Feathered Hearts - Eros

“Then let my lessons in griffon lovemaking continue, and—” Tara suddenly looked up and stiffened, her hands stilling against Giraldi’s body.

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

“We’re being watched…” she explained, her hands having frozen in mid-caress, staring up at the skylight behind and above him.

He turned back to see at least six sets of hungry avian eyes glowing in the outside darkness with the reflected light of the low firegems inside, staring back at them. “So we are.” He considered reaching up to the wall for the opacity control on the skylight, or otherwise ordering them away. But she didn’t seem disturbed enough to do so herself, so why should he? “It would seem we put on quite the show for them.”

“We did, didn’t we?” she realized in a husky tone, still staring up at their observers but making no move to shut out their view herself, though she did glance at the wall control at least once. “And it looks like they really liked what they saw,” she squinted up through the transparent surface.

It was hard to see even for him given the relative light levels, but Giraldi could just pick out the telltale signs of glistening eagless nests and tiercel erections from the hovering griffons; there were even a few sets of talons inserted into the former or wrapped around the latter, not always those of their owners!

“And can you blame them?” he asked her, though he was surprised—not many griffons had a voyeuristic streak, as peeping into private affairs was considered dishonorable. Yet, they now had an audience of at least eight that he could see, all openly aroused in public.

That, too, was frowned upon in griffon society, yet here they now were, having seemingly fallen under the same spell he had, leaving part of him wondering if what had happened to them was somehow catching. “For witnessing the feminine form and sensual skill of such an exotic eagless? How could they not be affected?” he asked as he began gently nipping at her neck anew.

She moaned at his words and efforts, clutching his head closer. “Are you always this flattering to your females?”

“Only to those I find desirable,” he assured her as he sat back to gently grasp her upper back with his foretalons, delighting in the deliciously heady feeling of having his talons on her gloriously soft shoulders, taking care to not dig the sharp tips in. “Like all griffons worth the name, I do not offer compliments that are unearned, Tara Fields. And the same holds true for our onlookers—that they are there means they flatter you with their very presence. To say nothing of their excitement,” he noted truthfully.

“Excitement…?” she echoed uncertainly, leaving him guessing her inferior night vision left her unable to see much more than a series of dark shapes outside and an occasional suggestive motion.

“See for yourself!” He reached up to the wall and made a waving motion at the light switch. The room’s firegems instantly increased their intensity to light the area around the skylight, allowing the pair to see the assembled figures more clearly.

Their audience came into much better illumination, with their pupils instantly shrinking in response to the greater inside light, revealing their multicolored eyes and varied plumage. Most had perched on the roof surrounding the skylight, their aroused wings leaving them unable to fly as they licked their beaks and their wide eyes hungrily devoured the scene inside.

He could see talons pointing and beaks moving in excited speech, but with the skylight soundproofing spell active even if the opacity one was not, they couldn’t hear what was being said.

“Oh, my. Look at them…” she said giddily, her eyes flitting from tiercel to tiercel, sizing up each of the eager avian erections she saw. “I see your size is shared! Why was I worried you were too small, again?”

“And I see my interest in you is shared,” he rejoined as he stared back over his shoulder, then stood up and slowly sidled around her, arching himself against her bare lower body while making sure to keep himself in contact with her lusciously long legs the whole time.

“And only because you had no information or experience to tell you otherwise. Now, you do.” he reminded her as he reared up again, this time behind her, pressing his larger form into her as he placed his talons on her shoulders again, letting her feel the girth and glory of his renewed erection between her creamy thighs.

“And I can’t tell you how grateful I am…” She immediately squeezed his hardness between her legs, pressing it up against her opening, which he could feel the intense warmth and wetness of as she pushed back against him. “But I think they’re grateful, too.” She nodded up again, then pointed at one of the outside griffons and motioned him closer, indicating with a gesture towards his organ that she wanted to see his full stature. The green-armored griffon immediately obliged her, pressing his erection as close to the window as he could as the crowd visibly cheered her favor to him.

“And why shouldn’t they be?” he asked rhetorically—by the crows, that Paladin tiercel is even bigger than Fortrakt! he noted in some envy. “It is not often a griffon gets to see such a superbly sensual display. So tell me, my exotic and erotic eagless, shall we give them another one?” he suggested as he pushed his hips forward slightly, pressing the top of his organ into the entrance to her nest, marveling mildly that he could keep his balance while trying to mate in an upright manner.

It was also a marvel to him that despite her smaller size, she was able to easily support his weight and keep them both bipedal as he leaned on her from behind and braced himself with his talons on her smooth shoulders.

“Another display? But they’re watching us…” she reminded him, squirming in his grasp as she continued to stare up towards the ceiling skylight.

“Let them,” he replied with a very feline purr as he began to rain nips and kisses down her smooth and beautiful neck, making sure the tip of his beak was keenly felt without actually breaking her soft and sensuous skin. “Let all griffons see your beauty. Your passion. Your sensuality. Let all griffons see that I am the first tiercel to know the body and touch of such an exquisite human eagless…. and then let them envy us both.”

She moaned at his words and leaned back against him harder, her hips perfectly even with his despite the shorter relative length of his legs compared to his torso. “Y-you’re making me so hot…”

Though he had never heard that term for sexual arousal before outside of the odd adolescent dragon he had encountered on his travels, he recognized the meaning behind it easily enough. “And I am hot for you…” he replied in the same vein as his eyes wandered downward, settling on her still half-hidden breasts.

“Your next lesson in griffon culture is that being as open as we are with our affections, griffons do not hide their passions... or our plumage. We take great pride in our physiques and physical features, which we take equally great pains to hone. And to that end…” he gently hooked the underside of her shirt and equally strange undergarment with his talons and began to pull them up over her head.

He heard her take a ragged breath, but she did not resist his efforts, raising her arms over his head to allow him to remove the garment fully, shortly baring her chest-mounted teats for both he and their eager onlookers to see.

His eyes went wide as they were initially pulled up along with her shirt, the fabric catching briefly on her taut teats before giving way and bouncing free, her breasts making a series of enticing and surprisingly circular wobbles on her chest before settling slowly back into equilibrium. Her femininity now fully bared, he saw that her teats projected upward and outward from a darker and slightly bumpier area of flesh that sat atop her pleasingly plump and fleshy mammary mounds.

“Remarkable structures…” he admitted with a lick of his beak as he tossed her garments aside, devouring her human features hungrily with his eyes as the outside griffons pressed closer to the windows, trying to get a closer look. “Clearly designed to catch the eye!”

“It caught theirs too…” she said to him shakily, her gaze fixed on the many griffon eyes she saw glowing brightly in the darkness through the skylight. “Do you... like them?”

He answered by bringing his talons down to close for the first time on her bare breasts, a lustful trill escaping from deep in his throat. To his surprise, he found they were perfectly sized to her; his talons were able to grasp the full form of her mammaries while their tips reached nearly to the edges of their circular structures, which he took care not to prick.

“Very much, and it would seem I’m not the only one,” he noted with his own glance up, making a show of kneading her flesh before them. “If you truly wish to walk among us as a griffon, then such impressive feminine attributes should not be hidden… though I will grant that doing so does give you a certain enigma and allure,” he said as he began to squeeze them gently, amazed at their texture. They were somehow both soft and firm, their feel feeding his already sky-high desires further and leaving his eager erection drooling a fresh puddle of pleasure at her still-sandaled feet.

“And then there’s this…” Giraldi pulled back from her just slightly to tap the back of her shoulder with his beak, where, he had earlier noted upon removing her top, sat a rather ornate flower. “You know, many griffons under my command have been wondering about these rather elaborate markings we have seen on the skin of some of your soldiers, and I see you have one too. The most popular explanation is that they’re some form of human cutie mark?” he wondered aloud.

She laughed. “Fortrakt thought that too. Sorry to disappoint you, but they’re called tattoos, and they’re just a form of body art we have. They’re created by inks injected under the skin by specially trained artists, and they can get very large and elaborate. To say nothing of very expensive,” she explained somewhat ruefully. “Even that one cost me half a month’s pay, and two painful hours in a chair.”

“Remarkable…” He tested the area by licking at it with his tongue, finding there was no difference in feel or taste between it and the surrounding area—if he couldn’t see it, he wouldn’t even know it was there!

“Then there is at least one notable advantage to having smooth skin! I know that many griffons would not be averse to the idea of pony-like cutie marks… especially if we, like you, were able to choose what that mark would be!” Giraldi suddenly found himself fantasizing about what mark he might like to have emblazoned on his hip, if human artists could grant it. “I do believe, Tara Fields, that both you and your skin art artisans might yet find a place here.”

“So now we need to set up both fried chicken franchises… and tattoo parlors,” she noted with a giggle, offering him up an ear as he raised his head back up.

He began nibbling at it eagerly with his beak, slipping his tongue inside its surfaces and finding quickly that she liked his ministrations as she took a ragged breath and a shiver passed through her upright form. “Indeed. And consider that yet another reason you should not hide your exotic body from griffon gazes.”

“Thanks, but we don’t usually walk around naked… except maybe on some beaches in Europe,” she reminisced breathlessly, leaving him wondering where this ‘Europe’ was, and if he could control his arousal in the presence of so many exotic and alluring females with such unique attributes.

If they are all built like her, it would be VERY hard not to be distracted! But perhaps they would be equally enamored of my exotic organ? he thought hopefully. Perhaps like her, they would all want to be with me! Perhaps I could even have a human HAREM! The unworthy thought crossed his mind—gryphons had not practiced such things in a very long time. Though I suppose Clauda might object…

“The problem is, our skin’s a bit too fragile to not wear clothes. Without fur, we’re vulnerable to cold weather and our skin is easily scratched. If that’s the reaction I get, it would certainly be tempting, though!” She clutched his talons to her breasts, urging more squeezing and kneading from them.

“I see…” He immediately obliged her. “I admit that such fragility would normally not be attractive to griffons, and yet, the very fact that you stand here before me suggests such fragility is—if you’ll excuse the term—merely skin deep. No race such as yours could survive without compensating well for such weaknesses, turning them into your strengths.”

“You have no idea—” she gave a slightly nervous but still breathless laugh. “—just how we’ve compensated.”

“Nor do I need to right now,” he assured her with a fresh nip of an ear. “All I wish is to see to your pleasure and to help you find your proper place in our society. Believe me when I say I am now convinced you will fit in as easily as your teats fit my talons.”

She moaned again, pushing them forward into his grasp. “You figured them out quick. I don’t imagine most griffons are familiar with them, though…”

“Then you’d be surprised, Tara Fields. For example…” he pinched both her nipples between the knuckles of two of his talons exactly as he did to those of his wife, tugging on them slightly and was rewarded with a series of startled gasps. “Or if you prefer…” he extended and bent two of his longer talons to place their sharp tips directly on the tips of her teats, using just enough pressure that she could keenly feel them without being hurt.

He was rewarded when her entire body trembled and she pushed her chest upward yet again into his efforts. “For your females not having boobs, you do that very well…” she somewhat breathlessly admitted.

“For which you may thank my wife,” he told her, immensely gratified by her reaction. “She likes teatplay as well.”

Her eyes snapped open and she froze in his grasp. “You’re... married?”

He smiled at her alarm. “For over twenty years, to an outstanding eagless named Stricta Cauda who has put up with my occasional long absences and the dalliances they provoke, all the while bearing me three litters of cubs,” he confirmed.

“But… isn’t this betraying her? Am I dishonoring you?” she suddenly worried even as he felt her reach back to cup his sac, rolling his twin factories between her soft but wonderfully nimble talons.

“Not at all,” he chuckled, giving her another playful nip as he pushed his most sacred seed producers and source of his masculinity into her pleasuring paw. “It’s honorable of you to worry, though.” So humans tend to be monogamous and loyal to a single partner? he instantly guessed from her statement. Is that the reason she felt so torn over me and Fortrakt?

“Then… you have multiple partners?” she asked him in confirmation of his thought. “It’s okay to here?”

“If you are unbonded? Absolutely. And even if you are Uxorem, that is between you and your mate,” he explained patiently. “In our case, my military career means I am away from Arnau for long periods of time, and it would simply not be fair to either of us to limit ourselves to each other.

“So I am free to seek other partners, though my Uxor does insist that they prove themselves worthy through a properly fought mating round—if she gets angry at me for anything over being with you, it would be for that. She, on the other wing, limits herself to eaglesses while I am away, as she wishes me to be her only male.”

“So eaglessess do mate…” Tara realized, gaining an odd smile.

“Of course they do. Simply look through the skylight for proof,” Giraldi pointed out wryly, causing her to look up and gape anew at the sight of two eaglesses making out passionately in midair; their talons pressed between each other’s legs. “As we do not have skewed gender ratios, they do not do so to the extent that pony mares do and you rarely see such an open display of it. Consider it but another compliment to how wonderfully arousing they—and I!—find your body, Tara Fields.”

“Just my body?” she challenged him. “Not that I mind…”

“Hardly,” he chuckled, beginning to thrust himself lightly between her legs, delighting in the feeling of her smooth skin against the surface of his supremely sensitive spear. “When a tiercel gets as mature as me, we tend to care less about outward appearances than what lies within. And you have amply proven to not just me, but all of us that you have the honor and attitude of a griffon.

“That you are already a proper eagless in all but name,” he trilled the words softly into her ear, noting from her bird-like coo that human females were just as appreciative of fervently-meant flattery as griffon ones. “And that is what I will tell my Uxor when she complains I did not test you properly. That you already passed your test—not of my own, but of that of the entire Kingdom.”

“Wow… never thought I’d be rewarded by an entire race just for decking Dana…” she said in some wonder.

“It is not simply for fighting. But for acting as any proud and honorable griffon would in defending your name and your friends. For then openly preferring our Kingdom and culture, and stating your desire to remain within it,” he detailed as he continued to happily knead her flesh. He switched up his efforts occasionally between squeezes, teat pinches and even an occasional set of talons trailing down her belly and over her hip to let her know he loved every inch of her exotic form.

“By doing so, you honored not just yourself, but all of us. And upon reflection, I believe that is why I find myself here with you now. An Ancestor-sent reward for both of us. Your teacher in the griffon ways of love.”

“Teacher…” she repeated with a giggle. “I can’t remember any of my college professors ever being this fun. But are you sure your wife won’t be mad? I don’t want us to stop, but I also don’t want to cause trouble between you.”

As she spoke, she reached back to grasp him by his furred flanks, squeezing them to feel the powerful sinew they contained as she pulled him closer to her. She began to knead his spear between her upper thighs again, producing a fresh series of slick stroking sounds that felt as good to his ears as her well-lubed thighs and eagless slit felt to his very happy organ, threatening to make him erupt a second time.

“It is honorable for you to think of her—and me. But worry not, for she knows I have always come back to her. And take no offense when I say I will not fail to here, either… no matter how exotic and alluring I find you. No matter how much I enjoy the feel of your beak and body. Not even if I cannot get enough of you...” He ran his talons up and down her torso again before settling softly on her human breasts again.

“Or these.” He marveled anew at their fleshy feel, and how she reacted to his squeezing and kneadng of their mass. “Be assured, that once their purpose is understood, these will be very popular with tiercels. And likely a few eaglesses, if only out of envy for the attention they gain you.”

“Eaglesses…” She gave another shiver at the statement. “I love that name for your women.”

“Women,” he repeated the surprising word. “So is that the proper term for your race’s females? We griffons are very big on proper form of address. Is that what you wish to be called?” he asked her even as he did not relent his efforts, pinching her left teat again even as his right talons began to trail slowly down her belly, finding her navel.

“Actually…” she said breathlessly while resuming her fondling of his furred sack. “Women is the plural term. Woman is singular,” she impressed him when she came up with enough focus to answer despite the distractions of his touch and their continuing audience, who had now gathered as close to the skylight as they could. “I’m properly a woman, but… k-keep calling me an eagless. It really turns me on…”

“Then you do wish to be one of us,” he said approvingly as he watched the scene through the skylight with her; it appeared that at least two tiercels were trying to duplicate his actions with her teats on those of an upright eagless, who was held up by two of her female friends, staring down at her belly in amazement as they practiced on her and she absorbed the unfamiliar sensations it generated.

“As you wish, my erotic and exquisite eagless. You may consider this your welcome to our world. But if you will indulge me, I do have one rather urgent request right now,” he told her as he felt his hind legs start to shake from the exertion of remaining upright without the support of his sex-stiffened wings.

“And that is…?” She held her breath, no doubt awaiting him to ask for some new erotic act.

Though he hated to disappoint her, or their audience above—there was yet so much he wanted to try with her!—he realized that on at least one minor matter, he was already nearing the end of his considerable stamina. “That I be allowed back on all fours,” he told her somewhat ruefully. “As enjoyable as it is to stand behind you and be able to caress your wonderous form with my foretalons, I’m afraid this is not a natural stance for me. My legs grow tired, and my rigid wings being unable to lift or balance me means I cannot stay upright much longer.”

“Oh!” she exclaimed, then giggled. “How inconsiderate of me. Very well, First Spear—then how about I give you the next lesson, this time in human sex?” She turned to him and stretched her neck up to kiss his beak, reaching up to cup it with her soft digits to pull it to her muzzle. Their tongues touched for just a moment as he noticed an almost-predatory gleam in her smaller eyes, leaving his senses swimming in her scent and taste before she stepped back and helped ease his larger form down to his haunches.

He waited for her to step back so he could rise to all fours again, but to his surprise, she then gently but insistently pushed him onto his back, leaving him staring at her in confusion even as his tiercel spear stood up stiffly and proudly between his legs, glistening with her juices.

After he was fully down on the floor, she lounged out beside him, taking a minute to study him and run her hands through his chest feathers and belly fur repeatedly. She even took some pains to fondle his flight muscles again, watching with keen interest and no little gratification as his wings stiffened further to the point that they arched his body slightly upwards, elevating his upper back off the ground.

“So tell me, First Spear… am I wrong to guess that griffon males mount your females like ponies—from the back while the female is beneath them?”

“Of course we do,” he told her, enjoying the attention even as he remained somewhat befuddled at not just her actions, but his own response—how had this human female, who was physically far weaker than he, put him on his back in such a submissive position without so much as a single slash or demonstration of strength? “How else is there?”

“You might be surprised,” she told him coyly as the odd gleam in her eyes got more pronounced. She then proceeded to grasp his organ anew in her soft talons and begin stroking it slowly, squeezing out more of his seed to join her own sensual fluids already covering him, which she spread further on its surface with a series of deliciously wet shlicking sounds. “Tell me, First Spear... do you wish to take me? Or as you term it, rut me?”

A sudden intake of breath and single upwards thrust of his hips gave the undeniable answer. “I might…” he admitted somewhat mildly, amazed he could keep his voice level and not immediately roll over to mount her. Yet somehow, her very presence and the endlessly pleasuring talons on his impressive erection kept him in place as surely as if he was held down by manacles, leaving him helplessly awaiting her next move. “Please take no offense when I say my spear has wished to pierce your nest since the moment I set eyes on you.”

“Then it can have me,” she promised, causing his heart to leap as she reached down with her head to lay a line of kisses down his belly, ending with a lick of the juices off his tapered tip that left him arching his spine and giving a low sound that was half-trill, half-growl. “But with apologies, not in my ‘nest’, as you like to call it.

“The reason is that I want to save it for Fortrakt. It's something I can reward him with by giving him its first time with a griffon,” she told him apologetically. “For standing up for me so forcefully and being such a sweet cub, you’ll understand that he earned it earlier today,” she explained even as she continued to orally pleasure him again, leaving him struggling not to explode all over her face before he could have her properly.

“I see…” he said despite his disappointment, his organ tingling and throbbing fiercely in the embrace of her human hand and muzzle. “So you seek to honor him by saving your sacred nest for him? Agony though it is, I can accept that. But if I am still to rut you, then how shall I…” his voice trailed off as she suddenly climbed on top of him, moving to straddle him over his belly.

“Like this,” she announced as she lifted herself slightly off him and then backed her hindquarters into his organ fully, which she reached back to position against her. “Here’s your next lesson in human lovemaking, First Spear—we can mate as you do, but we prefer to have sex like this—belly to belly, so we can see each other’s faces. See the wonder and joy on them, just as I see on yours now!

“And yes, sometimes we women even like to take a dominant position with our males,” she said with a toothy grin. “It’s one way we can control them, even though they’re generally stronger than us. So just lay there and enjoy yourself as I give you the ride of your life!” she announced grandly as she then placed his spear's slickened tip against…

The entrance to her other orifice!

His beak fell open in shock as he realized what she was doing, offering him not only her very tail—something he was fully familiar with, given his wife sometimes liked it, especially after his spear was already well-slickened from grinding against the entrance to her nest—but taking him while facing him…

From above…

As he lay upon his back!

Words failed him in that moment at the utterly unheard of but incredibly erotic act; for a moment, he felt on the verge of fainting as a series of mental barriers he’d never once thought of disturbing came crashing down within his overheating mind, opening him to an extraordinary array of new sensual possibilities. He barely had time to consider them as he keenly felt his organ start to find its way through the pucker of her hot and waiting opening; he suddenly had to dig his claws into the floor right through the carpet to try to prevent himself from coming before she had fully engulfed him.

“By my Ancestors…” was all he could manage as his body began to tremble at the realization of her intentions and the sensation of his spear sinking deeper into her, slowly working its way in. “You… are… a goddess!” he proclaimed to the Griffon Gods of old themselves, sparing a glance upwards through the ceiling skylight.

He could see the equally shocked faces on the now-frantically self-pleasuring outside gryphons; as he watched, a larger earth griffon tiercel with tiger stripes and a smaller sky gryphon eagless shared a furtive glance before the latter suddenly grabbed and flung the other on his back, and then proceeded to lower herself on the surprised but unresisting male in the exact same manner as Tara!

“You’re welcome,” she said huskily as she finally settled in fully, pausing for a moment to get used to his intrusion before beginning to piston her hips up and down on it slowly. “I can’t see our audience, but I hope they’re getting an eyeful, too!” she said as she started to pick up the pace of her hip movement, beginning to drive even the multi-lobed bulb at the base of his organ deeper into her as she arched her back and reached up with a hand to pleasure her own mammaries.

“I… they…” Giraldi’s mind felt all but ready to melt as he simply could not process all the gryphon mating culture taboos that she was not just breaking, but shattering! And a second glance outside showed he was far from the only one—at least one tiercel erupted hard at the utterly inconceivable mating position of him and Tara right into a waiting eagless muzzle, who had been somewhat gingerly trying to orally pleasure him.

Full blown rutting shortly broke out among the remaining griffons too; when two tiercels found themselves without an eagless, they exchanged a nervous look before they couldn’t stand it any longer, grappled briefly on the roof to establish dominance, with the winner taking the loser up his tail... and on his back!

How is any of this happening? How did I get so lucky? What Ancestors did I please to earn this wondrous eagless? He asked again, receiving no answer except for the exquisite feel of her hot and deliciously tight walls wrapped around his swollen spear, stroking and squeezing it repeatedly.

He wanted desperately to reach up to her and grasp her by the hips to piston her harder, or at least grope again the large mammaries he saw bouncing enticingly before him, but he retained just enough cognizance to recognize that he might grab her too hard and hurt her in his lust for her.

And thus, in the end, he kept his talons clenched hard on the rug he lay on, threatening to rip the carpet up beneath him. And in the end, none of it was necessary as the mere sight of her above him and the knowledge of the act they were performing quickly pushed him over the edge again, just as Tara began riding him as hard as she could, endlessly calling to him.

He felt her insides tighten down hard on him as his spine likewise arched itself backwards against the floor and his own stiffened wings, seeking enough leverage for one mighty thrust of his supremely happy spear. He delivered it just as she gave one final downward motion, sinking him to the hilt as she sang her pleasure again, tweaking her teats hard with her own talons as her hot and needy body clamped down to squeeze and stimulate every single griffon inch of him.

“Oh...” she moaned, leaving Giraldi feeling every motion of her hips as she worked her rear back and forth against the swelling of his bulb embedded deep within her, squeezing it with her exquisite sphincter to urge every last drop of his seed free, seeking it for herself—she had clearly learned its purpose quickly and was now using his spear structure to her advantage!

The rapture of the act felt clear into his contracting sac, his loins obliged her by delivering every drop his factories held; he could feel the fertile fluids flowing and shortly surging into her waiting tail, claiming her as his first human eagless with his essence from within.

“Ancestors above!” Giraldi had never felt an orgasm so intense; not even when she had orally pleasured him mere minutes before. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he grabbed her by the hips and held her down on his erupting spear until it had expelled every last bit of his sacred seed. Her sex even squirted onto his belly and chest as she rode him through her own intense orgasm, calling to her gods and even repeating the curious human curseword over and over again.

He didn’t know how much essence he had expelled, but it felt like an enormous amount; one he was only sorry would not be staying within her very nest, where his mating-fevered and awash-with-desire mind thought, it might fertilize her properly! But even so, how could he complain, being honored with her very tight and titillating tail?

It was nearly a full minute before the wave of pure pleasure that had broken over him receded fully, leaving him—and her—spent, with Tara nearly collapsing on top of him, having to prop herself with her arms. She made no attempt to move away, or even allow his still-slightly pulsing organ to slip free of her, wanting to savor it inside her for as long as she could before it finally softened.

But she did snuggle up to him and bury her head in his chest feathers, to which he gently rested a set of talons on the back of her blonde-maned head.

She did not speak, and neither did he in that moment, lost in their mutual afterglow. For what was there to say? He knew in his still-slowing heart that not just two beings, but two entirely different worlds had bonded in that moment.

He also knew that in that same moment, for both himself and those equally spent griffons on the other side of the skylight who had witnessed their lovemaking from above, nothing would ever be the same sensually.

Will anything EVER equal what pleasure this exquisite human eagless brought me? he wondered to himself, but then smiled, deciding then and there that even if he could never enjoy an eagless as much as this one ever again, he could at least one day die and then rise to Valhalla a very happy griffon.

Rise to take his place among his Ancestors knowing he had been both blessed and honored by them by sending him to her that night.

* * * * *

It was another minute before Tara stirred more fully against him and his organ slipped out of her fully, slowly retracting into its sheath. He would need to clean himself later, but he didn’t care just then, wanting only to stay in her wondrous company for as long as possible.

“Mmmm… that felt so good…” she told him with a fresh coo-like sound that made his heart melt anew. “Was it good for you, too?”

He could only stare at her in mingled amazement and disbelief. “You need even ask?” He ran his talons through the long strands of her hair. “After the way you took me? By all my Ancestors, I never knew I could be so thoroughly and enjoyably dominated by a female, let alone without fighting and losing a mating round!”

“You’re welcome, First Spear. As you can see, we human eaglesses aren’t shy in the least about being on top, and we’re very good at it,” she sat back up over him for emphasis, giving him a good look at her smooth but sweaty feminine curves.

“So I have learned. For what you have now taught me, I do not think sex will ever be the same for me now! So tell me—do you still fear being with a griffon?” He asked with a wry but wondrous look.

“You need even ask?” she rejoined in the exact same tone, pressing her breasts into his chest in a minor act of human intimacy he now knew how to appreciate fully. “Definitely not with such a strong and experienced one! Though I do think I need to clean up before I go back outside...”

“As do I,” he chuckled. “I think it would be best that I do so before not just my Uxor but every griffon outside knows from scent alone what happened—if they do not already, thanks to our audience.” He nodded upwards where a few figures remained watching, though they all seemed to be coming down off orgasmic highs.

The two Paladins present, who had clearly just rutted from their flushed cheeks and the tiercel’s softening but-still drooling spear, caught his eye as the green-armored pair came to attention and saluted him.

He returned the honor, but then reached up with a wing to wave it upwards over the wall crystal to turn the barrier opaque, shutting out their view. “Thanks. For as much as they seem to have enjoyed the show, we should charge them for access next time. Shall we shower?” Tara asked him.

“It would be for the best,” he agreed. “But let me go first. I must report back to my post… and possibly face punishment for leaving it, no matter the reasons.”

“Oh! Well, uh… I don’t want you to get in trouble over me, so I’ll just ask Gilda to order you to stay! I mean, she can, right? Thanks to that ‘diplomatic command chain’ of hers?” she suggested eagerly. “You can stay the night with me and my friends!

"But, uh, only if you want to?” she quickly added in a tone that suggested to him that she very much wanted him to. “I mean, considering I’m still horny as hell, I wouldn’t mind another round with you later…” she suggested meaningfully, trailing a soft talon down his belly until it found his sheath.

“She can indeed,” Giraldi closed his eyes and smiled, feeling his sated organ already start to swell anew. “Excellent thinking, my eager and intelligent eagless! I will be more than honored to spend this night in the company of you and your friends. But still, such arrangements should be done quickly, as the longer I am away, the more issues there might be. So let me clean up first before I go out to convey your wishes. Do understand, I do not want Fortrakt immediately issuing a challenge because he smells your scent on me.”

“And I don’t want anyone fighting over me,” she agreed. “He’ll get his chance at me later—thanks in large measure to you!” She kissed him again. “Thank you, First Spear. And know that I’m no longer afraid. Of any of this.”

“Then my mission in coming here is complete,” he rumbled happily, running his talons through her long mane locks once more. “And our Ancestors, I hope, are pleased…”

“I know I am!” She giggled. “One question, though, and I'm sorry if it’s coming a little late—what’s your full name? I mean, it feels funny just calling you by your rank or surname after all this.”

He smiled again. “First Spear Galen Giraldi of the Griffon Kingdom’s Auxiliary Guard at your service, milady.” He bared his throat at her in deference and greeting.

“Galen…” she repeated as she ran her hands through his fur and flight muscles again. “Such a nice name for my first griffon lover. May I call you that?”

“You may during such intimate affairs,” he promised her. “And may my Uxor forgive me, but I hope there will be many more such affairs to come…”