First Time with a Gryphon: Between

"Yes... Oh, fuck, yes..."

She swore, cursing fluently, her travels as an adventurer having given her quite a colourful vocabulary. As sweet as Ulrica was, no one would have denied just how fluently she could swear like sailors of olden times, moaning and grunting, letting her need take her body. It didn't matter that she was out there in the open for there was nothing and no one there that could hurt her, her cries rising more and more as she rocked her hips, humping and growling at thin air while her fingers rammed into her pussy. Her thumb even coyly slipped into the musky pucker of the hole tucked up under her tail, although that was mostly a pleasure that she had not yet explored, as explosive as penetration there, however slender, could make her orgasms.

Groaning, Nalu hunkered down in the bushes, panting heavily, although the gryphoness needn't have worried that the sable marten would hear her. Ulrica was far too caught up in her lust and pleasure to care about any rustling in the bushes, the gryphon flattening her stomach down to the ground as much as possible, trapping the smooth, pink flesh of her cock between the grass and her fur, the most stimulation she could get. She sucked in what she could greedily through her nares, the little curves of what mammals called nostrils in her beak, eyes half-lidded and shimmering, need rising. There was nothing, nothing at all, that could have held Nalu back right then and there as the marten howled out through her orgasm, bucking and grinding her hips madly, a creature possessed.

If she was possessed, it was but the spirit of lust that had crept into her soul, Ulrica moaning more and more loudly, louder even than she ever had before. Nothing she did could bring her body back under her control, her black and white hair a tousled mess around her face as she flipped onto her back, shoulders braced against the ground and hips rising into a bridge. The lewd, wet slap of her fingers driving into her pussy filled the air, though that noise was only overcome by a throaty grunt as she swept her thumb tantalisingly across her clit at the same time.

And then everything changed, irrevocably, forever. Nalu stepped from the bushes, a darker slice of darkness taking shape in the dead of the night, for there were no stars to light the way beneath the pine trees. All there was to give them light was the smouldering embers of Ulrica's fire, the sable marten snarling and rolling onto her knees with all the energy and strength she had left in her body, though her inner thighs were, very clearly, still a thick mess of arousal.

For a moment, all she could do was stare at the feral gryphon - a feral! They didn't have ferals like that back where she came from but the gryphoness seemed oddly familiar to her, the shape of such a beak appearing to have been drawn from something and someone that she saw daily. But who could that be? Could she even trust her thoughts? It was harder than ever to think straight as Nalu stepped closer, her pink tongue flicking out to lash along the side of her beak, eyes glittering even in the darkness with her mane lusciously clinging to her neck in a seductive tangle.

Nalu didn't have to say anything, a smirk in her eyes while her beak could not form the shape of the expression, bracing her legs and releasing more and more of her scent, her tail raised to show off her balls and the slit of her pussy. If Ulrica may have had any questions about the two genders that she boldly commanded for herself, they were swept away by such a view but the marten was helpless to do anything but let her paws creep straight back between her thighs. It was quite as if they were drawn there by a magnet, two opposing forces attracting one another powerfully, unable to resist one another in a truly equal fashion.

"I think I can help you...with that need," Nalu hissed, rasping out her words in what she had intended to be a purr. "So needy... So hot... Do you care not to shed that fur coat of yours?"

Of course, her manner of courtship was lost on Ulrica, though the marten still moaned, bucking her hips and squirting through yet another orgasm. She had to have something, had to get that itch within her scratched, licking her lips and even flicking her nose up over her lightly damp nose so that she could better take in the scents, understanding them more. It was too late to take her time and sift through the so very many aromas offered to her wriggling nostrils, however, the tightening grip of need deep within her belly hardly dissuaded by one measly orgasm.

No... She thought dimly. She needed something more than that, the gryphon's musk, for she could recognise that at least, forcing her into heat. She needed it, a rampant rod of breeding flesh hanging tantalisingly beneath Nalu's stomach, though she did not, as yet, know the name of the gryphon that was both gryphon drake and gryphon hen. Ulrica nipped at her lip, drawing a bead of blood, though the stringently metallic taste was lost in a wave of saliva, licking her lips over and over again as she drooled for all that the hermaphroditic gryphoness had to offer her.

Nalu was not yet done, however, spreading her legs for Ulrica, the marten hypnotised, crawling closer, hardly aware of what she was doing. Pumping and rocking her hindquarters, Nalu groaned deep in the back of her throat, begging the marten to do all she could, that tiny, sweet muzzle teasing closer and closer, promising so much if only she would put that tongue to use.

"Little one..." She crooned, though Nalu was more breathless than she would have liked to admit, head spinning faintly. "Why don't you have a taste?"

Ulrica nodded, her body moving without the open thought and consent of her mind, though that hardly seemed to matter anymore. All she saw was the gryphoness' pussy and balls hanging down, her cock before them, folds puckering and pushing out in a twitch and a wink as she moaned and released a hot stream of urine. It was more alluring than it had any right to be, although Ulrica would not have said that she had any inclination to watersports, merely the scent of it exciting her, making her pussy clench down as if her body simply could not resist the lure of being filled and pleased with such delight laid right out before her for the taking.

"Ohhh..."

It was a moan, just a moan, but the moment that rich stream trickled off she had her muzzle shoved up into the gryphoness' pussy, slurping and licking, though there was still the treat of her balls and cock to come. Ulrica fumbled, as a virgin to that pleasure and act of giving too, though what she lacked in skill she more than made up for in enthusiasm, audibly slurping and lapping as she ran her tongue all the way up over the gryphoness' balls to the slit of her pussy, even daring to tease her tongue inside.

It was hard to say just how much Ulrica was in control of her body at that time and actively consenting but, even if it had been more darkly intended, she could not have found it in herself to care. The larger feral growled and dug her claws into the mossy, peaty forest floor, the edges of her feathers off-set by a crimson glow from the dying embers, everything about her screaming her need. As much as she delved lusciously into the gryphoness' cunny though, she had to have the masculine part of her more, nuzzling down to that heated, thick length that she only wanted shoved deeply up inside her cunny right there and then.

Nalu grunted and hung her head, muscles tense, straining and shaking devoutly in a failed attempt at, just barely, containing her need. Of course, that was not to be, rocking her hips and snarling out loud as that tiny, soft tongue caressed the head of her cock, sending her body into tingles of rapture. She moaned and rolled her hips, though her back could only round so much with her feral anatomy, her hind end strong and hips dipping to tease her cock into that small, hot mouth that she wanted so badly.

Yet Ulrica knew too that there was something that her body craved and she scurried out on shaky paws and knees, tail lifted, barely able to keep it down. Her mind was foggy and she panted heavily, back arched, her backside thrust up. Yes! Why couldn't the gryphon see what she needed? The skunk's thick aroma flooded the air and she edged over Ulrica, the marten squirming and whimpering, begging her incoherently to fuck her, to mount her, to plough her full, even though she did not quite feel that she was able to put words to her sounds of need.

So close, so very close... Nalu chirped and churred softly, a sound that was something like a purr but not quite there, a carnal sound that could only have come from one of her kind. Though she had to get it, get what she needed, the tip of the gryphon's cock teasing up against her pussy-lips, her folds soft and flushed with blood, plump and ready to be bred.

Ulrica tensed. She had not even known that that could happen to one of her species but it did. For the moment that the gryphon's shaft begged for entry, her body reacted in a primitive fashion, openly displaying its need in a heated stream of urine. It splattered down readily as her bladder forced it out - she hadn't even realised that she'd had to relieve herself! - and Ulrica gasped out loud. There was no shame present in relieving herself in such a manner, of course, though the gryphon did draw back slightly with a hiss and fluffing-up of feathers, wings half-mantled over her back.

"I didn't know you were quite like me, Ulrica..."

What that meant and just how the gryphoness knew her name were two things that were beyond Ulrica's comprehension, moaning over and over. But she didn't need to know for how long the gryphon had been stalking her, listening to her talk, hanging on her every word as she tried to find her life out there. Dropping shakily to an elbow, she managed to get the paw of her opposite arm down between her legs, spreading her folds, a little urine trickling over her paw - but she wasn't going to worry about something like that. It was crude and she was ready, panting heavily, her body straining to show its readiness even as she infused the air with her scent too.

Nalu would not have been able to resist her right there and then even if she had not been committed to breeding the marten full of a clutch of eggs. At least, that was what she thought martens laid in her mind, though the fruits of their sexual lust were only to be seen at a later date. The gryphon's cock bore a soft knot at the base that was yet to inflate, waiting to lock them together so that not a single drop of seed would escape, balls churning lightly with need, though that could be fulfilled in only a moment if Nalu dared take it.

And, oh, how she did, keening out her triumph shrilly to all who cared to hear it, spearing her cock deeply up into the marten's pussy, deflowering her well and truly in a single, driving stroke of her cock. It was harder than she expected to stretch out the smaller mammal, Nalu grunting and clawing at the ground as her nares took in all of the pheromones in that thickly laden stream of urine, head spinning in the best of ways.

Never before had she had a partner that did to her what Ulrica did and she hissed like a basilisk as she rammed into her, her feral needs coming above all else in the heat of the moment. Whereas she would not harm the sable marten, she would take what she needed too, snarling and snapping, blind with lust as need overcame her, jabbing and thrusting, forcing the marten to take every last inch of her shaft. Her pussy stretched around the hot length of gryphon-meat, pushing deep, but Nalu still had to drive in forcefully, encouraged on by Ulrica's moans. Of course, she had no true intent to hurt the sable marten and would have stopped if there was a need too, though it would surely have taken a huge effort that even the gryphoness was not quite sure she had in her.

That, however, proved to be unnecessary as Ulrica's moans filled the clearing, eyes half-lidded, seeing only the red glow of the embers, something warm to lock herself into in the moment. It felt as if those embers were searing through her at that very moment, warming her from the inside out, though a cold sweat, the air cooling it instantly, was not the best of things, the under layer of her fur damp where her sweat glands were located, paws curling into the moss. As much as the marten strove to brace herself, each powerful thrust of the gryphon scooted her a little across the clearing, only a couple of inches at a time, though she tried to part her legs even more, display her most intimate of vulnerabilities all for the gryphoness' pleasure.

Hers too? Ulrica's head swam, floating and drifting, pussy clenching down devoutly. Yes, yes... Her pleasure was a given, her first penetration the sweetest that she could ever have imagined, their musky aromas twisting and winding into one another until they became one new scent altogether. Whereas there was a lingering prick of bitter urine in the air, the thick musk and tantalising pheromones were more alluring to both of them, the great, big shuddering breaths that they dragged in sending more and more swirling into their lungs. Ulrica's chest dropped to the forest floor, not caring how her breasts pressed into the muck, groaning deep in the back of her throat as her skin tingled, thrust into orgasm before she was even strictly ready for it.

But she didn't have to be ready to ride out those waves like skirting the rings of a new planet, entering the atmosphere with that bubble and flow of turbulence that always made her stomach leap into her throat. All she had to do was moan and moan, let that cock plough her full, juices slopping messily down her thighs, though how much of that was hers and how much was the gryphon's pre-cum she could not have said. The marten panted heavily, rasping out her pleasure, trying to squeeze down around that shaft but failing utterly with how tightly she was already stretched.

Nalu should have been able to hold out for longer than that but it was the marten's thrusts and the clench of her pussy that did it for her, barely letting Ulrica ride out her high before she rounded her hindquarters and slammed in with ever-greater urgency. On and on - she couldn't stop it! All the gryphon knew was her balls aching to cum, tightening and pulling - and then releasing in a jet of cum that she had not even truly known she had in her.

It flowed freely into the marten's pussy, surely impregnating her. That was one thing with the gryphons, that their genetic make-up was such that they could impregnate a wider range of species. Nalu was simply a little more unique than those that merely had feline hindquarters, her range shifted from the usual creatures that gryphons may have taken up as other species mates or simply sexual partners there. Her skunk tail floated up, releasing even more of her thick aroma, more than enough to send Ulrica into another huffing, moaning orgasm, hips shifting and wriggling back even as Nalu, a little belatedly, tried to squeeze her swollen knot into her.

Alas, she simply could not for she had not driven so deeply as to lock them together before it had swollen and, as far gone as she was, she didn't want to break the little marten either. Thus she was forced to draw back, flanks heaving and wings dragging down to the ground on either side of her body in raw exhaustion, spending the last spurts of her orgasm over Ulrica's back-end, painting her in her cream where it stood out in stark definition against her black fur. Soaking in and trickling down her legs, her cunny strained, gaping, oozing cum, Ulrica's head lifting with her eyes still alight with lust.

"M-more..."

Nalu grunted. She wanted more? A little more with her senses than she had been before climax, she curiously allowed the marten to slip beneath her, lapping and swirling her tongue around the gryphon's cock, exploring the mixed taste of their juices. She must have liked what she tasted as she moaned and even tried to draw that thick length into her mouth, cheeks bulging and lips smeared with cum as she tried to force herself past the natural limits of her body.

The gryphoness shuddered, head rolling back, beak parted. Maybe that kind of deep-throat would come later with a touch of something more to aid the penetration, though Nalu did not need that for her pleasure to be spent. Even then, she lusted for more, her cock remaining hard and throbbing, even jerking with the contraction of her belly-muscles, trying to slap up against her own stomach in evidence of her need.

Yet Ulrica was lost in lust and more, clambering over the gryphon as Nalu lay, obligingly, on her back. The marten's breath came in short, harsh gasps, more like pants, though that wasn't going to stop her from sinking. Instinct took over, knowing what to do even though she was not the most seamless about it, taking a couple of tries to find the right angle as she squatted over the gryphoness. With her musk wound sweetly around her, Ulrica gripped Nalu's shaft and pointed it at her pussy, wriggling her hips until the tip caught and she could let her legs quiver down, trembling, while she controlled her descent, the burn intensifying.

"Ohhh..."

A moan like that had never before come from her lips but Ulrica knew, faintly, that she would cry out like that again and again with Nalu to breed her, to cover her body with her own. She was more in control on top but there was no real question as to which of them was the more dominant party in their equation, Ulrica's cunny strained viciously wide as, even then, sparks of pleasure shot through her, tingling down to the very tips of her fingers. Orgasm after orgasm pounded through her body as she was forced to take it, riding the gryphon's cock as Nalu's hind legs curled up towards her body, offering the smaller marten a little more support in case she did waver backwards off-balance.

Yet Ulrica surprised even Nalu, the gryphon grunting and snapping her beak, straining to contain her lust, though that was more difficult than she could have expected as the marten's pussy swallowed up her cock. The thick length ploughed deep and Ulrica rode her as if her first fuck was her last one, head thrown back and breasts lifted, her back arched beautifully. The tremble in her legs did not seem to bother Ulrica in the slightest as she slammed her hips down, riding Nalu as hard and as fast as her body would let her, hind paws braced into the forest floor for the best leverage she could hope to glean right there and then.

However, what neither of them realised was happening was the transporter and the rescue-retrieval function blinking to life within the cave and Ulrica's rudimentary tent. Whereas she had not managed to fix it as yet, the device was still active in part, sending off their coordinates as someone else took care of business at the other end - someone who was, indeed, a little more skilled with that manner of technology than Ulrica was.

Yet they would not have stopped even if they'd realised what was happening, Nalu crying out as her aching cock tingled on the edge of orgasm. Sensations blurred together as she tried to rock her hips up but was pleasantly forced to remain still on the bottom for fear of knocking Ulrica off and bringing a swift close to their lustful play. Still, there was nothing better than a hot pussy wrapped around her cock (unless she was afforded the delight of sliding up under someone's tail) and she keened out shrilly as she lunged over the edge, her throbbing knot still outside Ulrica's pussy.

That knot was too thick, surely, too full, to push inside the marten but the gryphoness' breath caught as Ulrica pushed down against it, grunting and straining, trying to take every last inch that Nalu had to offer. A visible bulge pressed up against her lower abdomen as she forced her body to comply, lust twisting her mind, Ulrica's chest heaving, the marten lost to pleasure. There was no pain in the act for her but the incredible strain should have put her off even as more, biting the inside of her cheek and bearing down and down and down as the heady slop of cum and her arousal slickened the meat of that knot more and more and more.