~The Rider and her Gryphon
Tags: GryphonxHuman
     
    She tended to his wounds, bandages and cloths stained in red. Despite the fact that they were merely flesh wounds, she still found herself worried for her friend. The friend in question a proud wintry gryphon, blue eyed with white fur and plumage. He was strong, he was victorious, pieces of wyvern still caking his razor talons. His broad chest puffed proudly to assert his supremacy, but a concerned glance amidst this powerful facade, told her that he was more worried for her than she was of him.
            "Don't worry Azrael, I am unhurt," she tried to soothe him as she patted some of the messier cuts with the rags she had on hand. Running out of clean bandages, she had already started tearing off pieces of her clothes as substitute. So much of her clothes had been torn off and reappropriated as bandages that her tunic had been torn down to little more than a loincloth and short singlet. One more strip was torn off for bandages and the underside of her breasts were exposed to the wind, causing her to shiver even harder.
    Azrael wanted nothing of it, he nudged the busty blonde back and gazed into her matching eyes. That was what drew him in the first place, her eyes were like looking in a mirror. He was intelligent, but his mind was less like a human's and more like a crow's. Her demeanour was off, and lies weren't a thing he cared enough to listen to. His steely gaze bored into her.
    The gryphon rider, Penelope, was always soft hearted. She looked away from him, "I just... don't want to see you hurt..." she showed a battered, but well bandaged, left arm, the blood stains matching the spacing of the wyvern talons.
    The gryphon cawed a soft, sad tone. He nudged her away again, failing to contain the concern on his face, before taking off. Penelope was confused and deeply worried, by the gesture, staring at the blood spatter on the snow. She surveyed the mountaintops before her, trying to track Azrael in the fog.
    Before long however, Azrael returned, talons notably free of gore and his plumage picked clean of particularly blood soaked feathers. He landed in a clean patch of snow, his wingbeats kicking up the fresh fall for the compacted snow underneath.
    Penelope giggled as she approached, "What, you took off on me just to pretty yourself up? gods above Az, what am I to do with you?"
    Azrael gave a happy trill as he bounded forward, nudging her with his face. She gave a laugh and patted him giving him a scratch on the back of the head. Azrael had his eyes closed and beak open in a rough approximation of a smile. He could feel her shivering in the breeze so he quickly rounded Penelope and wrapped a wing around her and nuzzled into her face.
    Penelope scratched his head, and a gentle mock purr escaped his beak. It wasn't long before Azrael noted that Penelope's shivering was getting worse. The gryphon, raised his head and looked about, noting a cave on one of the nearby summits.
    He bowed and nudged her with his beak in an effort to get her to saddle him. She complied, "What is it Az? not another wyvern I hope?"
    Azrael allowed her ample time to settle into a decent seating position, which told Penelope that it wasn't an immediate danger. Azrael took off, kicking off the rocky mount with a mighty beat of his wings. He glided over, angling straight for the cave. Penelope held on tight, the wind shearing through her, and the cold bit down to the bone.
    Azrael slowed and folded his wings, landing in a run and diving straight into the cave mouth. The cave was shallow, the rear of the formation was still lit in reflected sunlight, but there was enough cover from the cold inside. As soon as Penelope clambered off and fetched the firestarter and some kindling from a pack on Azrael's hind, Azrael vaulted over and years of training and experience took over. He dug up some snow and started patting it town into a makeshift wind barrier, with a gap in the top for smoke. He was wise enough to know that as long as she could start a fire in there, he would feel warmer.
    Penelope's makeshift fireplace was constructed long before Azrael built the barrier, so Azrael returned to find her kneeling by the fire, warming her hands. The gryphon approached from behind and wrapped his wings around her, but immediately recoiled upon touching her clothing.
            "What's up Az?"
    He snapped the clothes with the tip of his beak. A cursory feel told Penelope that the fire had melted the snow into water. With a sigh, she started undoing the rags that remained of her clothes.
            "Gods above, you know how uncomfortable this will all be when the water sinks through?"
    Az merely cocked his head. As smart as he was, human speech and abstract notions did allude him somewhat.
    Penelope sighed, and felt somewhat bashful all of a sudden. She'd disrobed a couple of times around Azrael but didn't make much of a habit of it. Cold weather flying was certainly out of the norm and being drenched in melting snow while the outside was in a growing white out was not conducive to flying.
    With a sigh, she stripped off, tossing the rags into the fire as extra kindling. She had a couple of spare garments in one of the packs, she figured that she would get those in a moment, after she's basked in the fire a little.
    Azrael had undone the straps to his saddle with a couple of expertly place pecks, and had placed himself by Penelope, wrapping a wing around her.
    Penelope giggled as Azrael nuzzled up against her.
            "Affectionate today aren't we?"
    Azrael cawed nuzzled into her neck, Penelope snuggled up against him in response, "Well Az, you do deserve a cuddle, you only saved my arse a couple of times today!"
    Azrael was ecstatic and gave her an affectionate lick on the cheek.
            "Az! you big sweetie!" cried Penelope. Azrael gave a happy caw and backed off a little as Penelope wiped the saliva from her face.
    Penelope then noticed Azrael's eyes wander. It was strange, she had never seen him do that before, but he had his head cocked, glancing up and down her body.
            "Never really seen me naked have you?" Penelope blushed, "that makes you about the only guy to do so now, as sad as that sounds..."
    Azrael seemed intent on her breasts and leant forward to examine them closely.
            "What are you doing Az!?" asked Penelope, still giggling.
    He nudged them, going from one melon sized breast to the other, before nuzzling his face between them.
            "Decided that they're soft hey?" Penelope half-heartedly tried to push him away, "come on, let me get some clothes on before..." Penelope stopped there because she didn't actually have a decent way to finish the sentence.
    She got up and walked towards her packs. Penelope was a confident woman with a distinctive strut, a fact not lost on Azrael as he watched the wave of her hips with each stride. It was a short lived distraction however as she managed to trip over a jutted out rock at the floor of the cave. She landed on all fours, scraping her elbows and knees on the stone.
    Azrael immediately sprang up and buffeted over to her side, her safety her prime concern. Before he reached her, Penelope raised a hand, "it's okay Az, I just tripped... I'm fine, really! Besides, I'm right by the bags..."
    Azrael stopped and slowed back down to a confident walk as if to say 'I knew that!'
    As Penelope rummaged through the bags however, Azrael's eyes wandered to her outstretched, upraised hindquarters. As her butt juggled in the air, Azrael circled and watched. He came to her side, watched her breasts sway as she rummaged. A strange feeling overtook him, one he didn't fully understand, but instinct started welling inside him... and inside his loins.
    He rounded in front of Penelope, gazing intently into her eyes.
            "Hey Az, what's up boy?" She tried to rise to a seated position, but Azrael reached out and patted her on the head with one of his forelimbs. It was gentle but firm.
    Penelope gave him a quizzical look, but quickly looked him up and down and promptly noted a streak of pink growing between his legs. She gazed at it, almost transfixed for a time as it grew into an impressive member, seven inches of pulsing mass, punctuated by a head full of tiny spikes. Azrael rounded closer to give her a better look at it. She immediately noted this as part of Gryphon mating, each partner 'presents' to the other and if they're unsatisfied with the goods, no mating took place. If either partner forced the issue, a swift talon lashing took them from the gene pool. The males lead, and in turn male mortality rate was double a female's.
            "Uhh.. Azrael..." her voice was soft, her face contorted into concern, "Did... did you see me as a mate this whole time?"
    Azrael stood patiently, a mask of concern on his fact. Penelope realised she had no idea how to deal with this situation, but it dawned on her that he was terrified that he would come up as a subpar lover... and that she would harm him. Considering the gigantic risk involved, gryphons tended not to even try mating until trust was well and truly established.
    Penelope bit her tongue, her first thoughts were of how to get out of the situation and let Azrael down gently, but the more she thought about it, the more she realised that Azrael meant the world to her. He was her best and most trusted friend, he had saved her life more times than she could readily count and he was always there when she needed a friend. Every time she was upset, every time she was crushed and disappointed, Azrael was there for her, giving  a gentle nuzzle and a warm hug with his wing. In reality, he was the only thing in her life that ever really mattered.
    She looked up at Azrael and gave a sigh, her face twisting back into a smile. She reached up to Azrael's face, patting him gently on the cheek. Azrael cooed and nudged her with his face. She responded by kissing him repeatedly, making her way from his cheek to his beak. Azrael opened his beak after a few of the kisses and licked her on the cheek.
    Penelope responded to this by wrapping her lips around the tip of his tongue and giving a gentle suck, proceeding to play with it with her own tongue. The tongue had a phallic shape in its own right and Penelope, in her own way, was practicing for the next step. Azrael recoiled and made a strange caw, Penelope recognised it as the sound he made when he was being tickled.
    Immediately however, Azrael looked concerned and nudged Penelope with his face, urging her face down back towards his cock, urgently seeking her approval.
            "Relax Az..." she reassured, a sultry tone streaking her otherwise soothing voice, "I've made my choice. I hope I can be the mate you want me to be..."
    Penelope reached forth and clasped her hands around the shaft. Her primary concern was the spikes. She slid her hands around she shaft, stroking the member up and down. The spikes were small, but numerous and only on the head at the moment, but she found a set of slits at the base of the member, a cursory feel told her that they had spines on them but they were sheathed. She slit her hands back up the shaft, which was surprisingly smooth, and felt similar slits just under the head. Moving upwards, she ran her hands over the head, Azrael noticeably shuddering in response.
            "You like it when I do that, Az?" she cooed as she rubbed the head in the palms of her hands. The pines were actually quite soft and supple, if a little unwilling to flex against their intended shape. They scythed backwards, pointing towards the base of the member and while her attempts to flex against them, pushing them the other way were successful, it took some effort on her part.
    Still, an unexpected side effect of her attempts to push against Azrael's spines was found in his gentle shuddering. Penelope licked her lips in the most sultry manner she could muster. Azrael cocked his head, unsure of what she meant by the gesture.
    Penelope then leaned forward, gently tugging his cock closer. She gave it a gentle peck on the head, causing Azrael to let out a tiny caw. A couple more pecks followed, her eyes following Azraels', tracking his increasingly positive reactions.
    She then opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the very tip, a quick suck and a flick of the tongue caused Azrael to involuntarily flex the throbbing member. She stroked the shaft with one hand and eased herself further down the head with her lips, taking the entire thing, spines and all, into her mouth. Her tongue played games with the spines, flicking and weaving between them as she also sucked savouring the taste of the tiny strings of pre-cum dribbling from his cock.
    Quickly, Azrael pulled away, somehow maintaining a sense of gentleness in the firm motion. Penelope giggled, "Is that how lady gryphons accept a suitor? is that how you 'win' inspection Az?"
    Azrael gave a shriek, similar to the one he gave in combat, but... less brutal. It was a victorious call. He moved on with his own inspection, circling around Penelope to her upraised arse. He started sniffing and panting, Penelope feeling herself grow tingly against the warm breath. Azrael took his time, and Penelope hated the drawn out anticipation he was building, but the reality was the Azrael wasn't sure how to approach the situation. Eventually he found his courage and opened his beak.
            "What's taking so long Az?" Penelope gave a playful poke of the tongue where Azrael could see her, "It can't be that-" the interruption caused a massive smile to cross her face.
    It started with a gentle licking on the outside of the pussy, causing Penelope to moan, one of her hands feeling its way down to her breast where she started stroking and massaging. Azrael's tongue was surprisingly hard, but he was being careful not to press too hard. Penelope found herself moaning and purring as his tongue worked her glistening pussy, Azrael savouring the sweet tastes he found there Eager for more, Azrael quickly graduated to opening his beak wide and flexing his tongue about the opening of Penelope's vagina, trying to find a way inside.
    Within a few moments he found it, thrusting her tongue inside her, flexing and weaving it as he did. Penelope gave a yelp, stunned by the sudden penetration. Quickly however, she found that she was enjoying it and writhed against it, allowing the tongue to penetrate her utterly.
    As good at it felt, to have a powerful, flexible and expertly manipulated tongue inside her, it quickly became apparent that Azrael's beak would get in the way if she started getting 'to into it', which she was finding herself at the dire risk of, as she was writhing and grinding against it. As sad as it made her, she pulled away, crawling a couple feet forward. At the very least, Azrael moistened her up.
    She looked back over her shoulder, Azrael's attention was completely on her and his member had started twitching with how engorged it had become. Penelope was stunned at how hot and bothered she made this gryphon, but she wasn't complaining.
    She made a spectacle of her presentation, puffing her chest out as much as she could while raising her arse as high as her body would allow, assuming the strongest stance she could. 'Feminine' wasn't a word for gryphons, 'proud' and 'powerful' were. She wanted to do Azrael proud, and she certainly wanted to make herself the best partner he could ever have hope for.
    Azrael approached from behind and clambered on, accidently making it more rough than he planned for. In the end however, he had his talons over Penelope's hands, as if he was trying to hold them, but had his weight pressed down on the edges around them. Penelope smiled at how much of a gentleman he was being. She turned around and kissed for his face. Azrael closed his eyes and gave a happy trill as he opened his beak and poked his tongue out. Penelope immediately wrapped her lips around it and started sucking as if she were sucking his cock all over again.
    While they were making out, Azrael gently eased his hips closer to Penelope, eventually finding her hindquarters with the tip of his cock. Penelope reached down and parted her pussy for him.
    Azrael poked the entrance of her bodily temple with the tip of his shaft. He pulled away from the make out session and thrust, slipping the member in slowly and gently.
    Penelope felt every tiny detail of his erect member, from the throbbing veins to the spines sliding deeper inside. As they hit the very end of her vaginal passage however, Azrael pulled back and they gripped tight. Penelope gripped the ground as hard as she could.
            "Remember Az..." she sighed, her body trying to cope with the size of his cock,  "No matter what I scream, I want you to keep going until you've had your fill of me." She looked over her shoulder, "I love you Az, I want to be with your till the end, and even though I don't think nature would allow us offspring, I'd bear yours if I could."
    Azrael pushed in as far as Penelope's body would allow his member to sink in and Penelope gulped, "Now fuck me like you love me!"
    With that, Azrael's talons sunk into the rock, scoring the ground, the toes flexing tightly around Penelope's hands as he pulled back, the spines latching into Penelope's pussy. It hurt at first, with how pointed they were, but as she acclimated to the shape, the massive surface area they provided quickly won her over, causing her pained cursing to turn into a drawn out moan.
    Then Azrael started thrusting.
    At first it was relatively slow, sinking deep and pulling almost completely out, the spines dragging along the walls of her pussy. Penelope moaned, she wanted so much to reach down and play with her clit, but with the sheer force that Azrael pumped into her, she had to brace with both hands. She quickly found her own fingernails digging into the rock, following her mate's lead.
    Each successive thrust increasing in power and speed, the spines dragging against all the walls, stimulating the entirety of her pussy. As the most numerous of the spined were on the underside of his member, Penelope felt the sensation of dozens of spine tips dragging along her G-spot. She let out a muffled scream and tried to grunt some words out, but nothing coherent came between her ecstatic calls, urging Azrael to thrust ever faster and ever harder.
    As she writhed against him, pussy glistening and body shaking, Azrael cock spines became more pronounced, the urge to cum welling inside of him, and as it grew through his member, the slits on the base of, and below the head on his shaft receded, the very tips of the spines inside them started scraping her pussy.
    Penelope turned her head to look at Azrael as her body started seizing and her mouth issuing joyous moans without her consent. Azrael's eyes were closed and he was clearly enjoying himself and for Penelope, this was enough to send her over.
    Her moans erupted into a scream as her body shuddered and shook, her pussy walls clamping down on Azrael's cock so hard that his spines had purchase on them, anchoring the member in. His thrusts became shorter, faster bursts as that feeling threatened to explode.
    As Penelope pushed against Azrael as hard as she could, not daring to let any shred of her orgasm go to waste, Azrael found he couldn't keep going and he lost focus the moment his cock could not sink any deeper inside. The extra spines down his shaft burst out as his trembling cock issued forth a flood of pearly white cum filled her up so completely that it spurted out from her pussy and dribbled down her legs.
    Penelope caught her breath relatively quickly and reached down scooping up some of the cum. She looked back to Azrael who watched her inquisitively. Penelope gave her most sultry glance and licked up every last drop.
    Azrael's eyes widened and he leant down, nuzzling her, cooing happily at what he just witnessed.
            "I love you Azrael, more than you know..." she said.
    Azrael simply nudged her and wrapped his wings around her in a tight hug. His caw seemed to say 'I know'.