Daring-Do and the Griffon's Lust
By Sebbaa
Daring-Do kicked the door to the room open and walked into it with swaying hips. Her host had spared no expenses and rented the tavern's best room. Which in turn didn't mean that much, because it wasn't the most expansive house to begin with. Still, the chamber was roomy, had a big double bed and a large window with with white silk curtains, that were drawn to the side and swayed in a breeze coming from the sea. It was a clear night, and the light from the moon and stares shone into the room, bathing it in their soft, silver glow.
Daring spread her wings wide and closed her eyes, enjoying the wind rustling through her feathers. For a moment she just relished its cool touch on her hot, shining flanks. She breathed in, inhaling the fresh air through her nostrils like it was the first gasp after breaking the surface of a sea of smoke and sweat.
A smile crept to her face and she looked over her shoulder when she heard her escort entering the room. The big, dark feathered griffon had to duck and wriggle himself through the doorway. He gave it an annoyed frown, but when he saw Daring looking at him with sultry eyes, her backside turned to him and he grayscale tail swaying enticingly from side to side, a grin spread on his face and he quickly closed the door.
The mare eyed him up and down, biting her lower lip in anticipation. He was big, even for a griffon. Steel knot muscles flexed under his shining, sand colored coat with every graceful movement of his body. The long, black tipped feathers on his head splayed over his neck and shoulders like a lion's mane. A shudder ran down Daring's spine when she saw the hunger shining in his yellow eyes and the arousal growing between his legs. She licked her lips; nothing about him was less than imposing.
She flapped her wings and folded them to her sides as she swayed over to the bed. With a knock of her head she dropped her pith-helmet, caught it in her teeth and threw it to the fare side of the bed.
Slowly she began climbing onto the piece of furniture, putting her left front hoof on it, then the other, looking back at her lover over her shoulder with half closed eyes. Letting her hindlegs stay at the edge of the bed, she stretched herself over it lazily and lay down on her stomach. Only then did she pull up her hindlegs, rest them at her side and flick her tail over her thight, showing off her shining, wet nethers. She looked back at the griffon, her head rested on her hoof and padded her cutie mark with her other hoof invitingly.
It was all the motivation the predator needed. He leaped unto her in one powerful lunge. The legs of the bed cracked and gave away under the impact of his heavy body, and Daring let out a surprised squee as she felt the mattress under her drop. This was what she had hoped for tonight. No mushy stuff, no foreplay, just two wild animals acting on their carnal desires.
The mare put her twitching ears back agitatedly. The griffon's mighty chest rested on her back, bearing down upon her and pinning her helplessly to the bed. A shudder ran trough the whole of her body, making her lips tremble. This was exactly as she had fantasized about it ever since Ahuitzotl's minions had captured and bound her to that altar.
She bit her lower lip as she felt the griffon's length prod at her nether lips. This was even better than she had imagined; this was a live griffon, the king of all predators! Strong like a lion, majestic like an eagle, and unless either of them no mindless beast, but blessed with the fearsome intellect of a pony. The feeling of utter powerlessness was so much stronger than back in that dungeon! Daring felt her heart beating in her chest like it wanted to break out of its cage. Her fur stood on its end, and she could feel every muscle movement of the beast above her with razor sharp clarity, could feel his hot breath on her face like a searing. . .
Daring yelped in surprise as the chimera found the entrance to her hot, wet temple and thrust all the way in with a single motion. Her lover shrieked, and the pegasus spread her wings involuntarily. As she felt the pointed tip of his organ deep within her, the adventuress remembered a peculiarity about male cats she had forgotten up until know. Her eyes widened in terror and she bit down on the bedsheets as she felt the griffon moving backwards again.
To her surprise she found hard studs rubbing her insides. Quite differently from the stallions she had been with, but not unpleasant, and definitely preferable to spiked barbs hooking into her flesh and raking her innards. This was another way that griffons differentiated from both lions and eagles. She slapped herself mentally for not looking that up before. Then again, discovering the unknown was part of the adventure.
But every thought about scientific endeavors was blown from her mind as her lover started moving again. He plunged into her once more hard, then drew back slowly, time and time again, building up a steady rhythm.
Daring let go of the bedsheets and moaned loudly. Her wings flapped helplessly against the predators mighty flanks with every thrust. The pegasus dragged the bedsheets with her hooves in playful struggle, shifting her legs, trying to get free. But just as she had imagined; it was utterly useless. She was powerless, at the mercy of the wild beast that was plowing her insides. It aroused her to no end; she could feel the heat building up inside of her, could hear the blood rushing in her ears, and a tingling spreading from the depth of her sex all over her body. With each thrust the studs on her lover's organ rubbed her insides in a way she had never known before, sending shocks of ecstasy through her like strikes of lightning.
The griffon's movements became faster and faster; the pegasus could feel his labored breath, feel it hot on her face, hear his heart racing in his chest. He gave a strained grunt as he approached the peak of his lust, and Daring could feel it building up inside of her too.
With a mighty shriek the predator raised his upper body and grabbed the mare on her waist; his sharp claws ripped her olive shirt into shreds. He began moving her against him, complimenting the frantic pounding of his hips.
It took him only a few more seconds before he shrieked out and blew his load into the mare with one last thrust. As he did, his talons ripped into her skin, drawing blood. The pain made Daring yelp and almost sent her over the edge herself.
Almost. As the griffon collapsed unto her and rolled himself to the side, the mare found herself left with an empty sensation, and felt the night air cold on her sweat soaked back. Ridden hot and left standing in the stable wet. She was unsatisfied and infuriatingly so!
Daring snorted angrily and looked back at her insufficient lover. He was curling himself up on the bed besides her with a satisfied smile and closed his eyes for sleep. Daring shook her head. So much for her sexual fantasy of getting ravished by an insatiable beast. She slipped out of the bed and walked over to her luggage. A mischievous smile spread on her face as she got a rope from her saddlebags. It was time to stop acting out of character and show this barbarian how the proud warrior pegasi of old treated their males.
The griffon woke with a start when his arms were pulled towards the posts of the bed on a rope. He looked around confused, but realized to late what was going on. Daring had already pulled the last knots tight.
She jumped onto the bed, so she was standing over her lover, looking down on him with a devious grin. He stared at her with wide eyes, still unsure of what was going on. Only when the mare licked his beak and began trailing her tongue down his body did an unsure smile, a mixture of terror and arousal, spread on his face.
Daring slowly walked backwards as she worked her way down the predators chest, all the time keeping contact with his eyes, trailing a long, sloppy path. His taste was salty and sour, and, unsurprisingly, mixed with her own. When her tongue finally reached his studded pole it was already twitching and thriving anew.
She kissed it briefly, barely touching it with her lips, then went lower and gave his testicles a good lick. She searched his eyes once more and saw, that the griffon had settled into his new position and looked at her quite fondly. This wouldn’t do. She grinned at him with sultry eyes, her teeth barred to an almost feral snarl, and began licking the insides of his tights. She trailed her tongue in long circles, licked up over his testicles and down again. When her lover let his guard down, moaned and a shudder ran down his leg, the pegasus struck. She bit down on his tight were she was licking him, and her teeth broke his skin. The griffon shrieked up in pain and struggled against his bounds. But he was immediately silenced as Daring leaped up to his face again and planted an impetuous kiss on his beak.
To her great regret griffon's kisses leave a lot to be desired, for they are missing the lips to do it probably. Still the one who was at her whim had a tongue she could play with. A tongue that winced back when it tasted the predator's own blood, a tongue that could slowly be coaxed out of its hiding with teasing nibbling and skillful twirls of her own.
Daring held the kiss for long moments, giving the predator a good taste of what he was missing out on with his own species. When she finally drew back he was left gasping and with a delightful confused look on his face. She gave a sinister chuckle as she wiped a small trickle of blood from the edge of her mouth with her fetlock.
The mare lowered her head again and rubbed her chin against her lovers, then began to work her way down again, nuzzling and nibbling him. But as she came by his crest of feather, her teeth closed around one of them in a cruel whim, and she tore it out. The griffon shrieked in surprise and wanted to protest, but the adventuress gave him no pause. She quickly went down his chest and belly, licking, kissing, nibbling and biting as she went, keeping her companion in a constant state between arousal and terror what she would do next.
The predator swallowed hard when her torturing mouth finally arrived at his favorite parts again, and she looked up at him with a cruel glint in her eyes. She breathed over his now almost fully erected member, causing it to twitch, before she settled herself down; she lay on her side, one of her forelegs resting on his abdomen, the other free to roam.
Daring rubbed her hoof over the griffon's steel knot abs and breathed over the tip of his cock again with a sultry pout. She then stretched out her tongue to its full length, letting saliva drop onto his tights, as she slowly, so maddening slowly neared his member. The griffon groaned and threw his head back when she finally touched it, but she drew it away again immediately, and he looked back at her with a frustrated frown.
The mare gave him a playful grin, only to suddenly thrust her head forward and take the tip of his shaft into her mouth. The predator gasped and pressed forth a long moan, as she sucked the tip and swirled her tongue around it. Daring's free hoof wandered down to her own body, brushing over her erect nipples, and she began rubing it over her own sex in circles. She could feel herself searing hot under her hoof, and she gave a muzzled moan as she worked her lips sideways along her lovers length, her tongue slopping back and fourth, leaving a trail of sticky saliva behind it.
She began massaging the sweet spot over her dripping, lower lips and raised her head once again. The lack of attention made the bound male look down to her again. She stared him right into the eyes as she let her tongue hang out of her mouth, just over the tip of his now painfully hard member, letting her fluids trickle onto it. Her lover held his breath as he saw her slowly, so ever slowly lower her head.
The griffon only managed a startled gasp when the mare finally touched him. First the tip of her tongue met the top of his member and circled it, then her tongue trailed lower, and lower, and she took his length into her mouth. She began sucking on it, and still her head went lower and lower, all the while staring into his eyes. And then she applied a trick, she had learned from a zebra in Bangtrot, and swallowed. She pressed her head down until she had taken all of his length in her hungry mouth and her lips kissed the base of his sex.
The griffon clenched his teeth, and she could feel his member twitching in her throat. She knew he was about to cum, just as she had planned, but that just wouldn’t do. She drew back in one quick motion and let his wet pole stand on its lonesome in the cool night air before her lover could finish.
Daring suppressed her own coughing reflex and cleared her throat as quietly as she could. Letting her captive know what that trick took out of her would ruin the aura of almost magical superiority she tried to create. She knew that ,even bound, the griffon was stronger than her and could break free if he really wanted to. She had to make him believe she was in control of the whole situation. It was all a skillfully played mind game that kept him under her hoof.
She stood up and raised her hoof, that was drenched with her own fluids, to her muzzle, closed her eyes and licked it with carnal delight. She deliberately made a show out of it. Her own loins were burning with unbearable desire, but she knew that if she took the griffon into herself now, he would finish in mere seconds and leave her unsatisfied again.
When her hoof was clean, she slowly walked over the griffon. Literally. As she made her way up to his head, her hip and tail swaying sensually, she stepped onto his belly and walked over his heaving chest. When she finally was on eye level with him, she looked down into his hungry, pleading eyes with a cruel smirk. Almost casually she reached down and tore two more feathers from his crest, like she might tear grass from the ground. The griffon shrieked in frustration and pain, but Daring just smiled and licked her lips. He was ready know.
Keeping him pinned under her forehooves, she lowered her hips unto his until she felt his shaft throbbing at her dripping nethers, and then slowly, so unbearably slowly, took his length into herself.
She let out a lustful moan as she sat down on her haunches fully, and the griffon struggled against his bounds once more. Daring grinned and leaned back, supporting herself with her forehooves on his legs. Her wings spread wide as she began to ride him, rocking her hips tentatively, circling them, relishing the studded tip of her companions member steering her insides. Finally it hit her in just the right spot, and she could feel the pleasure soar in waves through her whole body as she slapped her hip against his at an ever faster pace.
Finally, with a piercing scream, she reached the peak of her lust, and a powerful orgasm shook her. Her wings flapped involuntarily. She threw her body forward again, and bit down on her lovers chest, which muzzled her voice a bit. Still she kept on rocking her hips, riding on a wave of bliss that was washing all of her senses away.
As she clenched down on his throbbing member and rode him ever more wildly the griffon felt his own limit approaching. When she bit down on his chest he let out a feral roar and tensed up his mighty muscles. With a loud crack the bedposts he was bound to shattered and the entire frame of the furniture broke. With his now free claws he grabbed the mare's pounding buttocks over her cutie marks and started slamming her ever more violent against himself while thrusting his own pelvis.
At this moment she didn't care that her companion had taken up the reins again; her mind only cared about that red hot iron rod tearing up her insides, melting her body in senseless bliss. The griffon's claws dug into her haunches and tore into her flesh. The pain send Daring over the edge again, and she threw her head back, howling a primal scream; her nethers started clenching and quivering, drenching the bed below her in her sexual fluids, as she found herself flying on a mind blowing orgasm. Her outburst made her lover reach climax as well and he bit down on her shoulder, muzzling his groans as he shot his hot seed deep inside of her.
Daring's wings flapped uncoordinated, and she and the griffon collapsed on the destroyed bed. The predator was spend beyond exhaustion; he passed out and fell into a comatose sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Daring was splayed on top of him, breathing heavily. She smiled satisfied and worked her wings a little more, enjoying the warmth that spread through her as she rode down from her climax.
Her shirt was in rags and her coat torn and bleeding, but she was too happy and spent to care. She let out a content sigh, slipped from her sleeping lover and cuddled up to his side, idly brushing over his heaving chest with a wing. As she fell asleep she briefly wondered if the two zebras, she had shoved Bulwark onto, did have just as much fun tonight as she had.
Continued in Daring-Do and the Griffon's Goblet
