His eyes didn't part from Tommy, the sway of the little buck's hips with each step drawing him closer. He couldn't help himself, each new day adding to that expert tease, the gryph watching that curved rump swish, musk growing thicker around him as his length swelled - he had to have him. He mounted the gazelle right then and there, fore curling around his chest, pinning him against whatever was nearby. That mount was quick and fluid, the hot press of that already-drooling length shoving up beneath his tail, riding through that dark, stretchy ring with thrust after eager, firm thrust, bulging in the gazelle's belly, oozing that virile pressed deep between those white-furred cheeks. He grunted out as he hit his hilt, the barbs adorning the breeder's gryphonhood almost visible through that belly with each thrust, lewd slaps echoing out as Tommy moaned for more.
He was deep thanks to that special anatomy, the pent, teased gryphon shooting his first load quick, making the buck's belly swell and sag with seed as his hips continued to pummel that rump, working tirelessly to dump every drop of that viscous nut within him. he made sure it all stayed put, too, riding that thick, musky sheath against him, making those heavy orbs smack lewdly against the gazelle's own smaller pair....
Another load loosed hard and deep through the buck's ass, those breederhips still rolling, still grinding hard, eagerly riding through Tommy's tube, working each and every one of those barbs through those clenching depths, those moans fading as the gryphon only gave him more and more of what he'd been asking for, even more than the buck could take as time would tell.
Those smacks soon grew muffled and slick as his seed began to seep out around his hilt, the breedergryph long past the desperate moans fore more now, just the tired, defeated grunts of bliss calling up to him as he worked towards one last peak, seed running the lengths of Tommy's legs to pool along the ground beneath, the hot, heavy smell of that breeding clinging to him, flooding his senses as he could taste it in his muzzle, one final hilt dumping the last bit of heft those orbs carried into that well-bred rump, the splatter of gryphonspunk stringing to the ground beneath telling only part of the story as the gryphon pulled out, leaving the gazelle panting, leaning to the wall for support as he tried to gather himself.
Tommy (Nodus) is one of the first people I friended on SL and he's been a good friend through all my shenanigans on there. He's also got a very cute butt <3 (It's all mine! no touching! :p)
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