heady mixture of their musks would be a welcome change from trying to inhale the solid flesh of his dick. No, instead she choked, gagged, motions that only fluttered her throat down tight against his cock. Resistance – fear, hesitation, all of it shattered there, under the pure, sheer dominance of her master locked within her. The strong predator inside her washed away with stream after stream to join the stewing pool in her stomach. Dimly, through the darkening haze of suffocation, she felt his claws dig into her scalp as his paw took a tight grip of her hair. It might have been pain, if she could have focused on the sensation of his digits dug into her skull as they tugged tightly. No, conscious thought was quickly leaving her beside, thought and reason – his haunches tensing, his knot grinding against the entrance of her throat didn’t alert her, nor could they. As she faded away, as she stepped up to that edge drowning on the thick mountain clogging her gullet, she finally gave up. Plop! His knot splattered free, meeting with an instinctual gasp of fresh air she had thought she would never taste again. Yet, as his bladder continued to spray into her jaws, she choked on the caustic golden fluid splattering into her jaws.

\tAll at once, she collapsed beneath Kiruan. Yet, as he continued to mark her with the thick, possessive tang of his scent and her lungs found precious air, she didn’t care. A biting sting tingled in the back of her throat with the fiery flavor of his urine seeping into the well-used passage, and the far too stretched flesh ached with the pain of his bulbous knot yanked free all at once. Despite all that, she found that her only care was for the pleasant sparkle of air returning to her starved limbs. Cough after cough, she fought against her body’s desire to retch and the stomach-turning heat both inside and raining down around her. The gryphon’s great paw pulled her tail, still limply looped around it and shifted with him, as he made sure to paint every last inch of her body. Her beautiful strawberry blond hair soaked up his musky shower, spoke to her and whispered claiming, dominant words into her submissive mind. Even if he let her free, she knew that his musky scent would remain, all but forever etched into her scales as a noisome reminder of who her master is. Weeks, months, of smelling like him, carrying the scent of virile leonine strength… Her soaked hand pressed deep between her netherlips, rubbing away the faint tingle that told her that somewhere while gulping down her master’s protein-rich seed she had climaxed. An ache of pleasure reminded her that so much more waited in store – he was being so much more dominant, so much more claiming than usual, all a part of that ruinous deal she had made with him.

\tElebris found the cool breeze billowing against her ever so distracting when his hot shower finally ended. With a single step backwards, he captured her attention like a mouse beneath his paw. A predatory twinkle sparkled in his eyes. She felt herself so in the open, like a rabbit on a cold tile floor in the gaze of a wolf she could not move. Then, he pounced. The same paw that had molested her, that had been the rock securing her snout against his sheath cuffed her breasts, splayed out over her bosom and pressed her down to the earth as though he had seen right through her to the cowering preything. She folded just as easily under his weight. She gasped out, a sharp intake of surprise as his paw pads ground into her nipples, mashed her breasts into her ribs. Was there anything she could do to push him away? Confusion spotted her mind as she fought with herself, tried to convince herself that she had to get away. With a twist of his soft pads, with a teasing, arousing grind he squeezed her back to the earth like any other deer he had decided would be dinner. Even as he stole her breath away, as his weight reminded her that her body had not yet recovered from his drowning arousal, she could find no reason to want him away.

\t“In the end… you are just my meal. A meal, for a gryphon you could not resist. Can you hear my belly grumbling? It cannot wait to be satisfied… My submissive dragoness, this last desire you will fulfill, and you will have at last earned your place forever with your master~” He trilled, almost sung with victory deep in his masculine voice.

\tThe weight of his claws poking into her purple scales reinforced his dominant words, pressed upon her as he curled his digits and kept her pinned there. Yet, Elebris didn’t pull away. Instead, her hands rose to his paw and embraced him, hugging him and pulling him down to welcome his embrace. Even if his paw hadn’t held her there, she was more than out of breath. Below, her swollen belly grumbled around the hot fluids stuffed inside, and she knew there could be no escaping. Even if she wanted to get free, her will had been so twisted and broken she doubted that she could bring herself to take even a step to escape his paws again. She belonged to him. Kiruan’s paw clutched at her breast, kneaded with a shameless grope over her sexy frame. Her breath caught as his beak dipped in close, and he loomed over her until his proud yellow beak brushed against the tip of her snout. For a moment, she expected him to tease her again… but he didn’t say another word. Instead, his powerful yellow beak slipped open before her, decorated by the rough slather of his tongue as it slurped out in one intent lick over her face in a singular swipe. Not even the flavor of his shower prior brought him pause – it was clear he did not intend to grace his food with any more pleasantries. His light brown eyes met hers one last time and imprinted that singular word into her. His favorite word, burned into her with one smoldering gaze. Mine.

\tElle didn’t have it in her to contest his claiming words. Her eyes lowered submissively, instead focusing between his beak and the paw holding her down. His soft feathers and powerful weight felt reassuring in a way, even as his beak yawned open. The dragoness’s gaze fell inside, sucked in like it was a black hole framed by his rough tongue, by the smooth slope of his palate above. It was a hypnotizing sight, the soft dangling pulse of his small uvula decorating the pink tunnel of flesh. Twitch, an eager flex breathed out, thick with the scent of his meaty breath, rank and thick with the reminder of her want to be his, of how completely, thoroughly used and stuffed she had been with cream just for him. Somewhere below, her pussy twitched with an ache that begged for her lapsed attention to return. Already, her gaze was trapped in the abyss of his throat, claimed by the strings of hot saliva that connected both halves of his beak, and her arousal lit again as he turned his teasing words into a looming promise. What else could she expect? A hot dribble of nectar squirted from her nethers as he swooped down, splattered her face with a strand of saliva, and began to take everything she had left to give. There was no stopping his lunge, his hunger – that paw caught her chest, pinned her to the earth with as she squirmed, a simple flick of his wriest keeping her from doing anything but give in to the loving cradle of his rough tongue. Hard keratin pinched into her hair, under her neck, scooped as easily as soup from a bowl into the steamy embrace of his maw.



\tThe rough lather of Kiruan’s tongue spared no inch of her face, rolling around her and squeezing her against the top of his beak. His process slowed not an inch as he bet his own acrid taste. If anything, that salty tang soaked into her scales seemed to inspire power on his tongue, a pulling ravenous slope guiding her tongue into the lewd kiss of his throat. All at once, he swallowed, a swelling surge of collapsing flesh radiating a loud glurk! of contracting flesh around her. The dark, drooling humidity of her maw constricted into her scales, closed all around her as he closed his beak around her head. He swallowed her into darkness and gummed over her with a chewing squeeze of his beak, vanishing the glistening shimmer of his fleshy gullet without a care in the world. The tight muscles around her snout rippled and pulled again, pulling her deep inside. The hard twinge of the ground into her back reminded her that to escape, she would have to both pull out of his beak, and remove the mountain of weight constricting her breath… no, there was no going back. The digits of his paw dug into her breasts, tensed the sharp edge of his claws into her scales as though he had heard her silent doubts. Fear beat in her throat, instincts burning in her mind to escape, until finally a voice cried out against allowing herself to slip without resistance down his gullet. Panic or not, there was nothing at all she could do to delay the inevitable. The gryphon swallowed again. Ulllk¸ his gullet crashed down around her this time, pulled hungrily against her ears and beat down around her head in wave after wave of dragging strength bodily pulling her into his throat. The powerful squeeze resounded a cracking click- her jaw, finally clicking back into place. Oh, she thought, I’ll be so sore in the morning…

\tThe morning… something felt wrong about that. Then, like lightning, it struck through the haze of arousal, of exhaustion and submission thrumming through her body. There would be no chance for her to be sore… She knew from far too much experience how long his meals lasted before going still, and even the strongest never managed the whole night. Even when he had drug it out as long as he could, the strength of his gut always broke them down before she fell asleep against his swollen tummy. Her realization brought instinct crashing down upon her like the avalanche of his paw. She was nothing but food, nothing but a meal to him. After all they had been through, she was to be taken and devoured like everything else that had been his. At last, she truly began to fight. She could not squirm, but she kicked, she used the snake of her tail to coil and tug with all her might against his rear paw. It was all fruitless. Like a fish taken from her home, no matter how she flopped there was no finding her river of freedom again. . She pushed, pried against the solid ground with all her weight to throw him off, and for one victorious moment she felt the gryphon’s powerful limb lifting. After all, in the end, even her master was flesh and blood… if she could just push harder….

\tKiruan dashed that hope with a flap of his wings and a wring of his shoulder. All at once, the pure weight of the gryphon bore into her, breaking off a sputtering gasp of surprise that was swallowed down like an appetizer with his next gulp. The great beak twisted around her shoulders, and she realized through the creaking pain of his paw pressing down into her overfull gut that she had only managed to give him more of herself to swallow by pushing his paw away. The growing bulge of dragoness filling his neck began to displace his creamy feathers, taking her and guiding her into the spirit-crushing tightness of that final plunge.

\tBreathless and aching, it was all Elebris could do to gasp when his weight lifted from her chest and the sharp points of his beak squeezed instead into her bosom, between her heavy breasts. She felt them jiggle as he pulled her upright, as he bobbed in an avian lunge to shove her deep into his gullet, but her freedom was again short lived. His paw fell back into place, this time pressed over her legs. A single clawed digit teased threateningly over her snatch, possessively reminding his dragoness of her place. While Kiruan refrained from stepping down with all his crushing weight this time, his implication was clear. Resist, and things would be far, far worse than the clutching, intense, rippling heat passionately compressing into her. How could she do anything but submit? Her struggles got her nowhere; even her strongest resistance had won her the crashing weight of his paw and almost dashed her ribs. Deep in his throat, compressed in the vice-grip of throat muscles packing her inch by inch deeper into his body, she found herself giving in to his strength again. The dominant strength pinching her shoulders together and contracting down her neck, over her head was a dull throb. For a moment, the brief image his throat taking a strawberry and crush it into pulp with a single swallow found her mind, and her battered muscles felt for all the world like that mashed fruit.

\tSo tight were her surroundings that as he bobbed his head again, as he stretched his beak to stuff in her mammaries, it was impossible to feel like anything but a rag doll being whipped around in the thick hand of fate itself. A raspy, wet sandpaper ground into her nipples as her breasts were pressed to the slick muscle, and he was adamant about tasting over the bulbs of fleshy meat and fat contained just beneath those deliciously smooth scales. Rest, reprieve, release all hung tantalizingly out of reach in her doom. The gryphon was intent on enjoying every moment of this once-in-a-lifetime treat. His tongue, his beak, his body enjoyed the pure, animalistic dominance of having his loyal dragoness… His delicious dragoness, who was unwilling to escape even to save herself, who wanted nothing but to be right where she was. He had offered her freedom with all but an open paw, and she fell into his beak. It would always be that way, even when she knew and understood her doom… deep inside, she knew her answer, her submission, would always be the same.

\tEven when there was no choice but to submit. The tight squeeze of his throat and the closeness of his tongue as her body filled his maw combined to make it next to impossible to find more than a scrap of breathable air. The sharp tip of his beak dug into the small of her back, its twin just past her navel, there for only a moment until he continued. He had no sentiment, with each convulsing swallow. There was no effort to give her more than the few wisps of air that naturally followed her scales inside as he devoured her alive, and much of that found itself squeezed away when his muscles tightened down around her with wet splurches. Surely, she told herself, he was having just as hard a time drawing breath, with his maw so overflowing with his meal… but as he swallowed again, as another gulp rained down around her and his tongue curled around her sides and wandered with a languid delighting luxury, she found herself reminded that he was an experienced predator. She had seen the gryphon hold his breath for minutes, for ages, and that was far longer than she had before there was none of her left to stopper his breath. Gulp after powerful gulp continued her tight passage, swelling his throat and pushing out the feathers obscenely. A tug dragged her legs from beneath his paw, bent over into more than just a submissive bow as the great gryphon scarfed her down with decisive swallows. Pointlessly, she squirmed and fought to wriggle backwards, or even forwards; she would do anything to get away from that oppressive, breath-taking clench of flesh enveloping and squishing her body in on itself. In a way, it worked out for the dragoness, though it only brought her faster into the hungry embrace of her doom. Her snout wormed into the swelling surges of his muscles, sending her all tumbling deeper and deeper than just his tight swallows could reach.

\tA prickling scratch drug across her scales, his claws taking hold for only a moment before he lifted them. That oddly caring gesture gave her just enough room to avoid the painful cut of his razor claws that would have otherwise been dug into both of her legs as he bobbed and tugged her from beneath his paw. For a brief moment, his pads brushed over her blooming lower lips, but in the next, he stole even his grazing digits from her heated arousal with a dip of his beak and tossed her into the back of her throat. Glrrck!, his powerful avian buck subsumed her, another swallowing ulllck of cascading flesh tugging her down with a crushing, resounding hug of muscles that felt like she might have taken to the air. Her breasts smeared into the back of his tongue for an instant, until he swallowed and compressed them tight like two delicious Bundt cakes alongside his main course. The predator’s oppressive throat held nothing back as he swallowed, grinding her breasts with roll after rippling roll of full flesh as her buxom form pressed a lumpy bulge out against his soft gullet.

\tElebris could not see the bulge she made, but it was overwhelmingly clear as her form spread each wave of tight, ravenous muscles apart. The weight of his powerful muscles grinding into her beat into her another smothering wave, drowning her in heavy, hot gasps that only found a mucous saliva and a rare few motes of air and the heated, thick scent of gryphon-breath. Around her, she felt him relaxing his muscles – a familiar motion, much like her own when she had readied herself for his knot. Kiruan drew it out, with each gulping bob fellating the entire form of his dragoness to work her into that final explosive reward that would fill his belly. The powerful swirls of his tongue dipped around her hips, brushed over her tummy, rolled wave after wave around her. All she had to look forward to was her doom within the gryphon’s belly far below, but she still felt proud that even now, her gryphon found himself caught up savoring her flavor and her shape. How long was he lost like that? Buried in the humidity of his gullet, surrounded by the rhythmic thump-thump of his heart, she had only his fleshy swallows to count the time. With each swallow, her hair became more and more of a mat, stickied and splattered against the scales of her back by the manipulating peristaltic tugs. Each breath was more saliva than oxygen, and yet it was somehow barely enough to keep her conscious and aware. In that oxygen deprived place, with only the sensitive nerves of her pert breasts and the wanting beg of her cunny working its way into her mind she succumbed to that moaning arousal. It was all so easy to let herself just be taken away by the entrancing and hypnotic motions of his gullet working ripple after ripple over her form, devouring her and swallowing her down pleasure and all.

\tIn the pure red darkness, under twinge after assaulting twinge of tight flesh dragging her downwards, it felt like her master had decided that she was simply food, to leave even the drizzling drool of her honeypot alone as he satisfied a much more instinctual hunger. With the spicy flavor of her sex on the air, with the musk and muffled groans unwittingly escaping her maw reminding him, everything about her reminded him of her need, until at last he decided to satisfy it. Raising his paw, the gryphon brought his padded toes into the vale of her legs. It was a clumsy grope, more of a grinding dip passing his strong digits into the sticky sweet swollen lips of her folds. Yet, the mash of his fur, the press into her yearning entrance as he took hold brought a moan to her lips, a moan that was quickly  swallowed away and muffled into obscurity under the deep red flesh of his throat. Her body bucked, she found herself thrusting, begging him to press deeper, rolling lewd and wanting thrusts that only deepened her inside of him rather than the other way around. It was a rush to feel his dangerous claw tickling over her clit, to feel the dominant press of his pads taking hold. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized rationally that he was making use of her convenient passage to pull her in all the faster, and yet as her flower caught another digit and finally squeezed down around something solid she found herself not minding in the least.

\tSwallowing, pulling, the dragoness found herself quickly entombed in the creaking, stretching tunnel of flesh. Inch by inch, bending her spine with the curve of his gullet until the bulge of her snout finally began to vanish behind Kiruan’s creamy chest feathers. Even as she felt herself shunted through the loose spot that she knew hid his crop, as she sunk down past that without a moment of remorse or hesitation, she could no longer despair. Every moment of fear had been utterly shattered, crushed by the compacting and hungry squeezes of his body, by the dominant drowning deluge he had fed her, by even his predatory visage, until there was just a disastrously willing lump of meat welcoming each swallow. Quivers of pleasure, rolls and wracks battering through her stole away all thought, until at last climax shattered even the scraps of conscious thought clinging to her mind. The abyssal white of pleasure enwrapped her in its arms, squeezed and compressed all around her in what could only be the all-consuming grasp of bliss that sputtered an arcing gout of feminine fluids over the two digits buried in her pussy, mussed and messied his paw buried between her legs. Even that hardly kept him at bay for long, a deep and reverberant growl muffled around her sharing with her his approval of her utter debasement.

\tGlrrrrck-lllck, his swallow drew out around her, wave upon wave of crashing flesh crushing her in the starving embrace of his throat. More and more of her vanished until his the digits of his paw began to tease at the edges of his solid beak. A taut knot of flesh kissed her nose, and the increasing pressure of his powerful swallowing pushed her past the tight entrance of the gryphon’s gut that would invariably seal and trap her away in that digestive tomb of flesh. Heat and acrid acidic scents welcomed her inside, her streamlined muzzle all too easily guiding her inside as though she had been born to be little more than a meal for her master. The pulse of his heartbeat reverberated through his flesh into her ears, rumbled and squished into her with the hot, living heat of his flesh and seemed to echo into the thick chamber, and with his paw grinding into the sensitive flesh of her snatch it only added to the magnificent thrum of pleasure coursing through her body. Again, she felt her passage fluttering in a lewd cascading mirror of the flesh all around her, squeezing and sputtering a spray of drizzling feminine fluids announced her climax. Was it her second, her third?

\tIt was impossible for her to focus on any rational numbers - she could just imagine her petals vanishing over the brink of his tongue, the ravenous gulp sealing her away and devouring her with one last hungry swallow. The same image turned both of them on, drew them both and inexorably linked them as they joined in the beyond-intimate dance of predator and prey. It was more than a simple meal to him - somehow, she knew. She could feel it. Every kick, every squirm, every paltry, pitiful struggle filing his gullet and dancing over the sensitive flesh of his tongue rekindled the embers of arousal that she had left smoldering when he had tugged his knot free. Gluck, he swallowed his dragoness, delight in his pure, greedy dominance over his most loyal companion. Blood rushed to her head, and for moment it felt like she was flying, until she realized that he had lifted his head into the air to claim her with the assistance of gravity. Like she as any other meal, without even the consideration that she could escape. After all, he knew she was broken to him. Her disastrously willing form hadn’t resisted, and even if she began struggling now, she was more than subsumed. All he need to would be to crash his gullet down around her and squeeze the life from to turn her into so much lifeless meat. No, resistance was far from her mind, though fear instead ran through her blood like ice at the acrid tang of acids, and the fetid taste of meats long digested. Fear, and relief, at that air - hot, dank, rank, and nigh unbreathable, but air nonetheless. The half-asphyxiated dragoness found herself coughing and sputtering, even as he\\is continuing gulps worked to pack her into his waiting gut.

\tThe next toss of Kiruan’s head sent the dragoness face-first into squishy, strong walls lining his stomach. Those slimy folds were only the beginning of her worries, though, as his beak closed around the obstruction of her rump, squeezed her tail between her legs, and claimed her. Elebris’s tail pinched painfully against her leg by the unforgiving edge of his beak, and with nothing in the way, his tongue slid into the perfect position to join his paw at the delectable treat between her legs. As though she were little but five-star finger food, he tugged his paw from her nethers with a lewd slrrp, replaced in an instant by the strong, rough flesh of his tongue. The gryphon’s questing lick ground between her swollen lips, and plunged his pointed tongue deep into her snatch with a single-minded slurping thrust of tasting muscle. Somewhere between surprise and overwhelmed, her gasping groan rewarded her with a mouthful of thick and acidic slimes. His tongue wriggled deep inside pulled, each pull tugging against her passage and tasting the spicy rivulets of irresistible draconic pheromones in ways that only made her moan out all the louder into the humid and oppressive air of his belly. It was an invasive pleasure she could do nothing about. Her arms were trapped to her sides, unable to fight against his compressing throat so that she could reach his tongue… so that she could stuff it all the deeper inside. No, all she could do was buck her hips, worm her way with hump after hump into the vanishing squeeze of his gullet so that his tongue could vanish far beyond the light of day into her snatch. The gryphon never stopped, not with a moment, and his tormenting tongue plunged her away, followed her and curled into his beak as he vanished her away with every delighting swallow until the thick flavor of her climaxes were brushed clean of her passage. Even the lingering taste of his flavor from days long past was taken by his tongue in an effort to delight in every last droplet she had to offer.

\tHer master already had her. Elebris bit down on her lip, fighting back a pitiful groan as his slick, tight muscles worked to spread around the flare of her hips. Each inch felt like a mile as she spilled into the hungry, fleshy folds of the great gryphon’s stomach, surrounded in the disastrous acrid heat. Even as he dallied, even as he hung on that last cliff and dangled her on the cruel edge of freedom, his want and need glimmered as clear as if the sun itself shone in the pit of his gut. His throat rolled around her, instinctual swallows rolling against her scales even as his tongue curled, pushed her tunnel up toward her tail and stretched her out. His licking swallow pulled against her until all at once it slurped out, a lewd loud plop! of spattering honeys spraying his beak with the colorful draconic spice. The thick muscle curled and cupped around her lips, dipped between her legs and even teased at her tail hole with a purr of thick, dominant pleasure. The gryphon was using her as a toy, she realized as she hung there with his throat squeezing the breath out of her. It was a battle to hold back the moans that would only grace her lungs with the hot, acrid tang of slimes his stomach ground into her. Gulp after ponderous gulp pulled her from his tongue, even as he stretched to keep its tip brushing lick after countless lick as close as it could to her aching sex. The rough surface of his tongue had quite nearly worked her raw, and yet it was impossible to deny the shuddering pleasure. For the third time an orgasm crashed over her as she climaxed, as her sex tugged over his tasting flesh even as his body pulled her ever so drippingly slowly deeper. More. She wanted more, more licks, for him to press deeper… it invaded her mind until deeper became her entire world, as her purple scales simply vanished away with a close of his beak against her legs.

\tThe quivering crash of muscles filled her, surrounded her, pulled down around her scales and overwhelmed her mind. The impervious, powerful keratin of his beak surrounded her in that final rolling swallow, a toss of his beak dashing his tongue against her sticky folds with a ravenous passion. Then it hit. Gl-ulllck! A raining cascade of fear pulled her inwards, one last frantic whirl of her tail through the air. It wasn’t a struggle – no, it was one last loving gesture, brushing her powerful tip through the soft prickle of his neck feathers, around the back of his head and into the strong feathers of his crest. Muscles pulsed down around her, and with a single yearning pull, she dove face-first into her doom with pure, reckless, desirous abandon. His tongue tipped her back, pressed up against her and then she was gone beyond that last point. With nothing to stop his throat, with nothing else for his gullet to catch on, even the faint hope that all of this might have been a dominant predatory tease was shattered deep inside of her. The dragoness was now turning into little but a handsome lump in his creamy neck, slipping down swallow after eager swallow, and the inching progress she had made before became a heart-pounding tumble down into the belly of the beast.

\tElebris’s legs caught on his tongue as it swirled, as the gryphon made a frantic effort to taste and lather all of her untouched scales with hot, salivating licks. The tight ring of muscle that marked the entrance of his stomach spread wider and sealed terribly tightly around her arms in a way that only compounded the realization of her utter entrapment. As a hazy plan to kick crossed her mind, his beak simply closed down around her legs, trapped her tail, her ankles, and treated them all like so much a single thick noodle of strong, nutritious muscles. His gulp pushed her shoulders into the slimy embrace of his gut, and forced her into a curl that would not cease until all of her had been devoured and tucked into the core of her bestial master. The dragoness could picture the bulge in his neck, how the squirming shape of something living slipped deeper and deeper with each swallow. It was a shame, she found herself thinking, that she could not be in two places at once, that she could not reach out to offer the handsome bulge a massage and work it all the faster so she could finish off his satisfaction while his meal stewed. How many times had she helped his meal make that final plunge, how often had her hands been the one that guided a doomed soul to curl up within her stomach? Now she was the meal. Countlessly many she had fed to him, until today when finally it was her turn, and like all the rest his fleshy belly welcomed her with wall after strong wall of muscles. Food. That was all she was now, as her neck bent forward, as her shoulders squeezed together between his muscles, as the sac bent her body and her strong form fought not to break under the slick, tight walls spreading around her. The steamy heat surrounded her in the fiery sauna of his gut, hot slimes seeping from the walls, both lubricant and more… But it didn’t’ burn her scales. Not yet. It was still only the beginning, after coming what seemed like leagues.

\tOutside, her feet dangled from his beak, though with every intent toss of his neck her ankles slipped into the delighting curl of his proud tongue. Eagerly he worked her down, trying to claim that last little bit of her… but a sly smile turned up the edges of his beak as his eyes caught the twitching  tip of her tail, still so full of energy. From the inside, it was impossible to fathom what purpose he had when the curve of his neck bent down and her tail felt the ground brush beneath it… But, in a moment more, the familiar weight of his paw landing on it like a cat pouncing upon a stray string. His powerful digits kept her there, pressing upon the base of her feet with his wrist with a reflexive glurk of convulsing throat muscles as he forced her into the vale of powerful muscles. Swallow after swallow worked to overstuff his stomach, keeping her tail in his paw as long as he could, until at last even that beautiful, long length stretched straight and pulled against his pads. Even then, he was not done. Taking its tip between two digits, he pinched it and lifted his head, teasingly dangling the last of her over the yawning precipice of his beak. From within, she found her heart fluttering again, as he treated her like so much a mouse dangled over a lion’s maw to amuse her owner. Indeed, it was impossible to think otherwise – his possessive purr and savoring growl around her, his playing, teasing motions, all that drew out and exacerbated her situation buried her into that position. A toy for him. With a dull slurp, her breasts popped free into his stomach, then the rest of her chest. Far above his beak closed around her tail, with a push of his digits feeding her tail inside.

\tClick. The gryphon’s beak snapped into place with a worrisome quake about the tip of her twitching tail. Elebris clearly felt the cool air of the outside world as a terrible tease against her scales, brushed away again by the humid bursts of his breaths. Kiruan’s tongue curled and rolled under her, a heavy slurping lick over her claws and against the soft scales of her feet, all as he fought back the desire to swallow that last bit of her. Stuck deep inside, she knew it wasn’t sentimental hesitation. No, it was one last tormenting tease of the freedom so close, yet so far away, claimed as easily as the rest of her with one concussive, full-bodied glluck! The last flick of his tongue pulled her tail inside his beak, and with a tip of his neck, she slid backwards. For one panicked moment, she tried to curl her tail around anything – his tongue, his muscles, anything that might have saved her, only to find what she already knew far too well. The great gryphon’s beak offered her tail no purchase at all. Then she was finished. His gullet trapped the dragoness, pushed her inexorably farther and farther down. With no inch of her body spared the hot, hungry embrace of his, there was no longer any denying her fate – no questioning that now she was simply his food.  She had been used, abused, treated as a toy and filled so thoroughly with his pleasure until every scale of a once-proud dragoness was utterly and completely his.

\tThe great predator tossed his head back, showing off for all the world to see his handsome crest, and the thick swell of dragoness, rounded around her hips and the tangle of a bulge that was her legs and tail. From inside, it was a confusing jumble as the poor dragoness crashed into herself, collected into a tight ball within his stomach. The powerful walls hugged around Elebris, massaged and helped pull her from the too-tight embrace of his gullet, but the power squeezing against her threatened in each moment as she swelled out that sac of flesh to bend her too far. Squelch, flesh crashed into her ear, and bubbled. He had eaten her alive. The lewd splorches of acrid slimes seeped into her scales, lubricated her scales with a disastrous heat that only helped her fit. She could feel her shoulder and her back pressing out against the surface of his tummy, even as she tumbled and it became the top of her head, the point of her knee as it almost dashed into her chin.

\tThere was simply too much meat for her all to fit in comfortably. More worrisome was the rapid descent of her tail, of her legs, forcing more and more of her to pack into the tightening sac. The ring of muscles worked waves into her scales as it fed her inside, each strong glp of his gullet giving her proud tail no choice but to roll deeper. In sudden blinding panic, she found herself shoving, struggling and twisting, kicking as she fought to push back up through that entrance while it was still open, before… before… The dragoness knew what would happen, but it was impossible to move more than a few inches, impossible to fight against the hot, flexible walls that only squished back down around her turns with powerful squeezing muscles. More, as she struggled, his gut bore down on her, reflexively crushing the life and struggle from her with a vice-squeeze, living flesh enveloping her from every side. With no way to resist, with nothing to do but flick her tail its tip slipped inside, and she felt knew, though she couldn’t see it, that the entrance sealed in a natural wave of muscles… and locked her away inside the caustic chamber.

\tImmediately, her surroundings felt so much hotter. The gryphon’s powerful heart beat a slow, thrumming the indomitable beat of his life into her dark prison. It surrounded her, muscles and flesh and bubbly, natural noises squishing about her, and as though fed by his desire alone the muscles of his belly rippled around her and worked her tighter into a ball. It was all she could do to spread her knees so she could keep them from ramming into her head, and her tail nearly crimped under the convulsing muscles, even when she pulled it free around her and his gut worked her into a tight fetal position. The caustic scent of digestive slime seeped around her, coating her in the slick, deadly mucous that only helped conduct the almost cooking heat of his belly into her scales. His flush flesh all but ground into her crevices, filling every nook washing away the protective sheen of saliva and even the acrid marking earlier that had made her descent all the easier.

\t“Nng… gah!” Elebris yelped, though even that was more a gasp that was all too quiet to do more than echo dully about his entombing gut. This was her fate. The dragoness's fate was to be his, and every crashing squeeze reminded her. The pulling squish of flesh working on prying her legs apart, on grinding against her tail and rolling soft, strong folds in an attempt to slather her intimates all of it was pushing her toward fulfilling her destiny as food. She was his. To use, to abuse, and to swallow away… even when it meant she would never resurface again. A particularly powerful squeeze made Elebris gasp out in discomfort, only to immediately cough and hack as the air offered no relief. Only caustic gases met her lungs as they quickly overpowered and inundated the too-thin air she had brought in with her, bringing a haze to her mind as she began to fade. All too slowly, she began to feel herself tiring, but she knew it would not be fast enough…. A slight itching tingle already bothered at the sensitive flesh in her nethers, beneath her tail and within her throat. Even her eyes, tightly closed against the all-consuming heat and darkness, began to complain. Yet, she would be a loyal toy, a loyal slut to the very end. Fear… she could not let fear overcome her. Even if she did, even if she thrashed and struggled and kicked, what would that accomplish? She would only end up worsening her condition, making her body all too easy for his to digest. Perhaps, it would allow her to use up her handful of air, before the worst of the process had her writhing… but, as the tingling itch travelled into her private depths, as it turned into a subtle burn against her revealed pink folds, she realized with a ragged exhale of excitement that she was looking forward to the experience. To experience what his belly would unleash on her, as her master digested her, worked her away in that last, pure, unstoppable attempt to turn every last scale of hers into energy for his muscles, for fuel for his gryphic form.

\tKiruan would certainly not disappoint. Great muscles ground down from every side into her, pressed in only to relax and finish their smear gently across her body. Even at its strongest, even when it bore down on her with all the pressure of a gryphon lying upon a wet cardboard box, it felt paradoxically soft and forgiving. The flexible flesh held the dragoness, supported her, rolled her about as though in a hammock bathing in the hot summer’s sun. She was so exhausted, so thoroughly abused that while he hung limply and allowed that hungry sac to work her to his heart’s content, it was all too easy to begin drifting in that tired haze. The increasingly stale air around her was no help, nor was the steamy soak of acidic slimes working into her. Gripping muscle kneaded into her scales, all but groping her every curve as he worked weary, softness, and digestion into her limbs. The gryphon’s body almost seemed to want to lull her into a deep black slumber. Even when it pulsed down too tight and pinched her tail around her back, it was hard to focus on the discomfort, or anything besides the churning maelstrom of his stomach working diligently over her. Between the concussive massage of squelching flesh around her and the shifting tumble of his rocking muscles, the challenge of staying awake only grew. Kiruan only made it all the harder when he began moving. Her prison swayed back and forth, rocking like a cradle in the wind as she realized that the gryphon was stalking off. Where was he going? Probably, she found herself thinking in the dim miasma, returning to his nest, or perhaps to patrol the depths of his forest. After all, he had come out of his usual territory and closer to civilization in their chase. Even after the faint hope of escape had been dashed by her carnal submission, he would need to return to enjoy his meal stewing within. Elebris fought back a groan, a spark of both arousal and tingling slimes as she realized that anyone who came across the wild creature that had devoured her would only see a bulged, gorged gut. Not any sign of an intelligent dragoness, and less sign of struggle below the content beak. Few, she knew, would dare try to take a meal from such a fierce predator.

\tGrrrrn, His stomach churned and groaned as it squeezed down around her, going from tight to tighter, before letting up, only to return with a strong clench before she had any time at all to recover. A pinch twanged from her tail, up her back, and a twinge from her toes as his gut churned and bent her tighter against herself, pushing her snout between her knees, tighter into a ball. Mercilessly and diligently, his muscles worked to digest her, each trickling droplet of emulsifying slimes rolling down and soaking into her scales. Gasping again in the pure, deep red darkness, Elebris didn’t even have the strength to choke against the acrid tingle as her lungs filled. It was impossible to focus on that as her every muscle reported a fiery bubbling under the continued onslaught of his body. She soaked in the raining ooze, and the steamy heat only seemed to grow hotter, broiling as her predator’s body kept it all in. It seemed as though she was cooking inside, slowly softening and becoming tender until she was little but a delicacy. Escape… escape could save her this burning pain. Perhaps, if she could ride the next clench and burst her snout right against the entrance of her stomach, she could kick out with her legs and push herself back into his throat. It wasn’t too late to escape this digestive fate, she tried to convince herself… Oh, her nethers would ache as they recovered from that caustic bath, and her lips would be terribly cracked and blistered, but she would live. Yet, even as she pushed with her knees, moved herself with his stomach’s continued churning and turned her head into the next undulating, squeezing, clenching knead of flesh, a darker instinct bubbled to the surface of her mind. It told her simply to relax, to let his stomach work her away and mingle their genetic structure. To escape would be life, but if she stayed, she would be his… not just his, but she would join with him in the way that had been hard coded into her species. Eat, or be eaten – she had known, even before she met him that it would likely come to this, and end with her in her mate’s belly.

\tEven so, she had to try! Didn’t she? It was all so confusing, compounded by the airless dizzy brought on by the caustic chamber as air thinned into less breathable gasses. Food… she was his food, his meal; she would be a loyal piece of meat to the end, and even if she did try to escape she knew there was little hope of an honest escape. After all, she would have to worm her way back up his gullet, fight against the constant swallowing work of muscles, gravity, fight for every inch clinging to slimy, slick walls that would offer no purchase, only to work her way back into his deadly beak. Then his paws, his wings would face her… and once already, he had caught her, when she had boasted a good night of sleep and had all of her strength at her disposal to attempt to break free.

\tThe tingling itch seeping into her body sparkled, its burn turned into a disquieting pain that made her want to smear her scales against the lining of her stomach, grind herself into his muscles, anything that would free her of the digestive fire working over her. Kicking and paddling with her arms, it was a struggle, but as pointless as all the rest – the motion only helped get the acidic slimes into untouched crevices, under her arms, deeper into her nethers. Sqlrch, her feet splattered against the firm base of his stomach, almost surely bulging out against his feathered tummy, even as she dove forward against the clenched entrance of his stomach., diving in a blind attempt forward… only to find pure shock as her snout pushed through the tight muscle, back into the oppressive tightness above! Splrch, the lewd sound welcomed her back into his throat, surrounded by roiling flesh as she rose. For a single moment, she was stunned. Never once in all her time with the gryphon had she seen any of his prey breach their way back into his throat, toward freedom. Even those brief forays that had taken her into the embrace of his crop and threatened to consume her entirely had taught her that his muscles were an immovable weight lift when he wanted otherwise. Power always forced her to his whim. The dragoness fought away the surprise, replaced it with a fearful hope that perhaps, perhaps he might let her free, or that she could even win her way out of his craw to clamber back into the fresh air. Away from the digestive pain still churning against her lower body… A wiggling push worked one shoulder into the slick flesh of his throat, then with a lunge the other burst in alongside her, wiggling against the pull of gravity, the solid tug of muscles instinctually trying to pull her back down, each pulse threatening to send her straight back where she belonged. The slightest slip and her fate as food would surely be sealed, as she knew she had not the strength to push free again.

\tYet, that same hope dropped like a rock, dropped like a limp rabbit into a gryphon’s belly as he spoke, around and above his struggling bulge.

\t“Mnrr, my prey thinks it can escape me…? Oh, my little slut… have you forgotten? You are mine.” Kiruan’s deep voice was an earthquake in his throat, and he punctuated his words with a single, incredible, powerful rolling swallow. Ullll-gck! Like coils of a great snake crushing the life from its prey, his muscles dashed into her shoulders, creaked against her bones and crushed down on her face, tugging her downwards into the abyssal belly of the beast. That little lump that had managed to impose itself back into the creamy feathers of his neck vanished again with just one swallow, and regardless of all her might trying to keep her legs straight ,the weight of what felt like a mountain of swallowing flesh bent her knees, and she collapsed. It was a cave in, crammed back into the possessive squeeze of his stomach. His gut seemed to take life from its prey’s attempted escape, grinding its powerful muscles down against her as it geared up yet again, burrowing and pressing in from every size, clasping and clenching down all around her to squeeze the very life from her. Somewhere above, she heard a relaxed belch, let loose with a stray strand of beautiful strawberry blonde hair as his belly removed all the excess space and entrenched her in the broiling hell of digestive slimes. Each crash ground against her scales, brushed so powerfully over her weakened form that she felt dully as it claimed first a few, then more, and more. That was it… without her scales, she was just meat, not even a dragon any more… simply food. Around her, little orange and purple scales decorated his flesh, though thankfully in the darkness she could not see herself coming apart and mingling with the digestive slime. Even had there been light, her eyes were closed tight against the burning onslaught, yet she could still feel them tickle against her cheeks as the turmoil of his muscles mixed  the hot, slick slimes about her. Slowly and surely, his belly worked her protective coat away, until she was more than just naked. There was nothing else between her and his satisfaction. Outside, he lifted a paw, which had momentarily braced against the ground when she had been active again, but now that she finally relaxed, it curled in to feel his bulged tummy. The handsome bulge squished beneath his pads, and he teased possessively, a low growl that she almost certainly could not hear, “All mine…”

\tAbove her, the entrance to his stomach tightened, softly twitching as its muscles worked themselves into a knot of impenetrable flesh… and the dragoness knew then that she would not be able to push through to freedom again. Questioningly, she begged at the entrance, huffed a deep breath in the airless environment trying to find something fresher, some remnant to keep her going, but even that was a faint wisp of hope, brought down to her by that concussive final swallow. His muscle didn’t give at all, refused to budge... Elebris could have laughed. It had been nothing more than a tease, all along. The slowly rising pool of steaming fluids bubbling around her worked inch after inch higher, tingling into the small of her back, rising around the curled coils of her tail and washing a pure fire into her sex, against sensitive and ever reddening skin, and for the umpteenth time his stomach collapsed down around her. Splorch, gurgling fluids bubbled around her, each noisy groaning worked through her, into her nostrils, soaking into her ruined hair, and as his muscles relaxed at last and gave her a moment of respite from the too-close climate of his stomach and the swampy digestive mire she tried… simply to get more comfortable. It was hard, as she felt her tail tangling around herself, and the walls of his belly turned her away from the sight of its sealed entrance… the impossible exit of his stomach, and instead embroiled her back into the world of its eager churn. Sweltering darkness began to take over her, aching into her throat and her lungs with the chemical flavor of air that was not air, all bringing the realization that oxygen had finally left her be. There was nothing to breathe but the caustic gasses of her own digestion, nothing that could give her any energy to fight with, and it left her locked away in the belly of the beast with the singular fate of digestion. There was no need for energy for her. She was the meal.

\tNo, all Elebris had to do was succumb. At every turn, her master had bested her. The great predator had caught her again and again and again, only to ravage her every time. Grrrl, his stomach groaned, vibrating nearly as much as his own purrs would quake his body into the pockets of thick, hot ‘air’ as they pushed slimy rivulets of drizzling dressing over her scales. Each squeeze tossed her and the slick fluids in his stomach like a salad until every inch of her body shone with that hot slather, until she could be broken down. She managed a pathetic kicking squirm, which only brought another reflexive squeeze of stomach muscles bearing down on their prey again. Under their embrace, the very breath was squeezed out of her, each roll of flesh digging into her skin until the burning tingle of digestion began to seep even into her bones. Slowly, she was digesting, succumbing as surely as any other meat in a gryphon’s strong belly. Once, she had boasted a resilient, strong body, that of a proud and matchless dragon. How many had she twisted to her will with only her tail? Now that strong muscle did the same with every squeeze, reinforcing her position little more than meat, finding no contest from a will long since broken by the mind-devouring strength and virility of her master. She felt herself worked under each knead, melted into protein-rich fuel for his body. It seemed almost as though it was happening to someone else – someone else moaned a mingled mixture of pain and acceptance that was lost under the grumbling, happy noises that themselves were muffled by his feathers. Her mind wandered to his venture, where he might be walking. It was impossible to tell from within, though she could feel him turn, feel the occasional clench of muscles as his belly swung between his legs and his muscles worked to keep her in place as he ducked beneath something. The gryphon’s gait was calm, his heart a steady and sure beat around her, drumming an otherworldly calm into her cleansing bath. The cloying heat, the ever-thinning breath brought her mind far away from the horrifying reality of her digestion.

\tYet, the muscles around her seemed intent on reminding her. His gut mashed down upon her from every side, mushing hot slimes into her body, into her digesting flesh repeatedly brushing the destructive heat, the melting and slick slimes into the core of her being. Elebris could feel herself vanishing away under the flood of enzymes, joining with the ever-rising pool of burning juices massaged into his meal, over the nape of her neck and across her belly, into her back. The sloshing waves lapped over her breasts, and she realized dully that the last of her scales had long since been eroded from her body, and were likely washing against her in the thick muddying soup of her prison. High on the caustic fumes, she was more than overwhelmed, such that when she heard a resounding crack, at first she thought of a branch, snapping under her master’s paw in his journey. But it was too loud, too loud there was something wrong, as it vibrated through her… snap¸ it sounded like the branches she tripped over, in that ill-managed haste that could not evade the gryphon. His muscles were so tight, so consuming, and as each grind tucked her tighter, as she felt herself curling much too far, and farther still with each unnerving crick of muscles kneading and grinding her into that hot space. Another crackle echoed through her confines, and at last she realized it wasn’t wood that was breaking – no, it was her body. Bones softened by each pounding pulse, soaked for what must have been hours now, they were finally giving way. The hot, cooking slimes basted her body, and like a thanksgiving turkey after cooking for only he knew how long, she was finally coming apart under the oppressive, omnipresent ministrations of his gut.

\tIt should have been shockingly painful, Elebris realized, but her head was swimming against the current of unconsciousness. When had her snout slipped beneath the hot fluids? Squelch¸ the grumbling muscles announced, rolling through the thick, digestive slimes that were an ocean around her, each groan as sure and strong as the last. Red-hot darkness took over, enveloped her mind, overwhelmed her body at last as it surrounded her with the ceaseless avalanche of his muscles still working over her body. Somewhere far off, she felt the stinging burn and the deadly numbness that came from soaking for far too long in an acid bath, but it could not matter any longer. All she had left was a final bubbling burble, exhaling, and she blacked out, her last breath taking a lungful of magmatic slimes. As though his stomach could feel its meal’s last reserves fading, it clutched down inwards, ground and subsumed her in its hugging, soft, unforgiving embrace. Her proud from was compressed, lost, muddied far beyond anything that was a recognizable dragoness, even as the very last of that air as it escaped his delicious meal.

\tUrrraap! Kiruan belched happily, curling the sound with his tongue as he let it spray from his beak, and it quickly trailed off into a rumbling, growling purr as he let her last breath escape. The roaring burp shook the trees, and scattered a flock of crows nearby with several indignant caws. In the time since he had devoured his dragoness, the gryphon had worked his way back into the deeps of the forest, and back to where his territory. The hidden nest, tucked into a grove of trees, awaited him, and between his legs hung the satisfying weight of his now-limp meal. A proud tingle danced through his sheath as he let the reality wash over him. He was intimately aware of his dragoness’s stilling, as each step of his prowl had been to exacerbate her situation `and almost the moment she stopped resisting his belly, his bulge had scrunched inwards. Even now, above the sound of each heavy paw fall, he could hear and feel as his belly compressed. Crick, his handsome bulge folded in on itself, shrunk as once-strong bones snapped, cracking against his muscles until within there was little but a lump of meat swelling the belly of the happy gryphon. The edges of his beak turned up in a smug smile, utterly and completely victorious. He boasted the look of a predator who had never expected the day to turn out any other way. Yes, he knew, the moment when she ran that she could flee, but never for a moment would she escape. Now… nevermore. She was his. There was no need to say it any longer. Elebris could never leave his side again.

\tWith a rustle, Kiruan unfolded his wings and spread them wide. All it took was a single flap, and his lunging pounce launched him into the air. After all, his day had just begun… and he had already been satisfied, completely and thoroughly in every want. He had tasted his mate, and her climax. She had done the same for his seed, stuffed herself with a delicious strawberry cream, and been loyal even to the ends of all her preyish instincts told her to flee. The gryphon could not blame her for such momentary lapses. They did not matter, in the end. No, in every way, in every instant that matters, she gave herself to him, and submitted. They were one… her, and the handsome, powerful leonine gryphon. There would be no need to hunt for a week, perhaps even two. Hunger… hunger would be no problem at all, with such thorough satiation. Arousal, on the other paw, twinged already between his legs, stoked by the bellyful of dragoness… and now, there was no way to soothe it waiting for him in his nest. Indeed, he would need to look for another hapless individual to spear with his barbed spire. That would go on… while Elebris, the delicious, delightful, strong dragoness would follow only in muscle, in the body that was the result of her hard-worked handiwork. She was simply another meal for a gryphon.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Losing a Dangerous Game", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "3", "views": "894" }