Feathered Hearts - Eros

“… For Is that not what intimacy is about? The forming of bonds during intense mutual pleasure?” Giraldi asked the human eagless named Tara, his tone fervent. “Only by us being intimate, it is not simply a bond between two beings we forge—it is a bond between two races! And if we have been brought to different sides of this door for that purpose, then I will not fight it. For the sake of both worlds, I say let it be done.”

Even though he was never one to give inspirational speeches—unless you counted chewing out fledgling soldiers during his time as a trainer at The Gauntlet—Giraldi was impressed with what he came up with here.

But is it enough? he didn’t yet know, and worse, he didn’t get his answer right away. There was instead another long pause and sequence of ragged breaths coming from the other side, which were soon followed by a fresh series of deliciously wet squishing sounds. Though certainly promising, it was still no guarantee as time stood still for Giraldi as he awaited her ultimate reply.

“Y-yes…” she finally decided as he heard her stand up from where she sat against the door, causing his heart to leap and tiercel spear to twitch hard in his exposed lap. It sent a fresh spurt of clear fluid onto the floor in front of him like he was a teenager again; for a single, terrifying moment, he thought he was going to climax just as she was finally ready to surrender herself to him.

“Th-that’s the answer. I think you’re right. If this is going to happen anyway, let it be here with you. Let me find the answers I need with a more mature and experienced male before I try anything with Fortrakt,” she decided as he heard her stand up, though he was disappointed as he heard what sounded like a zipper being pulled back up and something being refastened.

There was then another sound he couldn’t quantify—an object being placed on a shelf?--but he quickly pulled himself back up from his sitting position as well, turning to face the door while checking that his wings were not yet flared enough to make passing the entry difficult.

The door opened to reveal her; her cheeks were flushed and her clothes disheveled from where she’d been pawing at herself. The scent of her human arousal also hung heavy in the air, making him even more heady—she truly did desire him! But instead of indulging those desires immediately, she stepped back from him cautiously, watching him leerily as she leaned back against the room’s chest of drawers with her left hand hidden inside an open drawer.

Despite his own intense desire to approach and undress her immediately, he did not, keeping his paws and talons firmly planted outside the door as he recognized instantly that she didn’t fully trust him. That she probably had some form of weapon in the drawer, which she would use if he did anything without her express permission. They still didn’t know what kind of weapons the humans possessed, but he did not want to be the first griffon to find out!

“Greetings on behalf of not just myself, but all griffons, Tara Fields.” He bared his neck politely, studying her flushed and disheveled form; she’d clearly been pawing at and pleasuring herself repeatedly while they’d been talking; the slightly milky and metallic scent of her arousal hung in the air around them. “May I enter?”

“Yes…” she said with a wary nod. “But keep your distance for now,” she further instructed even as she studied his form closely, noting instantly his partially flared wings which had scraped the sides of the door as he entered.

“As you wish,” he said, stopping two body lengths away. Her sight and scent caused his wings to flare further as he used his tail to push the door closed behind him, but this time, Giraldi allowed it to happen, not wishing to hide his excitement from her. “I swear on my honor as a sire and griffon soldier that I will do nothing you do not invite.”

“That’s at least a little reassuring,” she granted as her blue eyes roved over him again, quickly noting his widening wingspan. And for the first time, a smile brushed her features. “So your wings do get erect like pegasi when you’re excited!” she realized. “That’s why Fortrakt pressed himself into a corner earlier today—he wasn’t just trying to hide his big boner, he was afraid his wings would give him away!”

Giraldi couldn’t help but chuckle at the image, wishing he’d been there to witness it, recognizing the term ‘boner’ from the year he had spent in Equestria. “We do indeed, though you must be careful not to misinterpret it—our wings can flare in anger as well. The difference…” He pondered how best to describe it, then smiled.

“Well, perhaps it would simply be easiest to show you. Your first lesson, Tara Fields, is that griffon wings are our most intimate and treasured areas—even more than our actual tiercel spears and eagless nests. So much of our lives and very bodies revolve around flight, so our wings are sacred to us, and their care is paramount… as is the need to respect and revere them on our partners.”

“We learned that pretty quickly when Marco accidentally groped Gilda,” the human female recalled, starting to paw at herself lightly again as she studied him, though she made no move to approach him and still kept her left hand inside her drawer on whatever unknown weapon she had. “We thought she was going to kill him for that.”

“I promise she would not have, but she would have made her displeasure known by injuring and likely scarring him. In that instance, such an intimate form of contact was completely uninvited and unwelcome. Be assured, that is not the case here.” He took a cautious step towards her. “Wingplay, sometimes called preening, is a form of what ponies call foreplay to us. So if you wish, feel free to explore my wings and flight muscles. And watch what happens.” His wings rose another talon length from his sides at his own suggestion.

She did not immediately avail herself of the offer, though she did stare at him in amazement. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as open in their intentions as you.”

“Then you have never met an amorous griffon before,” he rejoined with a twinkle. “By chance or by design of the Ancestors themselves, I have been brought here for you, Tara Fields. And that means that here and now, I belong to you.”

His words made her go visibly weak in the knees; she had to lean on the chest of drawers for a moment, her hand beginning to pull back from the open drawer. “You… you really mean it,” she realized in wonder. “You’re nothing like the human guys I know!”

“I will assume that is a compliment,” he told her with a wry grin. “I swear again that you have nothing to fear from me. Now begin your education of griffon mating in earnest, Tara Fields, starting with my wings. Or anything else you desire,” he offered, deciding against showing off his impressive erection at that point. Do not overwhelm her. Let her go at her own pace... he reminded both himself, and his swollen spear.

“You’re sure?” she had to ask again; her eyes flitting all over his body even as her hands repeatedly pawed and clawed openly at herself; he could see the wet spot between her legs, soaking right through whatever exotic fabric the coverings were made of.

“Would I be here if I was not?” he challenged her with a wry grin, flaring his grayish blue headfeathers in enticement and spreading his wings in further display. “My body and all its attributes are yours to explore and enjoy, Tara Fields. So fear not to touch me. Fear not to explore me. To learn that tiercels have much to offer an eagless who they desire.”

Her cheeks flushed a deeper hue and she all but squirmed where she stood; he could just pick up the sound of wet friction are she rubbed her thighs together. “I think you mean it. I really think I can trust you...” she decided as she visibly swallowed, glancing at the open drawer one last time before letting go of it, forcing herself to withdraw her hand from her hidden weapon and move forward towards him. He watched her approach somewhat haltingly, like she had to compel herself forward every step of the way, perhaps wanting to see if he was going to make a sudden move.

But as badly as he wanted to meet her halfway, he did not. The decision must be entirely hers, he reminded himself sternly as he awaited her, closing his eyes to give her some extra reassurance and soak in the scent of her sexual spoor. He heard her approach step by cautious step, newly confident that she would indeed arrive as she fought and won whatever internal battle she was facing.

Finally, she reached him as he sensed the heat of her body and heard her slightly panting breaths above his head; he opened his eyes to suddenly find himself staring her covered mammaries in the face. Though sorely tempted to tear off the odd covering, seeing he didn’t even need his talons to do so—he could hook it with his beak from the top in the slight separation between her twin mounds and the garment and then tear it downward!—he did not, deciding that neither she—nor he—needed any further distractions at that moment; which belonged entirely to her.

He took a deep breath as she began by laying her soft talons not on his wings, but on the back of his head, running her digit through his crest feathers to get a sense of his avian features before slowly moving them downwards along the back of his neck.

He rumbled happily and his wings tensed further in anticipation as she neared the sensitive area of his flight muscles, including the all-important and very intimate base of his wings, leaning over him slightly to do so until her chest was nearly pushed into his face. “Your feathers… they feel so silky…” she told him slightly raggedly, his gaze filled by her hidden breasts and nose saturated with the scent of excitement that wafted up from between her legs, not at all inhibited by her clothes.

“Why, thank you...” he bared his throat slightly, knowing full well it would press his cheeks and beak lightly into her chest; he was gratified when he got his first sense of their firmness and she did not flinch back from the touch. “That is a function of their upkeep. We keep them clean and well-groomed at all times to facilitate flight. So to say they are ‘silky’ is to both compliment a griffon’s grooming, and their wings themselves.”

“I’ll remember that. And then there’s your neck…” she next commented as she ran her human hands up and down it, leaving him amazed at their deftness and softness. “The transition between your fur and feathers is so seamless… I always thought griffons were basically two creatures stitched together, but you’re not! You’re a true fusion of two completely different species…” she marveled like she was an arcane theorist investigating a biological oddity.

“Again, I will take that as a compliment,” he rumbled as he stood happily, allowing her to caress him, reveling in her touch. “Some ponies may call us ‘chickenhawks’, but it is such a woefully inadequate and insulting term for all that we are.”

“You’ll never hear it from me,” she promised him as her breathing got more labored while she began to feel him up in earnest. “And your wings…” she finally said as her hands moved backwards and outwards, finding the base of his flight muscles and actual flight appendages, causing him to stiffen sharply and take a deep breath of his own as she brushed them for the first time.

She drew back in momentary alarm, but was quickly reassured by his chuckle. “Be assured your touch is most welcome, Tara Fields. By all means, continue. And see what effect it has.”

“Okay…” she said agreeably as she stepped forward again, this time to the point that her chest was fully pressing into his face; he got the distinct impression it was a deliberate act on her part and he couldn’t resist raising his beak to pluck the topmost buttons off her garment, causing the center of it to fall open and bare the upper portion of her human breasts.

“Whoa… I didn’t think you’d go for these…” she said, making no further move to cover herself as she ran her hands in earnest through his wingfeathers, watching in amazement as his pinions flared outwards and stiffened to the point of tension; he flinched slightly as she experimentally tweaked one and watched it vibrate, sending a trill through his throat and a shiver of pleasure down his spine. “And you arch your spine like a cat, but… you’re not…” she finally understood, to his immense gratification. “You’re so much more than just a bird or feline…”

“Then you already understand us better than many ponies,” he praised her, continuing to stand as still as he could to savor her caresses against his most essential and sensual wings, which were rapidly approaching full flare before her astonished eyes.

Finally, he reached it, and she stepped back in admiration to see him. “So that’s what you look like with fully erect wings...” she said in satisfaction. “Do all griffons have that sensitivity?”

“Indeed we do. And I must admit, your soft talons are perfect for preening them,” he told her through a flushed face. “When fully aroused, our feathers become very sensually sensitive, responding to a lover’s touch just as readily as they do to the very wind currents of the air. In fact, as you can readily see, each feather becomes its own erogenous zone, receptive to even the slightest stimulation,” he recited, amazed he could say it like he was giving a weapons seminar to his soldiers rather than a lesson in griffon sensuality to an eager human eagless.

“I can tell! Touching your feathers is just like tweaking a tit…” she replied as she experimentally flicked the edge of a primary, causing his entire wing to twitch and the pinion itself to tremble.

Though he wasn’t immediately sure what she meant by ‘tit’—was that a human term for teat?—he lowered his forequarters to present more of his flying surfaces to her, taking the additional opportunity to pop open the fastener at the top of her lower garment with his beak before hooking the zipper—he was familiar with them from trying on outfits in Equestria at the behest of his hosts—and pulling it down, releasing a wave of aromatic arousal into his waiting nostrils that made him dizzy. It gave his loins a fresh surge of excitement, his wings and phallus seemingly growing even harder than they already had.

Though surprised, taking a shuddering breath, she did not prevent it or subsequently stop him from gradually pulling her entire garment down, first on one side and then the other, to bare her furless human sex. But her pleasuring hands went still against his wings as he did so, for which he did not blame her, particularly as he pressed his nose into the opening of her very nest, inhaling the excited scent of his first human eagless deeply.

She moaned and arched herself forward against him, her pants and the odd undergarment inside it falling in a puddle at her feet. “Well… there it is… just please be careful with your beak down there…” she felt compelled to remind him as she awaited his next move.

“Ah… so you fear our beaks would preclude oral pleasure? You need not worry, Tara Fields. Allow me to show you what an experienced tiercel can do with one…” Angling his beak slightly downward to keep the sharp edges away from her sensitive surfaces, he rubbed the smooth but slightly roughened top of his beak against her visibly swollen lips, eliciting a gasp. He followed that up by giving the opening itself a slow and sensuous lick, slipping his long but narrow tongue inside her to gather as much of her deliciously hot honey as he could.

“Ah!” she called out and suddenly had to lean on him for support as he began pleasuring her in earnest with his tongue, staying with her even as she had to lower herself to the floor. Once she was there, she spread her legs wide for him, gasping her pleasure and calling his rank out repeatedly, groping a mammary with one paw as she clutched his head to her with her other set of soft talons, urging more from him.

He eagerly gave it, waiting until she was set on the floor before placing his entire beak against her opening. Once she was, he gently stretched her sensitive surfaces open with the smoother surfaces of his clamshell beak, allowing his tongue even deeper entry to increase the depths and intensity of her pleasure.

“Such a delicious nest… such a wonderfully sensuous eagless...” he told her through his licks, not relenting his efforts. “So tell me, Tara Fields... do you still worry that we are not compatible?”

“I take it all back!” she gasped out the words as she continued to clutch his head, all but writhing on the carpeted floor beneath him. “Gods above, I’m so close… don’t… stop… now!” she begged him, and he had no intention to, driving her towards the ecstasy she so desperately craved.

“As you wish, my exquisite human eagless,” he told her, then plunged his tongue as deep as it would go, savoring the taste and feel of her ridged inner walls—not at all unlike a griffon female!—imagining what it would be like to have his throbbing and exquisitely swollen spear buried in her depths, being milked and massaged by her ridged surfaces until he delivered his seed.

Though tempted to find out right then and there, he did not, preferring to save it for later and give her purely oral stimulation for now. He could claim her easily then, he knew, but why not save it for last?

Why not save it for when she was well and truly ready to accept not just him, but all Griffondom, including the mating culture he was teaching her? But he didn’t get to pursue the chain of thought any further before he sensed her entire body tense and very nest clamp down hard on his beak.

“First Spear! It’s happening! Don’t stop! I’m going to… to!” she didn’t finish the phrase before her back arched hard and she cried out in a pleasingly eagless-like manner, gushing fluid into his waiting maw while announcing her release and pleasure to the Ancestors themselves.

He kept his beak in place through her pleasingly long climax, lapping up as much of the deliciously creamy and slightly metallic substance as he could even after her body went limp and her arched spine collapsed back to the floor, leaving her momentarily spent.

Once her eyes fluttered open again, he stood back up from her and padded over to her face, lightly nipping and kissing her. “Better?”

“Much better…” she confirmed with a look of pure joy, reaching up to give his head a hug. “You have no idea how much I needed that…”

“Actually, I think I do,” he replied with a wry grin and lick of his still-wet beak. “I must say, it’s been quite a while since I got to be with such a gratifying partner, to say nothing of a student who takes to her lessons so readily.”

“Well, I had a good teacher…” she returned the compliment as she tried to stand back up beside him, leaning on him heavily for support as she finally managed to climb to her knees. “And I’m not done learning yet!” she said as she began fondling his wings and flight muscles again, massaging one set of the latter with her left talons as she ran her other set over the tips of his primary feathers on the opposite side, nearly causing his legs to buckle.

“I really like how your wings react… is that sensitivity present in both males and females?” she asked him in an air he found strangely hopeful.

“Yes,” he confirmed slightly breathlessly, even as he wondered why she was asking that—did she also have some eagless proclivities she hoped to indulge? “Whether tiercel or eagless, griffon wings are an important part of mating. In fact, we could even climax from wing stimulation alone!”

“Oh, really?” she got a slightly evil gleam as she intensified her efforts, causing him to draw a ragged breath as he felt his passions in danger of peaking. “I’d love to see that!”

“And now I fear I have set loose a monster,” he chuckled as he closed his eyes and pushed his wings further into her efforts, giving her a lick into the space between her mammaries as she bent over again, eliciting a sudden moan.

“Any regrets?” she asked, suddenly sounding far more confident as she continued to fondle his wings and flight muscles to her heart’s content, causing each to go so rigid and erect that they each flared nearly two entire pony yards to his sides.

“Only if I come too soon, before I can show you the rest of me,” he riposted, then pulled back slightly lest he surrender to her fully before she had seen and experienced all he had to offer. “For our wings and tongues are only part of the griffon package—excuse the pun. We have a far more… conventional means of showing our desires and pleasuring our partners.”

“Oh? And what would that be?” she asked in a teasing tone that suggested she knew well the answer. As she spoke, she took a pose he could only describe before him as jaunty, turning slightly away from him to give him an angled view of her with a hand on her near hip while its partner slowly slid down her bare belly and upper leg—how quickly he had gained her trust and restored her faith in herself!

Newly confident in herself and her control of the situation, she gave him a deliberate look at her bare sex and into her torn-open top garment. He could see half her human breasts through the latter, her teats standing out so prominently he thought they might be able to tear through the fabric all by themselves.

“Allow me to show you…” Deciding it was time to reveal himself fully, he took a deep breath and tugged on the air with what little slack remained in his wings to rear up quickly, balancing on his powerful hind haunches.

He thought for a moment he would stumble without the full use of his wings to stabilize himself, but years of practice standing upright to wield battle axes and plenty of balance drills to support such a feat served him in good stead, enabling him to rise smoothly to stand upright before her.

When he finished the motion, he stood a full head above the human eagless, crossing his forelegs over his chest as he’d seen both humans and pegasi sometimes do while he stood exposed before her. His deliciously engorged and erect organ pointed directly towards her nest, announcing its interest by not just its presence, but by visibly throbbing and openly drooling before her.

The sight of his tiercel spear made her go weak in the knees again as she beheld his full size and stature, causing her to stagger back slightly and lean on the chest of drawers again for support; she even hit the open drawer with her shoulder, which she glanced at and then slammed shut.

“Dear God above…” she breathed softly, “It’s hard to tell when you’re on all fours, but you’re much taller than me! And that is much bigger than I expected…” she admitted with a trembling talon pointed at his phallic prominence.

“I was afraid it was going to be the size of a feline’s... or barbed. But if it’s that big...” the rest went unspoken as she began pawing at herself while staring at it, her human hands making kneading motions at her crotch and covered chest, tugging more of her shirt aside from the latter to draw his eyes further.

He chuckled, immensely gratified yet again by her reaction; deciding to chance a bipedal step forward to give her a closer look. “Ah yes. I recall hearing that exact same belief from the ponies when I was dispatched to Equestria after the Changeling attack three years ago.”

She looked up at his face briefly in surprise. “You’ve been to Equestria?”

“Indeed I have. It is why I speak Equish so well. After the abject failure of their Royal Guard to defend Canterlot during the Changeling invasion, they requested griffon trainers to help rebuild their once-mighty military. I was one of those trainers, and my size was mocked in a pub one evening by a rather obtuse Canterlonian stallion who claimed that ‘being part pussycat’, my spear could be ‘no bigger than a sewing needle’ and certainly not up to pony stature,” he recalled with an evil grin.

“Needless to say, after making a slightly drunken bet with said stallion—we were imbibing this rather exotic cider made from something called zap apples—I disabused him of that notion rather rudely, and then claimed my prize by spending the night with his lead mare, who was in our presence then and equally inebriated. She not only enjoyed a griffon’s company for the first time, but told me privately that she found me a far better lay than him!” he flared his chest and crest feathers triumphantly at the memory.

“He didn’t know what he was talking about…” she marveled anew, her expression giddy. “And neither did I!”

“For which you are forgiven. So by all means, take a closer look,” he invited, chancing another short step forward on his short legs. “I remind you again that you may touch me wherever you wish, or however you wish.”

She started. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“To be touched by the soft but sensuous talons of an alluring alien eagless who has honored both herself and the Griffon Kingdom repeatedly with her words and actions? Yes. Very much,” he confirmed easily, causing her to stagger back in surprise again.

He guessed from her newly stunned reaction that she had once again not expected such a frank and honest reply. “You’re... very direct, First Spear,” she noted again, her smaller eyes flitting all over his half jaguar, half-harrier features again before settling anew on his swollen spear, which continued to twitch and drool openly before her. “And flattering.”

“I do not offer flattery that is unearned, Tara Fields. And one thing you will learn about griffons is that we are not a subtle race,” he replied even as his organ throbbed before her; he could tell how badly she wanted to get close to it, yet was still fighting herself slightly. But why?

“We are very open with our desires and affections, which is part of the reason young Fortrakt out there is having so much trouble hiding his. Do not hold it against him. Or me,” he implored her. “For what you see before you is simply the purest expression of that desire. To deny it standing before you like this would be dishonorable. To say nothing of completely laughable,” he pointed out somewhat dryly.

“So you say what you mean, and you mean what you say,” she paraphrased as she continued to study him. “Your actions match your words, and you don’t play stupid games? I like that. And I think I like… this.” Taking a deep breath, she then fell to her knees before his exposed male member, her hands and mouth suddenly hovering before him. She began to reach for it with her soft talons, only to stop short. “M-may I?”

He smiled at her caution. “It is my most fervent desire that you would, Miss Fields,” he told her, stretching out a foreleg to brace himself against a ceiling beam in case his legs buckled or wings stiffened so much he could no longer use them for stability. “It is as I said. Here and now, my body belongs to you.”

“And I love that...” she admitted, placing her hands against his lower belly and running them through his spotted fur, bringing them in a slow but closing circle around his hips and thighs.

“So muscular…” she said as her human talons closed on and squeezed his jaguar-spotted flanks, then continued down the back of his haunches before returning up the front of them. “And so musky…” she further pronounced as she inhaled his aroma deeply through her prominent nose, which hovered an inch from his tapered tip; close enough that he could feel her hot breath washing over him.

He had no idea whether humans practiced oral sex on males, which was a difficult but not impossible act for beaked griffons. But he got his answer quickly as she then grasped his shaft in one set of soft talons while gently cupping and rolling his precious gems in her other. He stiffened hard at the contact and felt his wings flare wider; his spear even gave a sharp twitch and released a quick spurt of clear fluid directly onto her lips!

She licked at it in surprise as she began to stroke him slowly, continuing to fondle his furred sac all the while, eliciting an avian trill of pleasure from his beak as she began to recite her observations out loud.

“Eight inches long with a deep red color… no barbs, but a ridge with bumps all over the head… there’s a thick multi-lobe bulb at the base, I guess to keep sperm in, but it’s nice and tapered at the tip with just the right amount of upward curve… so you’ll not only go in easy, but you’ll go in deep and really fill me…” she realized to her evident delight as she began to outright nuzzle his sheath and sac, burying her nose in their junction and inhaling deeply.

“Then… do you like it?” he had to know, struggling to both stay standing and not cream instantly all over her face. Fortunately, he had plenty of practice and actual combat experience with the former, while the latter was simply a matter of several decades of learned self-control.

“Like it? No, I love it! It’s an absolutely beautiful piece of equipment… it’s the perfect size and shape for me, and best of all, no coarse curly hairs that get in the way; just short, soft fur that feels good to rub against. And you smell and taste so good…” she decided breathlessly as she then kissed and licked his throbbing spear directly, causing his knees to nearly buckle as he gave his own sharp hiss of pleasure.

It was hard for him to maintain an upright stance with his stiffened wings, but he managed, not wanting to fall over her, bracing himself with a set of talons gripped on the overhead ceiling rafter hard enough to splinter it while she began to stimulate his engorged organ in earnest.

“Ancestors above…” he marveled as she began to bob her head up and down on his shaft, reveling in the sensations he felt; the delicious feel of her malleable beak wrapped around his most sacred treasure. “You do that so well…”

“Mmmm…” she hummed happily as she continued to cradle his intimate areas in her soft talons, cupping his seed-laden sac from below while gently pulling his length to her lips while she took its upper half into her muzzle. “But just so you know, I don’t generally drop to my knees and go down on a mythological creature I just met…” she told him even as she continued to do just that, driving his excitement ever-higher while bringing his climax ever-closer.

“And I do not generally offer myself to two-legged alien eaglesses I meet by chance over a simple aroma in the air!” he rejoined, his head thrown back and eyes closed to savor the sensations; his tongue licking out into the air repeatedly. “And yet, here we now are…” he marveled anew. I know not how I earned this wondrous honor, but thank you, revered Ancestors! he called out mentally even as he sensed he wasn’t going to last much longer.

In fact, when he opened his eyes to see her worshiping his essence anew, knelt before him and orally pleasuring him with tongue and talon alike, the sight alone sent him over the edge. “And here I now… come!” he warned her as he felt the sudden buildup of tension inside his body, like a storm gathering itself before breaking in all its fury to release its laden liquid onto the thirsty ground below.

Despite all his considerable will and self-control, he couldn’t quite keep himself from laying a set of talons on the back of her head and holding her to him as he erupted into her muzzle, causing her to give a startled, griffon-like squawk. But she did not resist as she eagerly drank it all down, swallowing his sacred seed just as fast as he could produce it. And produce he did, in great quantities; his two furred factories charged with two weeks worth of unrelieved seed as they were, in addition to the uncontrollable arousal he had felt in just the past ten minutes.

He rode her beakless muzzle all the way through his orgasm, the power of his thrusts only tempered by his upright stance, which he still found himself on the verge of losing. But he kept his other set of talons hooked hard into the ceiling above him, splintering it in places—he might owe the Innkeeper some minor wood repairs after this, but he didn’t care—not wanting to fall over top of her. In the end, he kept his balance until his body and organ began to slacken, his spear finally slipping from her muzzle, though it left a long string of glistening fluid connecting her lips to its tip.

His energy momentarily spent, he was just able to control his collapse to the ground by falling backwards onto his haunches instead of forward as she likewise stumbled back from him, licking at the odd glob that had collected on her fingers and rosy cheeks. “Whoa…” she said. “That was a lot! How’d I do?”

In response, he could only stare at her in wonder as he sat back on his haunches, his tiercel spear improbably stiffening quickly again despite the massive release. “You are a treasure, my dear human eagless!” he promised her. “Such an erotic act, and such exquisite technique! You should be in the Hall of Heroes for that feat alone!”

“Thanks. But it helps that I had such a good teacher,” she replied, standing up on her knees to hug his head. “Who knew exactly what I was feeling. Who knew exactly what to say and do!” She began to fondle his wings and flight muscles again, running her hands through them repeatedly. He responded quickly, the former stiffening as the latter quivered, driving his excitement higher again.

“And now, let me give you a lesson in return: The first thing you need to learn about us is that oral sex is a very big thing with humans, both giving and receiving,” she told him as she began to rain kisses on his face, even daring to press her soft muzzle against his beak to request entry with her tongue. He granted it eagerly, letting her explore the inside of his maw. “For us, it’s considered a natural part of the progression from simple foreplay to full-out sex. Not having beaks, we can be really good at it… with some practice.”

“So I am learning...” He returned her kisses with a series of nips and tongue caresses, reaching up to gently cup her back to him as she reached between his legs to feel his organ engorging again, sending another shiver of pleasure down his spine. “Then as we have both climaxed orally, I consider this cultural exchange a success!”

“Then let my lessons in griffon lovemaking continue, and—” She suddenly looked up and stiffened, her hands stilling against his body.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her in sudden concern.

“We’re being watched…” she warned him, staring up at the skylight behind and above him.

He turned back to see at least six sets of hungry eagle eyes glowing in the outside darkness, staring back at them.