Author's Note

Yes, this chapter contains close descriptions of sex. IF THAT BOTHERS YOU, JUST SKIP IT. I don't mind, I promise.
So here's the not-suitable-for-minors sexy bit.
Content: Semi-consensual sex, sex with a slave, stallion/gryphon sex
Just something I spammed out last night, idk if more will follow. I mean, Aya isn't gonna stop, but I don't know how much of that I'll write.

So... yeah. Not suitable for minors, women are fine. Picks up where the last chapter leaves off.

Part 1, Day 2 (+66,792) Evening (nsfw)

I took in Storm Rider’s form for a minute as he blushed awkwardly. Looking at him, I’d have been tempted to take him for a ride even before prison and my time jump. He was just a good looking stallion, and that was just who I needed right now.

Storm let out a light whimper as I lowered my head between his legs, closer to the too-soft cock laying there. “Relaaax, I’m just getting you ready.”

I slid my tongue out, slowly running it up the length of his cock, teasing it into hardness. I wasn’t about to just jump into this. I was gonna get all that I could out if him. I’d missed so much about this… the musky scent, the taste… perfect. I slid my tongue up Storm’s shaft, teasing his flared tip, then back down to the base, teasing the leatherhard skin of his full balls. My mouth was full of stallion flavor, and I could feel a tingling spreading down my spine. Not quite yet… I slid my tongue lower, teasing his ponut, making him gasp. Now he was rock-hard, and the tingle was all the way down between my legs. Ready to be satisfied.

I pulled my tongue away from Storm’s crotch, but the whimper he let out this time was needy. I was in control, both of us knew that, but we both so desperately needed to get off. I lifted myself onto the bed for the first time, and there he was nervous again. I couldn’t even help giggling like a hatchling.

“Come on, I told you you’ll figure it out, didn’t I?”

Spreading my legs over him, I could feel the hot presence of his stallionhood against my needy slit. Just then, I wanted nothing more than to slam my hips all the way down to his… but I also wanted to enjoy this.

Storm groaned in pleasure as I slowly lowered my hips, feeling him slide inch by inch into my horny body. I couldn’t help but let out a little gasp myself.

“F-fuck, this is why I like stallions…”

A gryphon’s cock is narrow tipped, wide based, and covered in little flares so it goes in easy and comes out hard. Compared to that, a stallion’s cock… you start at the flare, the thickest point opening you up, and that smooth thickness just keeps filling you up. It took all the control I had to keep my legs firm as I slowly slid myself down Storm’s stallionhood, feeling myself stretch out with his girth filling a need perfectly. When my hips finally touched his balls, I almost couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Almost.

“H-here come the main event, flyboy…”

I slid myself up his shaft, feeling my core empty as gravity pulled him out, then back down, once again perfectly filled. Then again, a bit faster. By the third cycle, I could feel a bit of reflexive motion in his hips; pulling him out just that extra inch, then helping it plunge back in.

“Th-that’s the way you do it…”

I started moving faster. Feeling him in, out. Full, empty. I was getting closer and closer to the edge, and it was easy to see that he was too.

“I… I’m going to…”

“Cum?” I smirked as best I could in my sex-drunk state, clasping a claw around his base, “Not until I let you, flyboy. Money’s… worth.”

I said that, but I wasn’t much farther off than he was. I tried to hold it back as long as I could. Focus on the sensation, the feelings, but that just made me that much closer. There was nothing for it as I let go.

“Cum, flyboy!”

We orgasmed at about the same time, and my mind was overwhelmed in an instant as hot stallion seed shot into me. I could hear Storm whinny, I was pretty sure I squawked, but it was all drowned out in a white sea of pleasure, an orgasm a hundred years overdue. When I came to, I was laying exhausted on top of him, his shaft still half inside me as I dripped our juices. I rolled off of him when I could, too satisfied to care about much.

“H-how was that, Butcher?”

I let out a little groan, still feeling myself full of cum, slowly leaking its way out of me.

“That? That… was… perfect.”

Part of me wanted to climb back on top of him and go again, but a bigger part of me said that was the perfect end to an otherwise long day. Still grinning, I drifted off to sleep.