Feathered Hearts - Eros

“... and I got it all on video!” Marco announced grandly as he leaned forward over his laptop. He was intending to replay the scene of Fortrakt’s seduction by Chris and Tara for all to enjoy anew, studying the displays through the warm pink halos that now surrounded everything in his vision. He was hoping to both spark a few more scenes he could then record for his new playlist, to say nothing of giving himself a fresh excuse to put his paws all over Gilda and Giraldi again, finding he couldn’t get enough of either.

Forget being a soil specialist, I should turn this whole night into an X-rated anthology and sell it back home! The first griffie/human action in existence, and I’m recording it all for posterity! I could make a MINT! And make us all FAMOUS! he briefly but giddily thought, wondering if he could entice Gilda and Tara to go at it again. Maybe even convince them to double-team Giraldi…?

He’s earned it—he’s been a really good wingman! But what websites should I upload them to? Pornhub? Nah, they’re a bunch of poseurs. Or maybe I should try the anthro sites? Hell, I bet the furs would line up for human/griffon porn! He recalled he still had a furaffinity account he’d gotten as a teenager that he hadn’t checked in years.

Eh, that was just a phase. But me enjoying hot chicks doing gorgeous griffies isn’t! He eagerly looked forward to seeing who Tara would be with next.

Maybe she’ll take a turn with Giraldi this time! I’d LOVE to see her taken up the tailpipe like she said they did before! “So how about we—” he began again, only to freeze when he felt the First Spear’s beak hook the back of his pants and begin to pull them down over his rear; the powerful male earth griffon’s hot breath suddenly felt keenly in the cleft of his slightly sweaty cheeks.

“Sorry, Marco Lakan…” he heard Giraldi say apologetically but huskily as he began pulling his jeans off with his beak alone. “But your offer to rut is accepted. I have already experienced one exquisite human tail this night, and after seeing how much Christopher McLain enjoyed the Second Spear’s, I now wish to know another…”

His voice trailed off as he audibly licked his beak around the mouthful of waistband, giving a lustful avian growl that caused Marco’s breath to catch and heart to stop. He felt the vibrations of the trill clear into his partially presented cleft and strongly puckering anal orifice, which seemed to soak up the slightest breeze of the First Spear’s excited exhalations, starting to open itself in anticipation.

For a moment, a shocked but sorely aroused Marco couldn’t move or speak as the curves of his cheeks were slowly exposed to open air; he felt a sudden and very strong urge to faint as the big earth griffon even licked into the crevice as the tip of his beak passed, sending an electric shock right up his spine.

He was abruptly and quite keenly aware of everything from the thrill of being undressed to the denim of his shorts clinging tightly to his wet and tingling skin, but only until it was peeled away fully from his rump to leave his cock poking almost painfully up through his overstretched boxers. Though that only lasted until the thin and sodden fabric split right over his rigid head with a short but sharp tearing sound, exposing it fully.

“Well, look at you, Marco,” Tara was the first to speak, her tone smug and teasing as she stretched out on all fours, turning the laptop’s camera around with an exaggerated flourish to face Marco directly. He couldn’t help but notice she deliberately gave Fortrakt a spectacular view from behind of her slit, causing him to stare transfixed for a moment despite still having Chris’s cock sunk deep within him.

“Serves you right for teasing them like that. Hey, you hear that, Chris?” Tara called over her shoulder to him. “Marco’s gonna get boned! I’ll be sure to get it on video! It’ll be the next entry on our new Xvideos playlist!” She pulled the laptop closer and bent over it more, wriggling her rear towards a wide-eyed Fortrakt’s face, who responded by reaching out to lay a shaking paw on her rump.

“Don’t worry!” Chris shouted in glee as he shifted slightly with Fortrakt to face the scene, being sure to give his griffon lover both a better view and full access to Tara. “You think I’m going to miss any gay griffon action?”

“Wha—no! Dude, I’m not…” Marco threw up his hands and tried to stand up, rising to his knees before freezing at the sensation of Giraldi’s paw against his upper back. His beak hooked the top of his collar before he bit down sharply, cutting it in two with its sharpness alone. The words caught in his mouth as he felt hot breath washing over his neck before the two halves of his shirt were grasped in both sets of talons. It was then torn downwards over his spine with a slow rending sound, baring his back to the big griffon.

“Remarkable. Your clothing means that undressing a human is like unwrapping a Hearth’s Warming present in Equestria…” Giraldi rumbled happily as he proceeded to feel up Marco’s bare torso with his tongue and talons, nibbling gently at his neck and ear as Marco found himself with an urge to squeal like an eager teenage girl being shown favor by her first crush.

The effect was only heightened when his shirt was then torn away completely as Giraldi’s claws settled on his nipples for just a moment, reaching around him to tease their tips between two talons like he was a female.

“Before you ask, I participated in one such holiday during my time as a military trainer there. And how delightful that human males have teats as well! I shall treat them as I do my Uxor’s. And I will treat you, Marco Lakan, exactly the same way I treated Tara Fields,” he further announced as Marco felt himself go freshly faint at the idea that he was to be treated like a griffon eagless; his heart pounding hard in his head as he keenly felt every single tweak of the First Spear’s talons and lick of his tongue.

And then Giraldi effortlessly stood him up by placing his talons on his hips and yanking him to his feet, causing him to briefly lose his balance as the large tiercel then concentrated on fully removing his jeans and boxers, pulling the former down to his thighs. The boxers were still caught on his rigid organ, however, at least until Giraldi snapped the waistband in two with his talons alone this time, then simply ripped them off fully with one sharp yank, exposing his stature fully to his human and griffon friends.

“Wow. Nice,” Gilda smirked as she studied Marco’s manhood from the side and began slowly stroking herself to the sight, reaching down between her legs with a set of talons. “And to think I was worried that being descended from apes, humans wouldn’t be that well-endowed. Gotta say, that puts most tiercels to shame, dweeb.” She licked her beak as she spoke, looking to Marco for just a moment like she wanted to approach.

“Not me!” a slowly writhing Fortrakt said as Chris reached around to stroke him with both hands; his newly enhanced eleven inches leaving Marco in further dismay that he was indeed only second-largest.

“Size is not as important as experience, cub…” Giraldi rejoined as Marco felt him reach between his legs with a single foreleg to happily fondle his jewels from behind, seemingly testing their weight and texture; gently squeezing and rolling them skillfully together without ever pricking their oversensitive surface.

“Seconded,” Tara said. “Any lady will tell you that an experienced lover makes all the difference… wouldn’t you agree, Marco?” she asked him with a smirk. “Or if he’s going to make an eagless out of you, should I now call you girlfriend?” she dug her proverbial talons in deeper.

Marco couldn’t respond through his suddenly dry throat and ragged breathing. Despite the intense pleasure, he couldn’t help but feel a moment of fear over the First Spear’s sharp claws handling the most delicate of his equipment, but apparently the big griffon was as experienced as he said, given he kept his pointed talon tips off the swollen surfaces, which he now swore were each the size of a tennis ball, matching a cock that had grown to nearly ten inches long and was pointed directly at Tara’s face.

But to his frustration—or was it relief, because he impossibly wanted to save himself for Giraldi?—neither she nor an obviously interested Gilda made any effort to approach or orally pleasure it.

“Speechless? It’s so unlike you, Marco,” Tara teased again as she allowed Fortrakt to touch and squeeze the strong and sensuous curves of her hips to his heart’s content, though he kept his other set of talons on Chris’s hands, holding them to his hot and throbbing flesh.

“Gotta say, I like him better that way,” Gilda added agreeably. “Now make him a tuck-toy, First Spear! Just like you and Fortrakt wanted him to make me!”

“By your command, Decurion,” Giraldi replied instantly and obediently as a trembling Marco felt him run his talons all over his legs and torso. He added an occasional nip or lick to the stimulation as well, to Marco’s mingled dread and delight, even pillowing his head between his soft and fleshy rumpcheeks to lick at the top of his cleft as he shifted his talons to push his jeans down to his knees.

“Y-You’re really gonna let him do this to me? S-some friends you are!” Marco finally managed with a shaky voice as he felt the two sets of talons reverse course to travel back up his bare thighs, to which Tara only laughed. She allowed a wide-eyed Fortrakt to explore her femininity further as she spoke; Marco couldn’t see where his talons were but it looked like they were probing gently between her legs.

“Sorry, Marco, but it looks like you made him an offer that you can’t refuse! I wouldn’t worry, though—after all, if I enjoyed a little anal action, you will too! And I don’t have your pleasure button!” she finished with some glee.

“Pleasure button?” Gilda echoed as she walked beside Tara, Marco watching as she took pains to rub up against her human friend like a cat with her feathered face, neck, wing and flank as she passed. Her affection earned a caress of her chin and kiss on the beak from Tara; to add insult to injury, Gilda then teased Marco directly by flicking her tail tassel over his balls again and giving him a full view of her half-feline femininity before she turned around again.

She then sat by Tara to study the laptop displays alongside her, who reached up to grasp her chin and gently turned her face to kiss her.

“Yep. Turns out all guys—even griffon ones, I’m sure—have one just inside their love tunnel. Isn’t that right, Chris?” she asked between kisses of Gilda as the latter cupped a breast with a single set of talons from below. Marco might have taken more notice of the undeniably erotic and enticing act—such a waste to not take more video of Gilda’s claws kneading Tara’s teat! But he barely had time to think about it before Giraldi’s claws closed on his shaft directly and began slowly stroking and squeezing it, threatening to buckle his legs anew.

“You got that right!” Chris said as he picked up the pace of his thrusts into Fortrakt, whose tongue was now lolling out of his mouth as he stared up at the ceiling, beginning to call softly to his Ancestors again. “Gods, you’re so lucky, Marco! I wish I could get undressed and caressed before taking it up the rear from such a big and gorgeous griffon!”

“L-lucky…?” Marco barely squeaked as his jeans, which had been only barely hanging on around his knees, finally fell free in a puddle at his feet and he stood fully naked before his human and griffon friends. The entire situation left him feeling ready to faint as his organ stood throbbing and tingling more fiercely than he could ever remember in Giraldi’s grasp, in grave danger of cumming helplessly all over Gilda and Tara from the idea of what was happening to him alone.

“For such sincere and fervent flattery, that could be arranged, Christopher McLain…” Giraldi rumbled, his voice slightly muffled as Marco felt his beak burrow between his legs and stick his nose into the back of his ballsack. He then lifted each orb up in turn with his tongue alone as it darted out repeatedly to caress and stimulate them, not minding in the least the short hairs present there that meant it had been weeks since he had last shaved them.

“But just as you made the Second Spear your first male griffon, you will understand that I wish to make Marco Lakan my first male human. First of many, I hope, given how wonderful he tastes and feels, and how readily he responds to me.” Marco could only gape as Giraldi then shifted his efforts back slightly, dragging his beak backwards along the length of his cleft until the tip was poised right against his sweat-moistened anal sphincter, which he swore was trying to open up automatically, betraying him in its eagerness to admit Giraldi’s organ.

“For if all human males are so good-smelling, so soft of skin, so easy to seduce and so fun to feel up, I might well make a habit of it!” he announced as Marco felt the big griffon’s breath feel both hot and cool against the slickened surface; he stiffened hard even as he felt the opening relax further.

“This one is! Looks like you finally pushed the wrong guy’s buttons, Marco, like I always warned you someday would back home. I’m just glad I got to see it. Enjoy being made gay!” Tara said smugly as she shifted into a sitting position, this time leaning back against Gilda, who affectionately nuzzled her neck and nippled at its nape with her beak, reaching around with her talons to happily knead both her ‘teats’ from behind.

“It’s not so bad…” Fortrakt replied in a shaky but dreamy voice, basking in the view of Marco’s seduction and the attention Chris was lavishing him with. He was still sitting in his lap and leaning back against him as his human lover continued to caress, kiss and stroke him, and then slowly start to thrust into him again.

“In fact, it feels… Ooooh…” he called out with an arched back and head as his griffon shaft began to visibly pulse and spurt clear fluid in time to Chris’s thrusts. “By all our most amorous and erotic Ancestors, I do have a pleasure button!” he announced in some amazement. “How did I never know it was there…?”

Tara’s grin turned evil as she settled back against Gilda while pushing her boobs up into her talons; Marco looked down to see that Giraldi was making rubbing motions with his foretalons that Gilda promptly copied against Tara’s nipples, eliciting a startled gasp. “That’s one tiercel tucked and loving it, with one to go!”

“Make that two…” Chris said between grunts. “I want to be taken by the First Spear, too! No offense, Fortrakt…” he quickly added as the sounds of his thrusts picked up, leaving his balls slapping hard with Fortrakt’s; the sound made Tara turn the laptop briefly to point at the pair, giving its camera an eyeful of the action and projecting it on the wall behind them..

“None taken…” Fortrakt answered, instantly spreading his legs wider to give the camera a better view. His eyes then shifted over to the projected image and Marco heard him take a ragged breath as he beheld himself being ‘tucked’ in the tail again. “And by the Ancestors, your spear feels so… so…!”

He arched his back and gave a powerful trill as a second climax claimed him; his ‘spear’, as the griffons so liked to call them, twitching violently and squirting hard in Chris’s grasp. The latter saw fit to point it upwards so it would hit Fortrakt’s face, clearly trying to make the tiercel’s own seed end up in his open beak.

He wasn’t entirely successful as Fortrakt’s frantically twitching, spurting organ slipped free for a moment to fire a streamer directly at Gilda and Tara, leaving a continuous line of spunk that started at Tara’s right breast, went diagonally across her upper chest and ended up on Gilda’s cheek and beak before Chris corrected the aim. He proceeded to paint Fortrakt with his own cum until it was coating his face fully and dripping off his open beak.

“A dweeb to the end,” Gilda pronounced as she licked her cheek clean and then stretched her neck to clean Tara up, obeying a mental request from Marco to swab a teat with her tongue. “You know, Giraldi, maybe we should introduce Chris and Marco to Spear Calidum Virga and Gladio Gallus Amans from our century, given their proclivities.” She lingered over Tara’s breasts for a moment, squeezing their mass together around her tongue as it found its way into Tara’s cleavage. “You know, I found those two doing the pony ‘swirl’ in the back of the barracks while off-duty a couple months back.”

“An excellent suggestion,” Marco heard Giraldi agree from the left of him. He looked down to realize that the First Spear had shifted to sit up beside him to watch Chris and Fortrakt, though he kept his right set of talons possessively on Marco’s right hip, holding on to him like a treasured possession.

Like I actually BELONG to him? The idea was somehow incredibly heady as Giraldi went on.

“They do seem to enjoy each other’s company quite readily. I even caught them going belly-to-belly as humans do once. So why would they not enjoy the company of male humans? Especially if I find I enjoy them…” he trailed off meaningfully as Marco all but whimpered to feel the big griffon’s right foretalons squeeze his cheek. A single talon found the flesh at the base of his cleft to pull it away slightly, exposing his still-slickened tailhole to open air; for a moment Marco found himself fervently wishing that the enormous earth Griffon would insert a talon to begin his conquest in earnest.

“I would not wish to deny other griffons the pleasure of human tiercels. Once I have had my fill, that is.” And then Marco’s breath caught as Giraldi did deftly slip his thumb talon into his sphincter like a bowling ball, leaving him keenly aware of its pointed but not-at-all painful presence.

“So you got more gay griffons in your unit? I’d love to meet them! But please tell me we got that on video…” a breathless Chris asked as Marco looked down to see Giraldi turn his bluish-feathered face inward to lick the base of his balls again, sending a fresh wave of weakness through him.

“We got it,” Tara told him as Fortrakt’s second orgasm finally ebbed and he went limp in Chris’ arms, who hugged him tightly. “Even the all-important moneyshot! It’ll be instant X-rated gold! You hear that, Fortrakt? You’re going to be a star! Millions of humans our world over will be seeing this someday!” she said gleefully.

“Millions…” Fortrakt repeated dreamily as he began licking his face clean. The idea alone seemed to cause his briefly softened cock to surge instantly to attention again, leaving even Marco in amazement at how big an exhibitionist he truly was.

“Dude, you’re insatiable!” Chris said in equal wonder. “And with you wrapped around me, so am I! I love your body, buddy, but I gotta ask… are all griffon guys so fun?”

“It is true that an amorous griffon male needs little encouragement, as a rule. It is making us amorous that is usually tricky,” Giraldi explained with a grin Marco could hear even as his eyes remained locked straight ahead; his body rigid and trembling as the tiercel continued to toy with him. “Normally it requires a mating round, but with humans? It would seem your bare skin and sweet scent is enough. To say nothing of how easily you surrender to our efforts.” For a moment he threatened to push his thumb claw in deeper, causing Marco to bite his lip.

Tara smirked to see him while Gilda just gave an evil grin. “By all means, break him in, but please don’t break him, Galen. That cock of his is a treasure! That one time we were together, he got me off three times in ten minutes using it.” She used the camera controls to zoom in on it, then projected it on the wall so everyone could see how hard it was throbbing and how heavily it was drooling.

“Cock…” Gilda repeated from behind her as she studied it. “You mean like a rooster? Hadn’t heard that one before, but I guess it makes sense. So that’s what humans call a spear?”

“You got it, girlfriend,” Tara confirmed, turning her head to kiss Gilda’s beak. “It’s probably our least ‘dweeby’ nickname for them, though in all honesty? I like your term better.”

“Worry not, Tara Fields,” Giraldi rumbled happily as Marco could only absorb the sensations of being continuously felt up, the male earth griffon keeping his right set of talons firmly in place over his right rump cheek as the left set ran up and down his leg repeatedly, even squeezing the sinew of his calf. “I would not ‘break him’, for I already very much wish to enjoy the taste and tightness of his beak and tail more than just this once. I regret that you and Mister Lakan here have now addicted me to humans.”

Marco felt him squeeze his ‘flank’ anew, leaving him sweating and trembling as he was toyed with ever more openly and brazenly. He found his cock now tingling intensely, leaving him worried again that he was either going to faint or cum from anticipation alone. “And as it would seem Mister Lakan is now ripe and ready, far be it from me to deny his tail my spear…” Marco gasped as he removed his talon while he shifted back behind him, then Marco felt him use both sets of talons to spread his cheeks fully as he leaned in…

And to his shock, the big earth griffon inserted his tongue directly through his loosened sphincter, slowly worming its way deeper into him with each practiced flick and dart!

“H-holy…” The touch of his long tongue was like an electric shock of pleasure as Marco finally felt his legs buckle fully, causing him to fall forward onto his knees and hands. But Giraldi held his hips fast and continued his oral efforts as Marco could only gasp and groan, writhing in response to the unexpected erotic assault. He felt like he was overheating at the impossibly pleasurable and very illicit act; sweat bursting out all over his body. Worse, his loins felt all but ready to explode as his insides were probed for the… second time?

“How interesting…” the big griffon said between licks like he was little more than a piece of exotic meat. “Unlike us, you sweat from everywhere, and not just the pads of your paws or base of your tail. Which I suppose makes sense if you have no wings to rapidly vent excess heat—it is part of why ours splay during rutting,” he noted idly as Marco felt the First Spear continue to explore his body, outside and in.

“And your sweat, to say nothing of your scent itself… is not unpleasant at all. Sweet, spicy and salty, all at once. I do believe I like the taste of humans,” he decided as he picked up his efforts, leaving Marco unable to do anything but wriggle and weakly trying to crawl away from the overwhelming and almost unbearable pleasure of the act.

“And I must admit, for as much as the idea appeals to me now and as much as I have enjoyed seeing the Second Spear and Christopher McLain together, I am starting to regret not having engaged in more experimentation with other tiercels in my youth. So I will make up for that now.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better…?” Marco asked unsteadily as Giraldi again drew his beak and tongue back across the length of his cleft, starting at the back of his balls and ending at his sphincter. The action caused his spine to arch high like a cat and his hands to clench hard on the carpet beneath him, but he couldn’t help it. He found the big griffon’s strength and oral efforts both physically and erotically irresistible, leaving him both unable—and worse, unwilling—to pull away from them.

“I c-can’t believe you’re willing to lick me there!” he said as Giraldi inserted his tongue directly into him again, as much to cover up his own improbably powerful reaction to the stimulation and the impossibly good feeling of the First Spear tasting him from within.

“Oh, please,” Gilda snickered from in front of him; Marco looked up to see that she had lowered her head behind a now-crouching Tara so she could inspect and sniff at her ‘nest’ from behind; seemingly just as unable as Giraldi was to get enough of her body or scent.

“In case you’ve forgotten, Marco Lakan, we’re hunters, and survival training at the Gauntlet meant we had to subsist in a crow-damned desert feeding on nothing but fetid carcasses for a week! I’ve eaten fresh entrails before, so believe me when I say that we’ve all had far worse things in our beaks than your tail.”

“She’s gotcha there, Marco,” Tara grinned as she stretched out in front of Gilda with her head propped on her hands. She kept her legs spread behind her to allow Gilda easier access to her shaven sex while giving her a view of Marco’s subjugation, allowing her to keep the camera trained on him. “And besides, you’re one to talk, given how much you like eating tripe!”

“You’re evil, girl…” A dry-mouthed and very unsteady Marco complained as he found he could only await the inevitable.

“Why, thank you. You hear that, Gilda? He thinks I’m a bad girl!” she called back.

“As if I’m not? That’s enough foreplay, First Spear! You’ve teased him for long enough, so by my order, mount him! For teasing us like that, make a proper eagless out of him!” Gilda ordered imperiously as she began to eat Tara out in earnest to an arched back and sharp intake of breath from her.

“By your command, Decurion…” Giraldi said again with one final pass of his beak between the cleft of Marco’s cheeks, taking pains to draw his avian tongue across the back of his balls—they felt so swollen to Marco he swore they were bigger than baseballs now, before standing up and walking forward so his belly brushed Marco’s back; the trilling rumble of Giraldi’s words was felt as a vibration that shot straight up his spine.

“But I—” Marco then turned his head to face him and found his heart stopping and cock throbbing again at the equal parts hungry, predatory and lascivious look the enormous earth griffon was giving in, once again seemingly sizing him up from head to toe as he would a hunted beast.

“G-Giraldi…” For a single, terrifying moment, he thought the mere sight of him was going to make him cream himself on the spot.

“Forgive me, Marco Lakan…” the First Spear said a second time as he moved up. “But having already known one exquisite human tail this night, I very much wish to know another, and it no longer matters to me their gender. You have more than earned my affection with your caresses and such stimulating cinema, so just like with Tara Fields, I will be gentle…” he promised as he began to sniff and nip at Marco’s neck as if he was a female, his words and actions causing Marco’s breath to catch. “And besides, I am now under orders from an officer to rut you. So I must.”

“But… but… dude, I’m a civilian, not a soldier!” he tried next, his voice growing as shaky as his legs when the big griffon circled an ear with his long tongue and he felt Giraldi’s enormous organ brush his backside, starting to settle squarely into his cleft.

His increasingly feeble protests only seemed to encourage the First Spear further as his rumble turned almost predatory to feel Marco try to weakly wriggle free beneath him.

“Be that as it may, she is my superior, and she has given me an order. I am sorry if you are having second thoughts, but I warned you repeatedly not to tease us, Marco Lakan…” His voice turned both placating and predatory as his tapered cockhead began to close in on its mark, shimmying into position against his anal opening. “For I have learned from long experience that an amorous eagless will always get what she wants. And so will a tiercel ready and eager to tuck.”

“You said it, First Spear! And right now, I want him bent over and taking it up the tail! I want him turned into the toy and ‘amorous eagless’ he made me!” Gilda announced in no little relish as she began to lick at Tara’s sex again.

“You go, girlfriend!” Tara approved wholeheartedly, clapping her hands together as Marco felt himself begin to overheat further, unable to muster up any additional will to resist as Giraldi settled in fully over him.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph, this is really happening…” he said in his native Tagalog as he felt himself tensing in anxiety and anticipation, and worse, starting to hyperventilate. “I’m about to get drilled!” Despite how badly part of him wanted it, he found fear trying to take hold of him again, his breathing and trembling worsening to the point he was certain he was going to pass out.

“Whoa! Hold up there, First Spear!” Chris said, recognizing his distress from beneath Fortrakt. “Please wait a minute, Giraldi! He needs help! Sorry, Fortrakt, but he’s my friend and I gotta be there for him… please let me up?”

“Oh. Okay…” Fortrakt said amicably, forcing himself to rise off Chris’s lap for the first time in fifteen minutes; the latter’s still-rigid cock slipping free with a sharp slurp. “But please hurry back? I feel empty without you now…” he said almost forlornly, his wings and tail drooping.

“Don’t worry, lover-bird—I’ll be back! I just gotta get Marco through this…” he explained as he pushed up off the floor and crawled over to Marco, then began fanning him with a folded blanket. “It’s okay, buddy. I’m here. I’m gonna get you through this. Now look at me!” he ordered sharply, putting his hands on Marco’s cheeks and impossibly, Giraldi obeyed him and stopped to watch.

“Focus on me, Marco. Take deep breaths. In… out… in… out…” he said from just a few inches away, his face close enough that Marco could smell the cider on his breath. “That’s it. You know you want this—I can tell that you do!—so just let it happen and don’t be afraid of it,” he said reassuringly. “The most important thing is, don’t tense when he enters—just relax. If you do, it’ll not only go in easy, but I swear you’ll love every second of it—just ask Fortrakt over there!

“P-promise…?” Marco asked in a very meek, even childlike tone.

“Promise. You’re in for a real treat, buddy! And you’re getting it from one of the most gorgeous griffons imaginable!” he praised, and Marco found himself hanging on his words like a lifeline. “Tara? Play him some soothing music. And Fortrakt? Get him some more cider, okay?” Chris further requested.

“You got it!” Tara said as she swiftly flipped through his laptop’s playlists; even Gilda paused her oral pleasuring of Tara to watch the scene unfold.

“Coming up!” the Second Spear promised in turn, and Marco saw him grab his mug before disappearing out of view.

“Whatever you are doing, make it quick, Christopher McLain…” Giraldi advised with a lustful rumble in Marco’s ear; Marco could feel the tip of his cock poised firmly against his slickened sphincter, primed and ready to ‘rut’ him senseless. “For at this moment, it is all I can do to hold back!”

“I know. And believe me, I want you to take him! I love the idea of a griffon making him gay! But I also want him to enjoy it as much as possible so he’ll want to do it again!” he explained as Fortrakt returned with Marco’s mug, now full.

“Drink up, buddy,” Chris ordered, and Marco did so. He found himself automatically relaxing as the tingling all over his body became even more intense the more of the amber liquid he gulped down, turning his vision almost completely pink. “Now where’s that music, Tara?”

“Just a sec! Let’s see, what would be good for both Griffons and humans…?” she wondered before she smiled. “Well, it looks like you have some good taste in music, Marco. So how about… this?” She flicked a finger against the laptop screen.

Two Steps From Hell - Heart of Courage (Extended Version)

“Perfect…” Giraldi said as he started bobbing his head to the beat, and Marco had to agree as the cider and song soaked into him. Suddenly, all his excess thoughts and fears receded to leave nothing but pure carnal desire in its wake; suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to have the big earth griffon’s spear buried deep inside him, claiming him as his own.

Suddenly, nothing else mattered but being the tiercel toy Giraldi was making him, the instrument of the big griffon’s pleasure and a willing partner who would surrender himself time and time again. “Damn, I needed that…” he admitted as for the first time, he pushed back willingly against Giraldi’s grinding cocktip, feeling it slip fully into position against his already-stretched and lubed opening. “I’m ready, big guy!”

“Good. Now close your eyes and listen to the music,” Chris directed, leaving Marco in deep appreciation that his friend’s far-larger-than-before eight-inch erection remained deliberately neglected while he attended him and Giraldi. “And First Spear? Go slowly at first…” he emphasized. “Don’t push it all in at once. Give him a chance to get used to it little by little. It’ll help you both savor it, and it will be much more rewarding.”

“Your words ring true, Christopher McLain. I will obey, at least as much as I can…” he promised as he pushed forward with a grunt and Marco felt his opening part to admit him.

“Ooooooohhhh…” he called out as even the initial intrusion sent him into sensory overload for a moment. “God above, it shouldn’t feel this good…”

“Just wait, it gets better!” A gratified Chris said, rubbing his shoulders as Fortrakt sat beside him with a wing over his back.

“Move aside, Chris and Fortrakt!” Marco heard Tara order from behind his friend. “Gilda and I can’t see. Or at least reposition the camera!”

“Oh, right! Fortrakt! Put it on the table facing them from the side!” Chris instructed, suddenly fully in charge of the scene. “Let’s give our future audiences a good show!” he added, and Fortrakt hastened to obey, moving the laptop to the table, already knowing that he just had to bend the top slightly to get it pointed in the right direction.

“It’s ready!” he said eagerly, and then he sat beside Chris, rubbing shoulders with him and stroking himself slowly as he watched Marco’s seduction unfold.

“Good, now go a bit deeper, Giraldi! You’re gonna love where it hits next, Marco…” he promised lasciviously, and Marco somehow believed him as he felt a growing pressure just inside the anal cavity as the First Spear pushed another inch in.

Marco’s mouth gaped open as a sudden surge of intense sensation hit; feeling his cock swell and spurt hard onto the floor beneath him. “That’s—” He couldn’t speak as Giraldi began to progressively pry him open further, leaving his mouth agape.

“That’s the pleasure button, buddy,” Chris said in great glee. “And just wait until he starts thrusting!”

“May I, Christopher McLain?” Giraldi asked. “I will cede to your experience in this matter, but I very much want to push further!”

“I know, big guy. By all means, but use short strokes until you’ve loosened him up—trust me, you’ll know when he’s ready for more,” Chris promised, and for the first time, Marco felt his hips start to rock as the big griffon began to thrust forward. Within seconds, the First Spear had sunk what he guessed was half his length—it was so hard to tell except for the feeling of not just fullness but fulfillment reaching further back!

And for the first time, Marco Lakan found that he well and truly wanted more. “Harder…” he said softly as he felt his body progressively and quite deliciously yielding itself to the griffon meat within him. “Deeper!” he pleaded more loudly, and Giraldi instantly obliged him, picking up the pace of his thrusts, leaving Marco realizing in that moment that Fortrakt was in fact correct.

It’s really NOT so bad! he finally admitted to himself as it felt like Giraldi had sunk six inches of his hot and throbbing shaft with more to come; his sphincter spreading ever-further to accommodate the bulb-like swelling he’d noticed Fortrakt had that was already starting to impinge on the opening. In fact, it feels incredibly GOOD!

“So how’s he compare, Galen?” Tara asked idly as she and Gilda moved up to flank a surprised Fortrakt; Marco looked up to see him stiffen as the pair put hands and claws on him, rubbing his wings and shoulders from behind as each female also reached down to stroke his cock with a single set of fingers and talons. “As good as me?”

“Exquisite…” the big griffon rumbled. “As wonderful as your tail was, his is even warmer. And tighter!”

“Yeah, well, I had some experience with doing it. He didn’t—unless you count that strap-on I used on him when we were drunk. Hey, Chris, you mind if me and Gilda borrow Fortrakt here?” she then asked, causing the Second Spear’s eyes to go wide and his eyes to dart back and forth between them.

As Marco watched, Chris looked back only briefly. “I don’t want to hog him. And I know how much he wants you, Tara. So sure,” he said with a grin. “Just don’t make me too jealous like Marco here! God, I wish I was in your place, buddy!” he said wistfully as for the first time, he began to stroke himself to the sight and even began to make out with Marco directly.

“Lucky…” Marco murmured happily as his focus settled firmly on the feeling of being taken—or tucked, as both griffons and ponies said. “Feels so good… you really are making an eagless out of me!” he admitted without any further shred of guilt or doubt.

“For which you are very welcome, Marco Lakan,” Giraldi said as his hips began to piston more freely, sending fresh bursts of what Marco finally understood were prostate-boosted pleasure into him. “And for being a true friend, I promise I will claim your tail next, Christopher McLain.”

“I’ll hold you to that, big guy! But you make sure Marco’s good and gay first! And then you can have us both whenever you want…” he promised between kisses of Marco. His voice was the last thing Marco heard as the words registered; Giraldi’s response was lost to him as it felt like all the blood in his body began to rush into his loins.

“Oh God, I’m almost there…” he said over the sound of his own heart pounding in his head and the feel of the griffon within him, fucking him as if he was just a female to fertilize.

And in that moment, maybe he was!

“As am I…” Giraldi promised as his thrusts reached a crescendo; for the first time, Marco felt the tiercel’s large balls start to slap the back of his as he hilted himself within his human lover’s ‘tail’, leaving him feeling fully and truly not just claimed.

But conquered!

“So warm… so tight… so silken and so superb…” Giraldi pronounced as Marco felt a great swell of pride at knowing he’d passed the big griffon’s test, able to take all of him and, very shortly, get him off inside him!

“You are as much a tiercel treasure as Tara Fields, Marco Lakan! And now, I shall reward you…” he promised as he took a final, sharp intake of breath and arched his back, using what little mobility remained in his wings to slam his hips forward one final time. He called out to his Ancestors themselves with a sound that was half-growl and half-keening trill, emptying his orbs inside him.

Despite all the ecstasy he had already experienced, Marco very distinctly felt the sensation of his alimentary tract being flooded and filled with very hot cream. The unfamiliar but incredibly heady feeling coupled with a sudden stretching sensation from his sphincter as the thickest part of the big griffon’s bulb penetrated sent him crashing over the edge as well; he cried out as he came harder than he ever had in his life.

His cock erupted helplessly onto a towel that Chris had put there at some point, coating his own chest and belly with seed; some of his streamers even arced all the way over to Chris’s balls and organ, who was leaning forward to lock lips with him as he came.

It was all overwhelming but immensely enjoyed—far more than he’d ever felt before or even thought possible. As repeated waves of pure pleasure wracked him, he felt himself all but floating in a pink haze of rutting rapture as his cock erupted again and again, even harder than Fortrakt had before he collapsed to the floor along with Giraldi, who fell atop him with his organ remaining embedded deep inside.

Barely able to form lucid thoughts, Marco half-wondered if he would stay there, knotted like a dog, and found himself fervently hoping that he would, wanting to savor the sensation of the shaft buried within him for just a little while longer.

“By the Ancestors…” Fortrakt’s breathless voice was the first thing he heard as he emerged from his sexual stupor half a minute later, and as he opened his eyes, Marco realized the remark wasn’t directed at him.

For Gilda and Tara had pushed Fortrakt onto his back and were positioning themselves above either end of him; Gilda sitting over his agape muzzle and Tara over his prominent cock.