Grind n Tap A rather uniquely moving and colored Kulu-Ya-Ku pranced his way through the rooted grounds of the Ancient Forest. Exploring just beyond the bounds of the Wildspire Waste. It was time for him to expand his horizons! Witness new and fascinating flora and fauna, research to his heart's content, and report back- Oh, right…he didn't have to report back anymore given his freshly non-Hunterly appearance now. He could pursue and do research in any way his heart desired or wanted now. Not with no fleets to hold him to a standard or watch over his every move. Do this to regulation, do that by the book! There was a strange liberation that Saireneth found while walking among the various monsters of the New World. He wouldn't say that they treated him as an equal to them. More so, they don't allow themselves the same level of caution that would come from spotting a Hunter in the wild. Monsters he once thought were just instinctually driven and territorial are now learned to only have been protecting their own. A pair of Rathian and Rathalos he conversed with proved as much. They are merely surviving, not malicious. The pair spoke of how they only want to raise and protect their eggs. They didn't even hint to where, but they helped direct him away from the more unsavory sectors of the Ancient Forest. This short time that Saireneth has spent being a Kulu-Ya-Ku has made him truly consider. Were these creatures that people…human referred to as monsters really that, or are people the real monsters and simply don't understand their roars and growls? The first thing that Saireneth noticed upon his sudden change from Hunter to Kulu was that he could understand all the monsters now. It was a universal language across the board. From a Nergigante to a fellow Kulu. Their once growls and visceral screeches now formed into sentences and phrases he could intently understand. As if he was talking to a person! Saireneth himself was a peculiar case. Being largely the same as a regular Kulu, size and feature wise. Minus the differencing in size in various places. Mainly within his height and elongated beak. One could tell he was a Kulu. In and out. What made him stand out the most were his green patterned and tinted feathers that plumed and stretched across his arms and head. The standard bright yellow and red feathers were fully green and getting darker as they went up, the tips being the brightest and the most standout feature. They blended in with the mossy and grassy terrain of the Ancient Forest more than the sandy browns of the Wildspire Waste. Fortunately, most just assume it's a mutation, and it likely is just not how they imagine. Saireneth was once a Hunter. Or a researcher. He still did field work and carried a weapon. He never actually did any hunting himself. He much preferred to take notes and observe many behaviors of the wildlife. One disadvantage to claws now. He can't write his thoughts down! A sacrifice for gaining claws, scales, and feathers. Saireneth was lucky enough to come across an albino scaled Nergigante as his first encounter with a fellow monster. This Nergigante, named Reevhus, helped guide and assist him in the basic facets of being a monster. As observing and doing are two very separate things! Despite it all, Saireneth still seemed to have largely kept his human side of the brain rather than it being overwritten by his more monster side. All his memories of being a man remain. He wonders what exactly changed him? Was it that dish of the Palico chef? The timeline of events from his day as a human to his waking of being a Kulu-Ya-Ku is fuzzy. He found little solace in lamenting about the past. He often considered what he was leaving behind, and…it was not really much! He was a lowly field researcher. One who contributed nothing, no one already knew. He never scored a big discovery and climbed the ranks of the Commission. Maybe this life is better for him? A life among the monsters that he so secretly adored. Amongst other feelings~. Saireneth had completely forgotten what he was initially out here for? Figuring out how this world works as a monster was paramount, learning his environment and body in such a way that only going out and actually experiencing it will teach him. He's not entirely clueless, after all. He was once a Hunter. He learned a thing or two about surviving out here. Some skills that come with that are transferred over. Navigation and general knowledge of monsters has been handy. Saireneth feels almost natural at this whole trudging through the confines of the Ancient Forest. He's not sure if the thrill of exploration is guiding him or if he has some untapped instinct coming to the surface? The area of the forest he was currently in was never anything he had seen before. As a Hunter or Monster. The bowels of this fallen tree have led him down a mossy incline of unimaginable depths. The rays of sunlight are becoming more and more dim as he trotted down this slope. Various roots and plants clung to the interior of this log like their life depended on it. The miniscule droplets of water, the sounds of his hind paws scratching the bark. The depths of this log knew no bounds. He only hoped that the incline didn't just lead to a blocked cavern or a hidden monster nest. Saireneth slowed his pace and ran one of his talons across the stretch of the fallen log. Scratching into its brittle surface in a moment of unmistaken peace. He would've probably never ventured here as a Hunter. But this logged tunnel? The circular formation of moss, the crumbling sections of decay from resting for so long. This is nature, untouched by research, by knowledge. By…Hunters. It was then that he decided. He must know what is at the end of this mossy slope! Such untapped exploration. Not for anyone else's sake. He's already too deeply inclined anyway to just trudge back up, anyway. That's what he'll tell himself~. The curious Kulu was cautious, however. Being very aware of the dangers that could lurk within this secretive inside of the Forest. Untold and undocumented secrets even by the Commission. He knew the moment he set a hind paw off that mossy slope that this place was undisturbed by any ounce of Hunter or research. The free-flowing grass to the flowing streams of water and the even bigger river that stood out more. He found himself the absolute treasure trove of discovery. This fallen log must have wedged itself within a rocky slope, which perfectly covered the entrance to this underworld oasis. Mainly signified by the calm, flowing river along the stretch of grass. Saireneth scanned his surroundings and discovered this place was teeming with life. Mainly of the endemic variety within this grassy field. He trudged forward through the wavy blades that went up to his ankles. The Kulu watched his step with extra mindfulness of his pacing to not squish any of the buggy critters that lurked below. He pondered the area. It still had rays of light, so he wasn't underground like he initially thought. It's like a canopy of leaves and grown brush that hid this place from any prying eyes covering the upper section. Looking through the above vines, he saw plenty of birds and even recognized a few Downy Crakes in a flock of their own. This kind of discovery would be an endemic life searcher's first big find. Now, though? He was just enjoying watching the flock groom and chip singing at each other. Admittedly, almost straining his neck to monitor them, but he did for just a short while. Taking in all the sounds and smells, this pure forested area offered. Once he finished looking up at the Downy’s, he made his way to the long, flowing river. It didn't seem to end in either direction. The crystal clean water was true for all the Ancient Forest, but here, especially. He would use this for navigation. Flowing water always leads to a larger source. The question he was wondering most is which side to start with? Saireneth squatted himself down and plunged his beak into the cool, refreshing flow of water. The first sip he took was almost like he drank directly from the purifier, but…better! He used this opportunity to clean off some of the mud and grass that clung to his body and lower legs. Groom himself like a proper Monster would. Normally, he would have a quarrel or two bathing so openly, but that's not what this is. Is it? He's also already not wearing anything! As if being wet was going to cause any more exposure to his naked Kulu body. As he scrubbed and plucked off the dirt clumps that stuck to his lower paws, he couldn't help but chuckle a little at the situation. Saireneth was enjoying the whole reptile advantage of his anatomy. He splashed around for a short time, enjoying the coolness of the river remaining to the shallow side so he could leap out at any moment's notice. Just in case. There was a strange sound that emanated from the other end of the river, though. He was a tad worried but kept a watchful eye. Nothing came for him, however. He could scrub himself down and then leave the river in dripping wetness without a hitch. He climbed himself up the slippery rock slope and shook himself off. Spreading droplets of water all over the stone beneath his paws. Saireneth listened a bit more intently to the sound he heard during his river dip. It was a slight challenge to pinpoint exactly where the sound was coming from, but he didn't doubt it was the opposite side from where he stood. What if something needed help? Saireneth decided to put his investigation plume on and see what all this fuss was about. His best guess was that it was a Monster struggling. Given the sound of the, he assumes growls. It was difficult to tell what it exactly was with the flowing water taking the auditory priority. The Kulu-Ya-Ku used his dexterous legs and limbs to leap across the stretch of river. Granted, it wasn't entirely that wide of a stretch, but he still had to back himself up properly and gain enough speed to propel the rest of himself forward. He stuck the landing exceptionally well and even impressed himself with the fall control. Also, being lucky that the rock was not slippery didn't cause him to fall upon his feathered ass the moment he touched the ground again. He already considered the limitations of his previous Hunter body with that leap. He would've never made that jump before and just ended up in the river with a bounty of wet gear. He closed the thought for now and trudged his way to the increasingly frustrated sounding growling now that he could hear it better. His memory banks didn't recognize what it was exactly, but he was more curious than afraid to find out! He turned a corner of brush and bush and laid his eyes upon the creature that was causing such a ruckus. It was…he got an even closer look because he wasn't even sure! Hoping the creature wouldn't be hostile. It was a dragon, for sure. A green one, at that. A heavily green one, emerald scales covered its entire body. He didn't know of any green dragons in his old research notes. Did he? The creature was bound entirely within thick vines that covered their entire body, wrapping and clinging to every limb and not letting go, despite the dragon's efforts to break free. The only reason it didn't see Saireneth is because the way it was tied down was having their back to him. Which they were also on. Their wings were scrunched and bent in a clearly uncomfortable manner. Despite the dragon being upon their back, they clearly struggled to both get out of this grasp of vines, but also to do anything other than growl through their wrapped maw. These vines hindered every part of them. Saireneth, having looked from a distance long enough, made himself known, remaining behind the beast. He crept forward to get closer. “Hello, I am Saire-” He didn't even get to introduce himself. The dragon instantly juddered within their vineful confines and gave out the most “Help me, please,” growl any creature could interpret. His darker green eyes screamed with desperation. Saireneth circled around to the front of the green dragon and looked at their situation a little closer. It would seem they either crashed into this, or they tripped over some kind of rotten log? Either way, he was going to help. Holding his claws up, he spoke again. “Okay, I'm going to need you to stop fidgeting! I can't cut through the vine layers and be mindful enough to not hurt you if you keep adding moving into the equation!” The Dragon, despite his bound state, understood that this strange Kulu was his only hope at the moment and compiled. Saireneth had the purest of intentions with this dragon. However…his investigative brain is wondering what exactly this particular dragon is! Reeves would know. He knew this was an Elder Dragon. Of some variation. But the green scales, facial features, and general size led him to be more than confused. Despite a few glances here and there, Saireneth decided it may be best to ask the dragon himself! With a careful stretch, making sure not to make any nefarious move upon the dragon, Saireneth leaned upward and dug his claw up and down the vine that wrapped around the dragon's muzzle. Taking careful and precise strokes to free at least his mouth so he could speak. At least…Saireneth assumed this dragon was a male! Without a proper look, the Kulu would never know! They didn't look very feminine, but that green hue… The irony of this statement isn't lost on him. “This vine has really got its grip on you!” He exclaimed when the wrapping around the dragon's muzzle didn't even seem to tear at all. “Can you adjust your maw to loosen it, make the cutting easier?” The dragon looked confused only at first before tilting their head slightly and opening whatever bit they could. It loosened the grasp of the vine and lowered the pressure of its bind across the dragon's muzzle. Saireneth was finally getting somewhere with his cutting. Slowly but surely! It'll be off with a few more swipes. “Annd, you should be free,” Saireneth cut a few more swipes on the vine that wrapped the dragon's muzzle. “Now!” With an enthusiastic tug, Saireneth fell backward and heard the most audible, relieved puff of air from the dragon's snout. He quickly got himself back up and locked eyes with the dragon, who finally could speak properly despite the rest of his current bindings. He flexed his limbs and sighed, trying to stretch out despite the web of tangled plants that gripped him. “I thank you for the help. I've been bound here for all of,” he paused for a moment, recalling and looking up at the sky. “2 moons! Yes. How about you free me from the rest of these rooted bindings, and I will be on my way?” Saireneth, however, saw an opportunity. “Well, I would free you. But, what do I gain aside from a good deed? Humor me a moment, dear Dragon. I merely seek knowledge. I want no wealth or transaction from you, just information.” The dragon growled. “How do I know you'll commit to letting me go? Should I follow along with this interrogation?” Saireneth pondered as he circled the still bound dragon. Admiring his muscular structure, almost distracted. “I suppose you don't, but rest assured. I never even came here for you. I was just wondering. You being stuck like this is a prime opportunity for me to learn and observe.” “So what, I'm just some specimen for you to gawk at?” The dragon once again snapped back. Saireneth didn't waver, however. Swaying his tail, he approached the dragon in his sprawled out state. Playfully running an index talon up his ankle to his thigh and pausing just before reaching the inner hind leg. “You can be my specimen if you desire.” he backed off, taking a couple of steps to give the dragon their deserved space. “I will not have you do anything you don't want, though. I can just cut you loose if you aren't a frisky sort.” He saw the dragon ponder through those deep green eyes of his. “What…do you propose?” Saireneth approached once again. “Just a sharing of knowledge, bodies, pleasure. You learn about me, I learn about you. I'll even gradually cut your bindings off as we go. What do you say?” “What if I say no?” Saireneth shrugged. “Then I cut you loose anyway, and we both move on. I can't just leave you tied up for refusing to mate with me.” He grinned through his beak. Only because he used mate in a proper sentence. “I've never had a Kulu all to myself before. Alright, I accept your mating offer.” He lifted his limbs as much as he could muster. “The vines could make it more fun, anyway. Before we begin…” Saireneth glanced over, trying to hide his excitement. “Yes?” He asked. “Can you get me a drink? And a fruit of any kind, I do not care. I need some kind of sustenance, please.” The green beady eyes gleaming with need. Saireneth ran a paw across and down his beak. “Of course! It slipped my mind. You said you were here for two moons? Right away!” He chuckled as he left. “Sit tight!” Saireneth trotted to the flowing river and scooped up and pawful of water, and picked some null berries to rest within his arms. “This should be enough to hold you over?” He asked. “Oh, for sure! Bring it here I'll…” he paused and glanced up at the Kulu, who was clambering onto him. “R-right you'll have to-” “I would be happy!” Saireneth resisted the urge to sway his tail or make any sexual comment about being on top of a dragon right now. Cuffing his paws together under the dragon's muzzle, Saireneth carefully dipped the water upwards so that the dragon could drink. Without spilling a single drop. “My, my. Thirsty, are we?” Saireneth teased. The dragon rumbled with a gulp. “Mhm, yes I am! I don't imagine I'm all quenched either~,” Saireneth felt surprised but kept his composure. “Before I give you these berries. Care to tell me what you are, exactly?” The dragon gave what was an equivalent to a shrug with his forepaws. “What do you mean? I'm Safi'jiva. Well, A Safi’jiva, I should specify. I didn't fit in the molten crags of the Elder's Recess, so I made my way here. To the Ancient Forest. It was by choice. I wasn't driven out or anything.” “Interesting,” Saireneth commented while dropping a berry into the dragon's mouth. “You're quite an enigma then, like myself. Your scales are like that of a lime. I've seen nothing like it.” The dragon stopped chewing for a moment and asked. “The heck is a lime?” Saireneth quickly had to recover. “Oh, it's a…rare fruit that grows in the Ancient Forest! It's green, very sour. Anyway…what's your name?” The dragon was skeptical but brushed it off. “Oh, me? I'm Physil. You are?” Dropping the last berry in, Saireneth grinned. “I am Saireneth! Kulu extraordinaire! Pleased to meet you, my emerald scale covered friend. Now…” he grasped his paws together. “I believe we have some knowledge to gain!” Physil sighed. “I suppose it is. You fed me and freed my muzzle. Go on, explore to your heart's content~,” Saireneth didn't even need a second to leap himself back off of the dragon and land right between his legs on the grassy ground. Loafing himself downward, Saireneth got comfortable leaning between the dragon's legs and enthusiastically lined his beak up with his haunch scales. He looked up at the dragon as he simply asked. “May I?” The Safi’jiva gave a nervous nod. “You may. Do you need me to help or guide you at all?” he asked with the biggest hint of nervousness, having a stranger's beak so close to his genitals. “I believe this is more of a paws on kind of learning for me,” he chuckled. “I'll be careful, I promise.” Physil gave a whimper but that didn't stop the Kulu's beakley advancing. Saireneth grazed the very edge of Physil's slit. Dipping his very curious beak tip within that surprisingly tight orifice. The first thing Saireneth noticed was the alluring scent of those folds. He pushed his beak in even further and felt just how tight it was within. His effort wasn't without a growing reward. It would seem this emerald scaled Safi’jiva was quite sensitive around the slit. Saireneth would use this to his advantage in both…the pursuit of knowledge and pleasure! Sticking his tongue out, he grazed the tip of what he believed was Physil's cock. This caused both Monsters to shiver in delight. Saireneth felt his own cock growing from his slit. The excitement that came with slit diving was just too much to ignore for this Bird Wyvern. Saireneth plunged his beak in and out in rapid fashion. Inserting and removing his beak repeatedly and getting deeper and deeper each time he entered again. The writhing and groans from Physil were enough information Saireneth needed to keep at it. He took a deep, long whiff of Physil's masculine scent and held his beak within halfway. Removing it with a deep huff, Saireneth used his front paws to spread the Safi’jiva's legs and watched his slit expand and reveal his cock in a consistent growth. Not impeded by the beak blocking his scently vent. “My, my. Needy, Safi, are we?” Saireneth asked, staring at that fully throbbing flesh with deep need. The impressive spire of Physil bobbed and bounced right between his deep purple eyes. Physil tugged at the vines and bounced his hips. “Y-yes, it's been a while since I had any form of release, I don't deny…” he tried to look away with a gruffled huff. “Don't worry, poor dragon. I'll tend to your needs,” Saireneth said, glancing down at his own tampered, throbbing penis. “Among other things…” he grinned through his beak. Not even trying to hide his own excited arousal. Tilting his head, he opened his beaked mouth up wide. Starting at the tip, he ran his impressively slick tongue across the surface of the unflared tip. Running across that sensitive top. Circling with his saliva around, he ran across Physil's urethra, thrusting in and out of his cock slit and a few times in teasing fashion before deeply penetrating for a few tongue-thrusts. The dragon wasn't even sure how to react to the sudden intrusion of his proud spire. Feeling the slobbering of his tip and then the deep tonguing of his cock slit caused his entire body to jolt and shiver. Saireneth had enough of his cock slit penetration and slurped his tongue out with a wet and squelching burst. Keeping his head tilted, he used the edges of his beak to play with the most outer ridges of the Safi before ending right at the bulbous base of his cock. The Kulu, using his beak. Gripped along the very base of Physil's impressive dragonic shaft. Closing his beak slowly, with his cock within. He stroked up and down slowly. He got a feel for his neck tilt and the motion itself. This felt all natural to the Kulu! Saireneth couldn't keep his own lust within. As he stroked off this rumbling, huffy dragon at feeling the keratin from his beak, he used his own paw to grip at his own cock. Matching the rhythm of his beak's motion made it even more enjoyable for them. The Kulu got rather into it. Both picking up the pace of his own cock strokes, but also along Physil's member. Slobbering and praising the entire length with his beak. He attempted to use his tongue across each ridge. He didn't even slow down when the base of the Safi’jiva's cock swelled. Saireneth didn't know that a Safi’jiva had a potential knot! That meant that he was close to his orgasm. The Kulu slowed his beak motions. He, too, was rather close to his own. Enthusiastically lost in his own paw. He went quicker and quicker with his strokes. The enthusiastic Kulu noted Safi’jiva's growing knot. Opening his beak wider as he eased down the dragon's imposing, throbbing shaft. He wrapped his tongue across the bulbous base and closed his beak around the knot in a playful pressure. Saireneth moved his free paw to stick a couple of talons across Safi’jiva's tight tailhole. Caressing along that scaly tail caused Saireneth to shudder with delight. Appreciating the intimate texture along the dragon's thick haunch appendage, which he briefly admired. It was too much for the Kulu to bear! He stroked himself furiously, both along his cock and the Safi’jiva's tail and circling a few talons to spread his tightly unused hole. Saireneth squeezed his beak across Safi’jiva's knot, and both of them reached their climatic peak with such fine teasing! With his beak firmly latched upon that knot and his talons spreading the Safi’jiva succulent hole. The musky, earthly delight encompassed every sensation that Saireneth had. It's almost as if his scent got more intense the more he indulged in knot slobbering. Saireneth jutted and jerked as his climactic bliss overtook his mind. Feeling the expanded knot of Physil pulse and harden within his beak did something exquisite to the Kulu. Furiously milking his own cock, Saireneth had a bursting orgasm all over the ground. With a beakfull of knot and talons along the Elder's tight hole, he couldn't contain himself! He writhed and groaned despite his beak being blocked. Ropes of thick bird seed plastered the ground beneath him, and he stroked throughout his entire climax, easing every single spurt to its maximum pleasure. They both had their orgasms at the same time! While Saireneth was busy bursting his own load, Physil didn't fall behind his own orgasmic bliss! Feeling the edges of his tight pucker being played with by such delicate talons, his ever-growing knot getting fondled and slobbered with the clamping beak pressing upon that bulbous formation. Stroking up and down his ridged spire. Despite his efforts to resist Kulu's pleasure giving intentions, he simply couldn't anymore. Being tied and vulnerable only amplified this climax. He screeched out in a carnal snarl, his cock exploding in thick strands into the air and splattered back down upon his thighs, chest, and belly. The wide and long ropes of Elder Dragon cum spread across his green scales in messy strands. Pulse after pulse within the Kulu's enclosed beak did the Safi’jiva's climax coat his own body. He was clearly pent up and desperate for every morsel of pleasure. Bucking his hips throughout his orgasm. Tugging his limbs despite the pressure of the vines that bound his legs. He let it all flow with uncoordinated thrusts and long ropes to splatter his body in orgasmic pulses. Both Monsters relished in their climactic highs for a few moments. Panting and snarling afterglow. Them cumming together no doubt amplified whatever this pursuit of knowledge was for Saireneth. Mainly being that a Safi’jiva has massive orgasms! The Kulu unlatched his beak from the knot gently with a couple of teasing strokes to lick off any dripping cum that remained. Saireneth laid there and panted, admiring the sheer mess that clung and meshed with the emerald scales of this unique Safi’jiva. “How was that for some knot play?” Saireneth teased while flinging his own mess from his talons onto the grassy ground. Confidence surging as he, a lesser Monster by all accounts, just brought one of the biggest, baddest Elder's to his climactic peak. Saireneth was getting quite happy with his wealth of Elder Dragon sexual knowledge! This a deep huff and laying his head back, Physil rumbled in appreciation. “I would say…yes. Never did I expect a beak would bring such pleasure.” His cock throbbed, and he looked past his messy scales and at Saireneth with an explicit need. “It would seem I'm still in for some pleasure,” he grinned and pulled at his vine's limbs, swaying his tail playfully from side to side in excitement. “Care to tend to my knot once more?” he teased with a hint of curiosity on the request. Saireneth leaned forward and caressed his messy paw across the bulbous, still formed knot of Safi’jiva. Playfully easing his claws up the entire shaft and stopping at the expanded tip. He then took his other paw and grabbed the cock at both sides, stroking and rubbing his beak across the moist tip. His action and lustfully purple eyes told the Safi’jiva all he needed to know from Saireneth's intentions. The Kulu-Ya-Ku was enthusiastically slobbering across the flared tip of Physil's cock while stroking from the middle ridges all the way to the knot. Saireneth enjoyed the potent, pent-up scent that exuded from Safi’jiva's genitals. Such a powerful, fertile grounds of pleasure. Throbbing against his beak. Saireneth licked across the tip of Physil's cock and then right into his cockslit. Poking that flared urethra with his tongue in a sloppy gush of lewd fluid mixture of saliva and precum. He nuzzled with his beak and milked the Elder's cock for every drop he could slather. The Kulu repositioned himself and stroked rapidly at both sides. Nothing else was within his mind, aside from the cock in front of him. With the various snarls and hip pumps, Physil was close to another orgasm. So soon too~. Saireneth thrusted his tongue in and out of Physil's urethra and leaned a paw downward and teased at his slit folds before using the lubrication that leaked down his cock to cover his talons and gently dug within his tailhole. In a rhythmic motion, he stroked and clawed within the hole.. The deeply salty taste engulfed his tongue, and he only wanted more, and more he received! Physil couldn't even give a proper warning beyond a shaking roar! Saireneth braced himself for the ropes. He removed his tongue with a torrent of semen that splattered across his beak a few ropes before he opened his mouth to catch the rest of the flow. The Kulu stroked Physil’s cock and enjoyed the sloppy warmth that coated his throat and inner beak. The ejaculation of the Elder didn't seem to be lesser despite it being another so soon! He snarled through his rope, shooting. Bucking his hips desperately to get as much pleasure from his cock pumps as he can. Being bound and tied down, letting his pleasure be entirely up to the Kulu who is milking him dry… Saireneth revealed in the cummy mess the dragon coated him in. He couldn't even swallow every burst, despite efforts. The Kulu did stroke and slobber for each pulse and throb. Maximizing the pleasure that the dragon received. With a final, audible swallowing gulp, Saireneth huffed out and leaned his head down to nuzzle the dragon's knot one final time. “You're such a messy dragon. A tasty one too~” he complimented. Kissing the knot. Down to his slit and ending at his tailhole with a lasting smooch with his beak tip. Physil was panting heavily and couldn't help but chuckle. “Your beak is incredible,” he shivered. Flexing his binds and huffing once more. “Can you cut me loose now? I've had my bondage of fun. I need to clean these scales off.” Saireneth stood up and licked his beak, admiring the cummy ropes that still clung across Physil's belly and chest scales. “Mhmm, maybe you look better covered in such a mess,” he teased, leaning forward more onto the dragon and looming over him. “Besides, it's not like these vines are going anywhere.” Saireneth did, however, dig his claws into the bounds that wrapped the dragon's front arms. “I'll free you. I did promise, but I don't think my investigation is done.” Saireneth used his other paw to pull the dragon's maw into his beak, turning sideways and locking their tongues together. The lingering salty taste of his semen filled his taste buds. The Elder didn't even try to fight the luster. Closing his eyes and moaning down the Kulu's beak. He felt Saireneth's cock rubbing across his scales. The Bird Wyvern seems to have other investigatory plans than just freeing the emerald Safi’jiva… End: