Hunger


The sounds of the great outdoors helped Ropes sleep. The wind rustling through the trees a short distance away. The occasional call of an owl. The low crackle of the fire beside which he was sleeping. It was a wonderful change of pace from the normal sounds to which the puma was accustomed. Loud, ear-splitting screams. Moans and pleading cries of ecstasy. The noises which to a pleasure demon such as himself were just a part of the job.

He was not, however, used to the rustling sounds which caused him to stir from his slumber. The quiet but noticeable shuffling and moving around of items within his pack; a sound which should not have been present, given that Ropes was travelling alone.

Silently, his eyes glowing as he used his demonic power to muffle any noise he might have made, the sandy furred puma rolled over onto his side. In the glow of the fire, he could see the hindquarters of the intruder. Her long, tufted tail whipped from side to side through the air, and her rump wiggled gently as she continued to root around amongst Ropes' belongings, her head buried most of the way inside his large camping rucksack. The puma quickly identified her as a gryphon; quadruped, but obviously at least somewhat intelligent due to her scavenging behaviour. Knowing her gender however was even easier, for her body bore not a thread of clothing upon it, and as her rear end drifted from side to side Ropes could see the outer lips of her nether regions, plump and pink, protruding through her brown fur.

Casually, pulling his bare body upright into a sitting position and crossing his legs in front of him, the puma cleared his throat.

The gryphon froze, and slowly, very carefully, withdrew her head from the bag. She craned her neck back over her right shoulder, and growled under her breath as she saw Ropes sitting there. Her body tensed up, wings flaring and preparing to take flight. She beat her wings and lifted off into the air, not looking back for even a second as she began to ascend over the campsite.

At the last moment, Ropes leapt up from where he was seated. Four green, vine-like tendrils burst from his back, and sprang skyward to ensnare each and every one of the gryphon's four terrestrial limbs. She let loose a wild, stunned cry, and began to flap harder in an effort to break free or even to lift Ropes off the ground. It was a pointless struggle though, and little by little Ropes reeled her in until the gryphon was forced to land once more. Only then, once she'd retracted her wings and minimised the chance of them being damaged, did the puma swiftly tighten the grip on the gryphon's limbs and tug each of them towards him. In an instant the female was on her side, struggling and shrieking in frustration but helplessly hog-tied.

Ropes stepped towards her, ignoring her warning growls and avian, raptor-like hissing.

"Why did you try to steal from me?"

The gryphon said nothing, simply squawking and calling out in bestial frustration and anger. Rolling his eyes, Ropes repeated himself.

"Why did you try to steal from me? Don't play dumb. That bag was zipped and tie-fastened shut. A feral would have ripped a hole in it, not opened it up as it was meant to be."

For a few moments the gryphon fell silent and utterly still. Then, her posture relaxing slightly, she cursed.

"Fuck."

Closing her eyes, the winged creature shook her head.

"Why should I tell you? It won't change anything, will it?"

Ropes' eyes drifted up and down the gryphon's body. She was a beautiful specimen of her kind. Chestnut brown in both feathers and fur, a pale yellow beak and piercing amber eyes. She had the breasts of a mammal, but her forearms were entirely scaled and ended in avian claws. If there was anything flawed about her, it was that she was thin. A little too thin, perhaps. The puma frowned.

"That depends. If you were trying to steal my possessions, you're a thief, and I have very little patience for thieves. But, if you were looking for food... if you're hungry, and need to eat?"

The gryphon's eyes opened, and she looked at Ropes with a mixture of fear and hope. What he said next was either going to make him a cruel and heartless monster, or a far kinder man than she had dared imagine still existed in this world.

"If you're hungry, then say so. I'll fix you up some dinner."

Glancing upward, Ropes saw that the moon was slightly past its high point in the sky. He chuckled.

"Or breakfast. Whichever you'd rather."

Blinking in shock, no longer struggling against the bindings around her ankles, the gryphon swallowed. She nodded, and spoke in a voice much softer, much less stand-offish than before.

"I... I haven't eaten anything but mice and birds for weeks. All the big game has been corralled in areas where bipeds like you are living, so you can hunt it at your leisure. And any time I try to go in and get some, I get shot at like I'm some sort of feral scavenger."

She snorted angrily.

"And now look at me. Caught being just that."

Nodding in sympathetic understanding, Ropes released the gryphon from his tendrils. Confused and surprised once again, the winged female scrambled back to her feet and spread her wings. Obviously she didn't trust bipeds, certainly not ones who were capable of summoning obvious magic. The puma hoped, however, that her stomach would listen even if her heart had yet to be won over.

"Wait... before you fly off, I was serious. If you're hungry, I'll make you some food. I'm on my way back to civilisation and I've still got plenty of my canned and dry goods left, so I won't miss it."

The gryphon remained grounded. She didn't look like she trusted Ropes any more than before, but over the fire the puma was certain that he heard her stomach growling. Slowly, she nodded.

For the next fifteen minutes the winged female sat silently, watching Ropes as he began to fry up some tinned meat, beans and mushrooms in a pan. It wasn't the most sophisticated meal on earth, but it was certainly going to be filling and hopefully pretty tasty too. As the meat began to brown nicely and the mushrooms softened in the meat juices and bean-y tomato sauce, the puma pulled a bowl and some cutlery out of his bag. It was only then, as he was holding the knife and fork, that he realised who he was serving. Wincing slightly, he glanced towards the gryphon and smiled apologetically.

"Uh... this is probably a really stupid question, but... how do you eat?"

The gryphon raised her eyebrows, but seemed not to take offence to the question even if the answer was rather simple.

"How does any quadruped eat? With my beak."

Though she may have somewhat missed the point of Ropes' question, the puma chuckled and nodded nonetheless. He poured the contents of the pan into the bowl, and slowly, seeing the continued worry in the female's eyes as he drew closer to her, approached the gryphon to set it down before her.

Stepping back again, Ropes watched as the gryphon sniffed at the food. She pecked at it, testing the waters, and after swallowing the first bite, the male couldn't help but smirk at the way her eyes widened. She went back for a second, larger mouthful. Then another, and another. Before long the bowl was empty, and rather breathlessly, shameless in her excitement, she addressed Ropes with a pleading question.

"I-is there... is there any more?"

The puma laughed, and nodded warmly.

One hour and two more bowls full of food later, the gryphon lay out upon the grass flat on her back. Her wings were spread out either side of her, and her forelegs were resting upon her slightly swollen belly. She cooed happily, and glanced towards Ropes who was sitting cross legged close by, watching her with a smile.

"That was delicious. Thank you..."

The female's cheeks flushed.

"...I'm sorry. I don't think we've even told each other our names."

Grinning, the puma shrugged.

"It's okay. If I'd been as hungry as you obviously were, I don't think I'd be much for small talk either. My name is Ropes."

Bowing her head in gratitude, the gryphon replied simply. With her stomach so full, content and safe in knowing that she would not be fought or shot at for trying to get a good meal for the first time in as long as she could remember, she looked and felt rather dazed and dopey. Like she could fall asleep and not wake up for a day, she was so satisfied.

"I'm Karra."

Ropes didn't reply. He too could see how full and pleasantly sleepy the gryphon looked, and so he just sat there, watching and smiling, as she smiled back at him. As she blinked repeatedly, the length of time her eyes spent closed getting longer and longer, until finally they simply didn't open again.

With the gryphon snoring slightly and her left back leg twitching as she began to dream, Ropes carefully and quietly eased himself back over to his sleeping bag. He lay down flat on his back, warm enough without actually getting into the cosy fabric, and closed his own eyes.

Soon, he was asleep once more.

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When Ropes awoke once more, he did so not because of the morning sunlight streaming down around him, nor even due to the sounds of anyone or anything else in the surrounding area. He woke up as a result of his own growling, a deep, passionate sound which was normally reserved for when he was either angry, or aroused. The puma's white eyes fluttered open mid growl, and immediately he realised why he was making such noises.

Straddling him, her tight, wet pussy already wrapped around the thick, uncut length of the pleasure demon's cock, was Karra. The gryphon was staring down at the male with wide eyes, and a dazed, gleeful look spread over her face. Even when she saw that Ropes had awoken, she didn't stop bouncing her way up and down the length of his cock. She simply bowed her head towards his, and let loose a cooing moan of pleasure.

"W-when I woke up, I saw you..."

She groaned softly in explanation, her cheeks flushed beneath her feathers as she felt Ropes' hands rise up and begin to caress her flanks, the puma not fighting what was happening in the slightest.

"...you were hard. It was moving. Twitching. It looked like you needed help, and since you'd already helped me..."

Her voice trailed off into another pleasure ridden gasp, and she shook her head.

"N-no. No, I can't pretend I am doing this out of kindness or obligation. I... I thought you looked attractive. I wanted you. So I took my chance."

Ropes shuddered, his hips bucking involuntarily, driving himself deeper, faster into Karra's tight pussy. The gryphon tossed her head and shrieked in pleasure, her depths clenching and quivering around the puma as he murmured to her tenderly.

"I'm very glad you did. The question is, are you glad you did?"

He knew the answer. The puma grinned as he saw the female's cheeks flush deeper still, and he swelled with pride as she practically moaned her answer.

"Yes... yes, so glad. I've never f-felt a man like you. It's like, e-every twitch, every beat of your heart makes me burn. Makes me want to... to scream."

The more she said, the more readily she confessed to her desire for the puma, the faster Karra began to buck and wriggle upon Ropes' shaft. He didn't even need to bring his tendrils into play, not yet at least. This woman was all too willing to give herself to him, wholly and completely. She knew she'd found a good thing here, and she didn't care that it felt too good to be natural or normal.

"I've been hungry for so long, Ropes. B-but, not just for food. Not just the way I thought. It's like I've been waiting for you. Like it was all worth it, b-because it led me to you. To this feeling."

Her beak hung open as she rode the puma's shaft, her breasts trembling, stiff peaked nipples protruding out from her thick feathers.

"I w-wish it was still night time. I wish the moon had just risen, so that I could enjoy this for hours. So that we could share a whole night of this feeling."

The puma licked his lips, growling in approval of this idea.

"Well, I've helped you once. What makes you think I won't help you again? If you want a whole night... there's only one solution. I'll have to keep you here until the sun goes down. I'll have to keep fucking you and making you cum until night. Then we can have our night together... if you're still conscious by then, at least."

Before Karra could answer, before she could do anything more than let slip a brief, giddy cry of excitement at the very idea of what Ropes was suggesting, the male flung his weight to one side and rolled the pair of them over. He straddled Karra just as she had him mere moments before, and after rooting his feet and fingertips into the soft earth either side of them, began to pump himself in and out of the gryphon's hot, tight pussy. His body moved like a machine, pistons pounding harder and faster with each passing moment. Within thirty seconds, Karra was writhing in pleasure. Within a minute, she was drooling openly out of the corner of her beak. Less than two minutes later, she was screaming as her sodden depths began to convulse and squeeze around Ropes' swollen cock.

The puma snarled joyfully as he felt the woman cum beneath him, drinking in the pleasure and satisfaction of her peak and using it to fuel his continued arousal. He felt her writhe and tremble, and finally fall limp beneath him, but his own thrusts didn't cease. Indeed he began to push harder, to fuck the gryphon with ever more intense vigour and passion. Again she wailed in pleasure, and again. Her eyes bulged, unable to believe what she was feeling, unable to understand how this man, however uniquely gifted he may have been, was able to keep going and going and going with such ease.

"C-cum for me... inside me."

Pleading between moans, Karra stared up at Ropes in blissed-out awe. He just grinned back down at her, nodding tenderly.

"I will, don't worry. But... if you think that will be the end? If you think when I cum, I'll stop, I'm afraid you're mistaken."

Licking his lips once more, Ropes leaned down and tenderly kissed Karra on the side of her beak, not breaking the stride of his thrusts for even a moment.

"I won't stop. Not until I know you've taken every drop you can handle. Not until I know your body can't stand any more. Trust me, Karra. You won't be hungry after this. In fact, I'm willing to bet you'll be so tired, so stuffed full, it won't just be a few hours you'll want to sleep for. It'll be days."

The gryphon said nothing in response. What could she say to something like that? There was only one possible way to reply, and she'd been doing that for quite some time now anyway.

Karra threw back her feathered head as yet another orgasm tore through her, and screamed her impossibly gifted lover's name in rapturous bliss.

"R-Ropes!"



By Jeeves