Private Sex-Ed Lessons | Griffon Chapter

~ II ~

Dragon and Griffon

Gallus twitched in surprise as the dragon’s face pressed firmly into his crotch, deeply inhaling his fluffed nuts as sweat appeared. Not only would it help lubricate his cock upon departure, but would ease the transition as well.

The dragon between his legs seemed fixed on the fuzzy pair, his cute maw opening over them, licking their shape, suckling on them softly. Those few, slow and long licks jolted the griffon’s spine into an arch—further pressing himself into Spike’s face.

“You are, like, way too good at this, little dude.” Gallus enjoyed seeing a dragon of all creatures pinned into his groin, rising and dropping to the jerks of his hips, a delicious view. “B-But I think we can cut it with the foreplay. You’ve already got the appearance lubed up. It’s what’s on the inside that’s the big deal.”

Gallus should have known what those words would have done.

Spike had dipped snout into the sheathe, sinking as much as he could, inhaling the richness of his musk again. The place it permeated most of all. His tongue had reached in, latching and wrapped around the tip of softness, upon being squeezed, teasing utter hardness.

“Ack! That’s it! That’s it!” Having someone else work on his body was a pleasure the griffon craved. His hips continued to flick against the face, riding the pleasure of fucking that snout, bringing a talon down over the back of Spike’s head. “L-Little more teasing and... and... and it’s bound to come out!”

Gallus was finding it harder not to scream! His lower-back spasmed as the tongue within the cavity wrapped across the head of his enlarging cock. Something wet and warm squeezing around the burning skin of his cock. It was enlarging by the second, flicking to life, growing despite the tongue wrapped against it.

Did the dragon think of this as some kind of fight? The tight hold of this tongue could stop Gallus’s cock from enlarging? His eyes closed to the pleasures, raising his hips and pushing on Spike’s head. The battle was soon won as the tongue, unable to contain the growing cock, slid out from the place.

Gallus smirked upon deciding to let go of the dragon, not letting him escape his thighs, still keeping him locked in. The dragon shook his head before something red caught the corner of his eyes. He became still but immersed in the thing that rose.

There was so much pleasure now in Gallus feeling his cock growing before another. It wasn’t much to him beyond the usual. It getting bigger and harder was no bigge, because he’d end up jerking off quickly afterward. But this was different from the other times.

Now there was a dragon trapped between his thighs, lodged before his crotch, watching with amazed eyes as his cock began to tower from his slit. Cute tinge of red throbbing in complete thickness. It reached its peak quickly, twitching in place, burning in the cool air of the room.

Spike didn't know what drove him to insanity, the scene or the scent or the sack, his face buried in the latter. They didn't sink at first, taking the weight of his head, the smooth casing surprising taut. They were different from stallions. Loose skin was pulled tight by their gems. Griffons had their balls expand to perfection within the sack.

Applying more pressure upon them, however, caused the dragon to sink.

He giggled. It wasn't like him to do something like that. But he happily nuzzled the balls with closed eyes as they were so soft and fluffy and smelling like clean laundry! The scent of blueberries teasing his snout, the orbs within softly moving around, set to cling against his cheeks.

His rump swung in the air, from side to side, his tail swaying in the air. Letting his cheek sink into the left nut, Spike took his claw to its right, feeling its shape, the vibrating warmth—how the hunk of a griffon rolled in place from the touch.

Did he like that? Having his balls capture the face of a dragon and then played with by talented claws? Gallus played with himself, sure, but his information on how to do so was limited—jerked off and nothing more. Pleasures missed instead.

"D-Don't know exactly what you're doing there... but it feels really good."

That was good. Pressing his face firmly between the two nuts, Spike wiggled his face, enjoying how they wobbled around, little jiggles throughout. Once he pulled away, his claws grasped them both, rolling his digits across their surface, fondling them.

"B-Buddy! Y-You're getting this from playing with those? Crazy!"

Spike chuckled to himself as the smell of cock had put him in another place. He seemed fascinated to keep between the griffon's legs, working at his balls, twirling them, rubbing over, delicate squeezes. He wouldn't mind sleeping between them. Side or back of his head against the snuggly twins, Gallus's thighs becoming his blankets, the silhouette of a cock towering over him, covering him in his shadow.

And he was only thinking about dick because the thing had finally come out.

It had grown out from the roundness of the near cavity, its base curved in dense hills, knots relaxed and slightly puffed. Arching upward and higher, it was slender throughout, a healthy thickness serving its middle. It towered at the top with the head tapering into a flare.

Gallus spread his legs further upon feeling the erection come out, its very entrance a throbbing pleasure. It ached more because the dragon was here, that another was in the room with it, wanting it, finally to be pleased by another. It hurt in a good way to leave it flicking in the open—waiting for the first touch.

Spike clambered onto the beanbag, in space around the thighs and crotch, forced to climb onto the griffon. It brought him closer to the throbbing cock. It was long, really long, growing ever thicker at the base.

He wrapped his claws around it, tentatively, feeling the heated skin beneath its tips. Holding on would be difficult for others, those without scales or magic.

But having that heat burning within? It would be an added pleasure.

That wasn't all to it, however, as the dragon dived to its underside. Starting at the balls, he gave them both a kiss, the tuft pleasant on the lips, both shivering from the contact. There, his snout lifted right into the base of the cock, flicking his cheek on both of the knots. It rested on the bridge of his muzzle, settled between his eyes, burning across his scales.

And the smell was another thing he couldn't get over. Maybe it had to do with griffons as a whole, be it always encased in feather and fluff and that kind of stuff... but their stink was still so fresh, musk that was also minty like a fresh breeze carrying sex within its current.

Spike tilted his head to the side, allowing the throbbing meat to rest upon his lips, kissing it, the taste like sour licorice. The kind that was intoxicating to have. Inhaling the cock deeply, he exhaled the breath through open lips. The towering cock twitched in response.

Until the ridge of its underside slipped into his mouth.

The dragon suckled on it, the salty taste of mixed with the candy, warm breaths exhaling in bursts. Gallus's talons squeezed the seat to repress the feeling of his cock being worked on. While Spike worked his way up, his claws reached the sides, feeling its shape, the tracing of veins slowly bloating from use.

On the other side of the equation, the griffon was fighting to save himself, to not force the dragon against his cock and be done with it. His talons gripped the bag and squeezed and squeezed, a flick to his hips to encourage the discovery of those lips, a portion of his dick immersed in that maw, wet and warm, teases of that tongue wrapping around him.

Could that happen? For that tongue to wrap around his dick, over and over, every inch covered and licked, squeezed and slid over, bringing him closer to release. Spike seemed to count how many veins there were with his eyes. He kissed the bottom of his cock, one claw sweeping over his head—squeezing it—to feel its shape.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close. His long tongue spun around the cock, all the way down, pink vine over pink meat, squeezing and squeezing. Then it came to the head, licking across the flare, tickling in a skin like nothing else could

It reminded Spike of when he used to do the same around a popsicle.

Gallus threw his head forward and back, once then twice, fighting the pleasure quaking his system. Never had he been teased so slowly! That little claws struggling to encompass the head of his penis with his grip, feeling down its sides, smearing pre over the scene... it was too much for him to take.

And then the dragon returned to his usual efforts. His other claw returned to his fluffy balls, fondling them around, letting them lift before letting them drop, the tautness of the sack lost on neither. There seemed to be a fascination playing with them. Sometimes squeezing them. Enabling them to well faster with delicious milky cum soon be released.

Gallus noticed his long chest was now puffed in reflex, catching the dragon curled into him far below, his cock taller than those spines. Spike was a servant to it. The claw at the cock's head settled into a tempo, a building rhythm, jerking vertically, an occasional squeezeto sweeten the deal.

But then the dragon stood as much as he could on the beans of the bag, letting one claw still work at the balls, the other lowering to the base of the shaft. It kept pumping, leaving its head free for the mouth poised above it.

Was he going to do it? Gazing down his cock like that, eyes lost in drunkenness lost to its shape and wonder, craving it inside him. Its heat and scent and taste warm and delightful as it spread across his tongue, nestled within the tightness of the mouth, sucked and suckled and licked across.

And Spike did exactly that.

Gallus squeaked a groan at feeling the mouth fall over the head of his dick, its girth lodged within the tightness of the maw, not even a few inches vacant. It took everything for Spike to get the head of the cock into his mouth, the flared head resting across his tongue, the taste of licorice spreading across his buds.

Spike sucked him off slowly, carefully, mindful of their joint first time. His tongue didn't serve as a carpet for long, deciding to explore the curve and definition of the griffon's shaft. It wrapped around the quivering meat, tightly, sinking into every inch of its slope, tasting out the hidden packets of spices.

He bobbed on much on the cock as he could. The sounds in the air were sweet. Groans of a griffon and moans of a dragon. Noises of suckling and sucks, of furs, rubbing together and bodies moving, shifting in tandem with the other.

And then something snapped inside the blue griffon... the breathing that deepened for the pair.

An instinct to breed.

Spike didn't know why he was picked up so suddenly in the griffon's hold, taken away from that delicious cock as they walked across the room. His body was tossed onto the bed and, before he was on his back—Gallus was already standing on all fours, over him, his cock lightly smacking between his thighs before flicking into his stomach.

Something was different about his eyes, drunk as his own had been, not seeing another guy on his bed... but rather a mate. Both of his talons spun down into the dragon's wrist, spreading out to his sides before pinning them in place.

Gallus dipped from above, the whole of his frame covering the dragon, his beak at the scales neck. He sniffed deeply, nudging it gently. He was getting more and more feral. His tongue poked out, licking a circle. The cool spittle nearly sizzled on the heated scales.

Until the blue head pulled away. Spike gulped at feeling like he escaped something, that was, until the giant passed between his legs. The spade of his tail covered the area, but a talon, taking hold of it quickly—flicked it out of the way as easily.

The dragon's tight slit laid exposed to the griffon, who pulled his head back with a tilt, eyeing the mounds like an interested animal. He must have looked like a female to the feral beast. Spike was aroused, sure, but not enough for his cock to emerge from its slit—still tucked away deep within.

Spike wasn't sure how to feel as the griffon guided over him, lowering his cock onto his chest, occupying more of the space there. It was long enough to poke his chin, a smear coating the spot on his jaw before it backed away.

Then his eyes widened in realization.

Gallus brought his cock to the entrance of the dragon's slit, allowing his mounds to sandwich the phallus, a tight, smooth, scaly hug never felt before. Without much warning, he slid his cock inside, slowly and slowly, his tongue dolling out from his beak.

Spike wiggled on the bed, feeling the thickness of the cock part his mounds away, squeezing its flare into his slit and it’s not the backdoor one. It’s his penis’s slit, the place where his pleasure rod was hidden!

The griffon’s cock opened the cavity. His inner walls were tight, hugging the shaft on its entrance, forced to expand to accompany the girth.

Gallus hadn't seen a male dragon upon tossing Spike onto the bed. Once he climbed over the teddy bear of purple scales, he pinned it, loving the power over the smaller one, flicking the tail away with relative ease.

To reveal the slit tightly nestled there. It reminded of a female and, in his drunken state, it might as well have been one. The griffon took pleasure in pinning his cock onto the expanse of that chest, those scales shifting beneath its shape, touching against that delicate chin.

Until pulling back.

Gallus had felt the mounds rising on the sides of his dick, hugging him, inviting him inside. His flare was the first to squeeze itself inside, expanding the cavity from its sheer girth—and what was to come. Slowly and slowly, he entered, filling the place out, the tight walls pressing into his cock.

There was something different about this one, at least, something smaller was tucked away inside. It was a cock different from Gallus's, soft on the surface and hard beneath, thoroughly weighed down by the mass of his own.

The dragon was lying on his back, wiggling it side to side, seeming to take the entrance well. Both of their cocks were together, Gallus’s cock all the way inside where the Spike’s lay dormant, stretching the cavern to suit his shape. Once entered, however, the job was half done.

Gallus brought his hips back and shoved them forward again, sliding a portion of his cock out and in-between those narrow mounds, forcing his cock over the other, beating slightly into it. It twitched in every touch. The contact beyond stimulating. It could never leave, though, when a much bigger dick blocked the path.

And then the speed increased. Being able to fuck the dragon freely meant a pass of enjoying himself to the fullest, of having tight walls squeeze around his cock, undulating to his movements, the penis inside twitching in their mutual contact.

Spike was taking the change surprisingly well as the griffon fucked harder into his slit. His crotch stretched pleasantly to accept the size of the cock, feel its heat throb from inside, the faint bugle appearing from his belly.

His legs had to be spread due to the size of Gallus's groin. There was joy in having his legs so spread apart, leaving his bottom fully open, the healthy hips smashing into his little ones. Thrust after thrust, the cock went in, deeper and deeper, tickling distant places inside of him.

And then there was the feeling of the cock beating against his own. Beating and smacking and pushing upon it. Sometimes it would slide over his own, pinning it downward, causing him to still get hard. The intoxication of having his penis kept down inside its own hiding place by a much larger one was a kink the dragon didn't know he had.

The bed groaned, its springs squeaked, the two lovers panting, starting to sweat. Spike's little body rocked in place while the big bad griffon fucked him hard. Using his slit to easy access, fitting the full mass of his cock inside, not caring for how hard he smacked into his own.

The size difference put the dragon to shame. Gallus seemed to hit the right tempo as his hips humped into the dragon with a rhythm that couldn't be broken, shoving himself inside the dragon and backing out inches to force himself again just the same.

Spike rolled about and moaned at feeling his penis hit and hit by the rolling train of meat, that fat head smashing and pushing and beating into his tinier soft cock, letting it be pinned and moved around, dominated without the other really knowing. Gallus leaned over the body of the dragon, hugging him into his chest, shortening the distance between them.

But even as the dragon was lifted into the air, and Gallus could easily thrust upward into the dragon, it didn't seem to suit his frenzy well. He hugged the dragon and kept him still, pushing into him again and again, not reaching the apex he so desperately craved.

In the seconds to spare was when things changed. Gallus turned the dragon around within his hold, cock still tightly inside, setting him on his claws and knees. Spike hiked his tail up in reflex, seeing the two talons rest on the bedding to his sides, his back covered in a shadow.

Gallus hovered over him like the sky, the tuft of his chest and the underside of his frame all that could be seen, his head hovering up ahead. He barely gave the dragon a glance before looking forward again, backing his crotch into the dragon's bottom, securing himself inside again.

Spike found his cock aching from inside the slit as the griffon above fucked him like a dog, finding the feeling he enjoyed the most—before deciding to make a quick end of things. Gallus leaned back and sat on his legs, crotch to the dragon's bottom, shoving himself inside.

The dragon did best to take it, feeling the cock enter and leave, his insides squeezing around it, involuntarily. Gallus towered above him, and his beak whipped around, eyes tightly closed, fucking and fucking into the slit, fuzzy ball rising and dropping, nearly on the verge of orgasm.

And Spike felt like that too. He'd been forced to take in the might of griffon cock at full force, nothing baring entrance as the other male enjoyed himself as he pleased, thrusting into him. The knots at the base of cock grew more prominent as the outline of veins could be faintly felt.

Just as two were about to finish, the end to the aching of the shafts, the bigger one began to knot. Both of them swelled and became swollen as they expanded, stretching the walls to the extreme, burying Gallus's cock deep within.

Spike had never felt himself so widened as he threw back his head, groaning as loudly as he could, stroking their cocks tightly pressed together within. With the griffon's cock nestled within him, neither able to escape—both finally came.

Both of their flares exploded with the currents of their essence, a creamy white pooling together, unable to escape. Both came and came, spurt after spurt, the pond rising from within. It was a pleasant burn that spread throughout, the different textures merging into one.

Gallus didn't seem content to just enjoy the orgasm, however, as his talon wrapped around the dragon's sides, able to cover them easily, holding him like a doll. He gave a final set of flicks to his hips, pumping the dragon into the thrusts and using him as a toy. Every spurt of cream saw less frenzy in the humps, and the dragon pumped slower and slower... until the two were milked dry of their high.

It took a few moments of them keeping like that until the knots lost their expansion, shrinking and shirking, releasing from the slit with an audible pop. No longer speared by dick, the little guy collapsed forward, in relief, feeling the warm currents gushing out, slowly, down his mounds.

There was another squeak to the bed. Gallus had fallen onto his stomach to the right of him, easily doubling his size. Laying like that in silence, the two caught their breaths, relaxing, letting the events sink in.

"So... uh... I feel completely bad doing that to you."

Spike held up a limp claw. "Don't worry about it."

Both of their jaws were set on the sheet, never lifting to speak so, when they talk, their heads lifted from the movement as a result. Gallus wrapped a wing around the smaller dude, drawing him close, the softness of his coat brushing against scales. "So, you enjoyed it, then?"

"Definitely a new experience to write to the world about," Spike said upon giving a heavy sigh. "Seems like male griffons go feral if having missed sex for a while. There have been reports of dragons having sex with other male dragons if there aren't enough females around. Guess that theme runs true with you."

"Guess so? Don't really know what came over me." Gallus blinked and his eyes turned up, trying to recall the memory. "Having someone else work on me like that was something else. You seemed to really have a thing with my balls. Someone so small caught underneath me... makes a dude feel big. Like, I was able to pump your whole body around my cock. Kinda a turn on."

Spike nodded his chin into the sheets. "Guess I have a better idea for how a female griffon would feel. Or how most girls feel during sex. The feeling isn't bad. Getting used like that, my cock being pounded by yours. It was so big and consuming and could demand whatever it wanted on its own."

"Getting pounded isn't the only way to have sex, though, right?" Gallus coughed as his head turned away on the sea of sheets, a robust red washing over the hues of blue. "Nice to use you almost like a toy and stuff. But... isn't the full experience doing what you want to me?”

"Like... riding you? Think our size-difference would allow that?"

"Climbing me would be a bit hard to do, yeah." Gallus turned his face back, and Spike did the same, both looking eye to eye. "But think about it. Hardest part is the hardest part of me fitting inside of you. We've already nailed that. So what if you've gotta climb the giant. Least this time you'll be in charge... or more in charge."

Spike coughed. "You suggesting a round two?"

Gallus shrugged. "Sure! Why not? Still got an afternoon to kill anyway."