This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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Flock's Virginity
The Claiming of the Gryphons
Part Two
Continued from part one...
Leaving the breeding-warmed gryphon behind, Xigfeldo took flight as if the heaviness of the earth had no sense of gravity to weigh him down, crying out his presence even though everyone already knew he was there. In and around the stone circle mingled the gryphons, some resting and others pacing restlessly, alike and different, their colouration slashed through the entire spectrum of colours. Even more so than dragons, he admired how they could boast different shades even in just a single feather, a dragon scale so small and strong that it didn't show as much detail as what they could. They were creatures designed by nature for another purpose and their feathers let them soar through the sky with stamina and lift that even some dragons were jealous of, although there was only admiration for them in Xigfeldo's heart. To see them come through so much and revel in the lives that they were then able to lead was more than enough for him.
And, well, ensuring that their flock was infused with his bloodlines to protect them and further their species, boosting them up more and more with every generation. The dragon's cock spurted, splattering pre-cum down as the gryphon hens churred and chattered, clearing a space for him as he landed.
Yes... Xigfeldo groaned. Strengthening the flock. That too. But it was hard to think of any kind of nobler cause when he was surrounded by virgin hens who were by no means destined to remain pure for any length of time longer, their tails lifted and needy slits flashed at him. Some were bolder than others as they backed up to him, inviting him in with a curl of their feline tails, but others hunkered down on the outskirts, not quite knowing what to do as he lay down so as to appear less of a threat to those who weren't quite sure as yet. He didn't need to intimidate anyone and if they didn't find the courage to mate with him that time, there was always the next year. There was no rush when the flock was so vibrantly strong, flourishing with fresh life, after all.
"Come now," he crooned softly as the bolder hens, quite literally, flocked around him, nuzzling his scales, admiring the muscle elegantly shaping his body. "There's more than enough to go around..."
There was nothing like having so many lustful eyes on him, the massive spire of his cock twitching and throbbing, pulsing out glistening droplets of pre-cum. Only Xigfeldo knew just how his internally held testis churned, the rise and throb of need curling up inside him like a cold heat that could not be suppressed by any means. No, that was the kind of need that could only be sated in the great release, pounding and spending his load inside hen after hen, their soft fur pressed up against him, pussies clutching, twitching and teasing...
Even his mind wandered, a little hen with black feathers and a grey hind end of fur nuzzled his cock curiously, though he was sure in the flock that it was not the first dick that she'd ever seen. They were too open for something like that, the gryphons charming with the adults, flirting and teasing, making sure that everyone knew that pleasure was, of course, there to be enjoyed. The black-feathered gryphon purred at him and he welcomed her in, cock twitching up to her beak, leaving a smear of pre-cum across the pretty, off-white curve of it.
"Go on," he murmured to her. "There's time enough for all of you, all of us."
He would not rush. He would languish and enjoy every last little moment, bringing the fertile, virgin hens into the next stage of their lives as she parted her beak, taking him very carefully into her maw. The dragon's cock was far, far too large for her to take more than the tip but even that was exotic as it pulsed, splattered lewdly crude and hefty doses of pre-cum into her beak over and over again. As much as her little tongue frantically swirled and tried to scoop it all up, there was nothing at all the little hen could do to stop it from slopping out of her beak repeatedly, the mess testament to her inexperience and, in a way, their incompatibility too.