You look around quickly, going as far as stepping out into the yard to see who is about. Seeing no one, and hearing the soft call, almost a whimper, coming from the gryphon, decides you.
You step quickly back into the stall with the griffon. Placing your hand on his side, you say, "You need to roll onto your side if I'm going to help you!" You know the gryphon can't understand human speach, but when he rolls onto his side you can't help but wonder...
The thick tip of his shaft is sticking out of his sheath, glistening wetly. He shudders when you place your hand gently upon it. You're amazed at how slick the fluids leaking from the tip are. Taking a small glob that has just oozed out of a small hole in the tip, you rub your hands together.
"Incredible!" you think to yourself as your hands slide almost frictionlessly across each other. You look down to see almost a full 12 inches of jet black penis now extending from his sheath! It is almost as thick as your wrist and the heady scent of his musk fills the air!
Being a gryphon handler, as well as a princess of an area known for the quality of its stock, you're quite familar with the way intercourse works, even though you have no first-hand experience yourself. None the less, you're quite surprised to feel yourself responding to the scent of his musk!
For just a moment, you wonder what it would feel like to have this magnificent animal mounting you... Then, you shake your head. "That could never happen!" you tell yourself. But, the thought comes again of you lying naked below him, with just the end of his thick tool inside you...
"NO!" you tell yourself firmly as you take his penis between both your hands. He coos softly as you start a slow pumping motion. Soon, you find yourself sweating as you pump faster. The gryphon is starting to pump his rear legs. His talons have come close to striking you several times in his excitement.
Suddenly, he stiffens. Thick, cream colored jets of gryphon semen shoot from his organ! You pump several more times as his seed sprays the walls of the stall, splattering everywhere! Finally, the eruption tapers off to finally dribble one last glob over your arm.
You step back and look around. Still no one is in sight. You also find, somewhat to your surprise, your own loincloth soaked with your juices. Almost against your will, you stick out your tongue to taste the creamy fluids on your arm!
It has a heady, musky scent that makes you drip more of your own fluids into your already soaked small clothes. And the taste reminds you of a buck deer taken during the height of the rut. It's a taste you've come to enjoy! You hurry to clean up the stall before anybody comes and finds what you've done. But, you find yourself wishing you had not wasted it by allowing the gryphon to shoot into the open air...
With your thighs sliding together with your own slickness, you tell the gryphon, "Rest well. Tomorrow we go to find my sister!" You make your way to your rooms, not stopping to bathe as you would normally do. All night long, your dreams are of being mounted by one gryphon after another after another...
You wake early, tired, but unable to sleep any longer. The scent of your own musk is strong as you don your flying gear. No one is about the gryphon stables when you arrive there. You saddle your own mount and hobble her before going to get your sister's mount. As soon as you enter his stall, he catches your scent and his erection suddenly slips from his sheath, extending a good three feet.
You're suddenly well aware you could indeed lie beneath a gryphon and have him inside your own sex. You shake your head to clear that image away. You have a rescue to preform! "Ah, but after..." a soft voice whispers inside your head. You can feel the wetness between your legs beginning again!