Private Sex-Ed Lessons | Griffon Chapter

~ III ~

Fucking the Griffon

Few moments had passed before the pair were ready, but getting ready was hardly an issue, the air reeking of their sex, the sheets damp with their lust, a sweat to fur and a sheen covering scales. Gallus was laid back now, head on his pillow, opening his body to the dragon standing in-between his legs.

There was a difference now in the way things were going to be done. Spike gazed across the expanse of the laid-back griffon, the puff of tuft around his chest, flared feathers of blue all around, the scent of their lust strong in the air.

Spike stood with his cock at full-mast, it quivering in the air, an occasional throb. It had been teased and beaten into. Shot over and covered with creamy griffon cum and only dribbled pre into that mix. It ached, begging, needing something to bring his release.

"So... I'm guessin' the usual way isn't going to work out."

Spike shook his head. "I don't think that either."

Both of them were left at an impasse. Gallus had his head propped up on the pillow, the sight of the other cock letting his own enter the mix. After a few seconds, he snapped his talons. "This is your time to ride me, right? And you're doing all this to find out about male griffons."

"Plus, how it all might feel to a female."

"Exactly! Girls don't always use the front, y'know." Gallus grinned as he leaned back all the way, giving a thrust to his hips, a delicious sway to his cock. It was staggering and pulsating. Every flick seemed like a cry in wanting to be shoved inside something again. "Why not try up the tail? Don't guys have a pleasure thingy back there too?"

Spike coughed into his claw and looked down, ashamed to see his dick having flared from the idea, clearly excited with the prospect. That would be a different way of getting off. Fucked in the ass where it would be even tighter than before?

"Guess I'd be willing to give it a shot—first-time experiences and all that." Spike pressed a tentative foot to fuzzy land of crotch, off to the side, the weight pleasant to the griffon. He could comfortably stand on the belly in little to no problems. "But no going crazy like last time. N-Not going to lie... this is really something new to me."

Gallus saluted from the wooden headboard. "Griffon's honour with a little something special lathered on top of it!"

Probably best to not question that last part.

Spike decided to take things slow and steady as the cock throbbed behind him. Rigid and straight and hints of a twitch. Pre already lubricated it but, to be safe, he hovered over it. Swirling spittle in his mouth, he let it drop from his lips and fall onto the pink flare.

From there, his claws worked it up and down, squeezing every here and there, the warmth flooding through his claws again. Pulling them away afterward left a slimy bridge still connecting them—snapping from the pull of gravity lazily.

Then the dragon hovered his tail over the flare, hiking it as vertically as he could, exposing the horizontal slit beneath it. He lowered his ass onto it, feeling the heat discharged around it with ease—aiming for the source of it all.

Spike pulled away at the first touch, the faint burning on his sensitive entrance, daring himself to lower onto it again. The flare was warm and thick and pushing already the lips of the opening. The descent was slow, feeling the alien object enter, how it throbbed within the tightening passage.

"How is it?"

"C-Certainly a new experience—give me your talons, will you?"

Gallus watched the dragon impaled his ass on his cock, not hesitating to offer his talons, which the dragon took, using them to lower his body on the cock. It stretched and spread the tightness of his passage, loosening the walls in every inch crossed, throbbing around.

Spike tilted his head back as a steamy breath escaped his lips, the cock fully embedded in his back door, taking a second to appreciate the feeling. The expanse of the griffon loomed around him, the chiselled abdomen comprising the ground. Males gave off a specific heat that allowed one to feel secure.

Every now and again, the cock would twitch from inside of him, causing his hips to sway in the opposite direction to milk the sensation. Feeling his pleasure was up, his feet pressed onto the stomach, lifting his body on the pillar of the coat—before diving once more.

"T-This must be what it feels to have sex with a girl proper, right?"

"Something l-like that."

Spike didn't bother with words or thoughts as he continued to rise and dive on the cock, coming to crave its absence within the crevice, for it meant it was soon to barrel back in. Every rise meant he could drop on cock again. Feel it shoot inside, spread around, throbbing against the walls.

And Gallus looked to be getting a kick from this too. Even though they had agreed to who would lead the charge, the griffon freed his talons to hold the sides of the dragon, pumping him, up and down, the pleasure intense.

Spike got off to it too. How the warm cock would stretch him further and further and would cause his own to twitch. Because of the arms lifting him on the sides, his own claws were free to tend to his own cock—long since neglected.

It ached. Pleasure intensifying within. It swirled and swirled, asking to come out, craving the means to do so. The cock shoving itself in and out of the dragon's ass tickled a sense unfelt before. Every stroke against the spot evoked a twitch in the dick itself.

There was the other feeling of being used as a toy. Gallus was still lying on his back, fully now, not bothering to gaze at the dragon. His head was turned to the side, and his eyes were squeezed tight. He was pumping his hips upon forcing the dragon down, allowing him to reach deeper inside, causing Spike to clench back there—doubling the feeling for them both.

Lifted up and forced down on the cock, over and over, tickling the sweet spot, causing the twitching to his cock. Held like a toy and used like one. Spike couldn't help in grabbing his cock, set to jerk all these feelings off. He craved to get his revenge on the griffon.

To stain his pretty coat in hot dragon jizz.

Spike gripped his erection, its burning length sizzling with pre, his own and Gallus, allowing for slickness in the next strokes. His eyes closed, and his mouth moaned, gripping and pumping, thrusting with his cute little hips.

It went on and on, becoming looser in the back, wetter in the front, feeling the aching streaming through his length. It billowed inside his cock, compounding, expanding onto the skin. His knots were already swelling. Their bits faintly flared. He could feel the end coming for them both.

Spike continued jerking his cock while bouncing on the one belonging to the griffon, feeling the giant legs draped away, starting to spasm, the cock inside his ass twitching more and more. That hot rod of meat was nearing its end and feeling its need to be complete.

After a few more primal thrusts from the griffon, met with intense strokes from the dragon, the aching in them both reached its apex and made way for their creamy cum to escape. Gallus shoved and pushed the dragon onto his cock as the knots flared from within, swelling, expanding the walls to their fullest as his cock was lodged inside.

Spike, on the other claw, overblown from the stimulus coming from behind, and meeting the end of the stroke to his front, aimed his dick at the fallen head of the griffon. Stroking and stroking until he could take it no more. Just as he felt the gushing of warm cum shooting and spilling into his tightest passage, his own cock came, shooting rope after rope of thick white over the body of the griffon.

Vine after vine of snowy honey crossed over the griffon's panting chest, creating vines across the tufts of blue, a rope reaching Gallus's head as he turned it, a delicate strand settling over the beak and between the eye. Spike continued to cum over the griffon, stroking his cock still, getting what he could from the lowering high of release.

It took a few seconds of heavy breathing before the two could chuckle, nearly coming to laugh, enjoying themselves and the state they were in. Moments passed in silent breath before their cocks dwindled, knots diminishing, freeing the two from each other.

By the time the cock had slipped out from his ass with yet another pop, currents of thick milk leaking from the abused slit, the poor dragon had fallen forward in a mixture of victory and defeat. Too many revelations within the course of a few hours. He crashed into fluffiness, covering skin that was soft and, in snuggling against it, revealed the hardness, security, beneath that he craved.

"Must be nice being a little guy... when anyone or anything... can be made into a bed, right?"

Spike gave a groan and a moan and a resemblance of a yawn. Letting himself curl into a ball, the tattered field of tuft warmed him like a bed and, in the seconds to come, the thicker wings of a griffon draped over him—allowing slumber.

The two, worn from the afternoon, allowing themselves a nap.