Disregarding the Safe Word

13 August 2016

15:17 < Sandy> Good afternoon.

15:43 < Gyro> hi hi

15:44 < Sandy> How are you faring this afternoon?

15:44 < Gyro> doin pretty good, how about yoruself?

15:46 < Sandy> Pretty well! Glad for the weekend letting me be curious! Hopefully I'm not intruding on anything though.

15:49 < Gyro> nah you're fine. What's got you curios about me? :D

15:52 < Sandy> Well, gryphons seem pretty awesome!

15:53 < Gyro> s/seem/are :D

15:55 < Sandy> Hee, plus a little proud it seems? :p

15:56 < Gyro> as a peacock!

15:57 < Sandy> I'd call such adorable too.. but not sure that fits!

16:04 < Gyro> :P He certainly perfers to be called fierce, even if he's not really :P

16:06 < Sandy> Yeah, that does make me picture getting a glare for calling him cute!

16:08 < Gyro> :P

16:09 GyroFeather saddles up beside the kitty

16:09 Sandy Caltron pricks her ears up. "Meow?" Though her other reflex is to drop a paw and glide it down along a back.

16:10 GyroFeather finds this rather agreeable and arches up against the paw, and lets out a soft chirp.

16:10 Sandy Caltron giggles, letting the pad of her paw play warmly down along an entire spine as she leans in against a foreshoulder. ".. Phew, glad that went down well."

16:13 GyroFeather gives a little snicker at that comment and then glances up at her. "Why would I take issue with some attention from a fine lady?" He asks, swishing his feathered tail back and forth. His shoulders fluff up, brushing his pink feathers against her.

16:15 < Gyro> (Fair warning, I'm playing diablo w/ my BF, so responses will be slow

16:15 Sandy Caltron laughs and straightens up again, dropping her paw and instead offering a light bump of her side into his because of the comment. "Well, I wasn't sure if you'd appreciate the doting or, well, take offense. Hard to tell with gryphons!"

16:15 < Sandy> ( That's absolutely fine. :) )

16:19 GyroFeather nods in response and grins up at her. "I suppose thats fair. I am picky in who gets to touch me as well, but I think you should know something of that temperment, being a cat yourself~" he teases. His tail curls around, brushing her rump.

16:20 Sandy Caltron nods her head in agreement before she hmms and walks about in front where she can reach out and brush fingers gently along the firmer edge of a beak as part of being curious. She's grinning because of the tail swishing up along the curve of her rear before she got in front though. "Oh? So the fact I'm feline too makes it okay for me to give attention?"

16:25 GyroFeather makes a face and pulls his head away as she begins to run down the edge of his beak and then glares a her. "Not the face," he snorts. He then rolls his eyes and adds, "Nah, merely because you're cute~"

16:27 Sandy Caltron chuckles and dips down into a crouch so that she's easier to meet the gaze of. "So the beak is bad? Any other spots?", she considers in gazing along it.

16:29 GyroFeather fluffs up and ruffles his feathers as he looks down his beak at the cat beyond. "Any other spots...just well...be careful of my feathers, they are delecate after all." The cat sits back on his haunches and smiles up at her, but only at the fleshy edges of his face.

16:30 Sandy Caltron nods her head, though has to giggle. "Okay, I can't brush the beak but .. how about nosing or nuzzling? Though that's in part just from a desire to say hello with such."

16:39 GyroFeather leans forward and noses at her muzzle to answer the question. His hard beak presses down against her fur, feeling rather smooth. He's careful to avoid the sharp poing, using instead the safe top of it. "I think thats quite alright."

16:40 Sandy Caltron pauses carefully as she feels the firm edge of a beak nudging to the side of her muzzle. At first she goes to glide her muzzle up along it, then she can't entirely avoid the urge to just curl her tongue out and letting the textured, warm edge of a feline tongue pull along the side of it. It follows with a giggle though and her leaning back. ".. Couldn't resist that."

16:49 GyroFeather blinks as he feels the warm lick of her tongue across the cool smooth surface, finding it to be almost flavorless. He tilts her head to the side as she leans back and gives a snicker, before darting his beak forward half open and licking across the front of her lips himsellf.

16:51 Sandy Caltron meowls in being caught by surprise, his tongue at least picking out a slightly spice taste in playing along the front of a muzzle. She stiffles a giggle though, quite deliberately curling her tongue out to let the textured edge brush up against his own in an odd, slick rush. "Mmph.."

16:58 GyroFeather runs his smoother tongue against her wet sandpapery tongue and closes his eyes. He pushes a little deeper, trying to wiggle his own between her lips as his warm breath washes over her face, carying with it a slightly fishy smell.

16:59 Sandy Caltron twitches her ears in debating whether seeking a 'kiss' from a gryphon is a particularly good idea. Though because of the tongue dipping within she goes to purse the front of muzzle lips to capture it between the supple edge. From there her tongue pushes up along his, pressing it up against a firmer palate as it tickles along the humid warmth in her mouth and causes her to twitch her whiskers at the rush of his breath and partially parted beak tucked in close.

17:09 GyroFeather 's beak slips slightly around her muzzle as she presses into the kiss, bringing the snout up against his hard slick pallate. His tongue seeks deeper into her mouth, pressing against the soft flesh. His tail begins to swish harder and a loud rumbling purr comes from his chest as his eyes drift shut, letting himself enjoy the simple pleasures.

17:11 Sandy Caltron ends up lidding her eyes, not entirely closing them in being wary at the edge of a beak framing her muzzle and putting it right in the path of your breath. Still, she's 'mirroring' it as whilst her muzzle bridge touches a palate she's playfully trying to pin your tongue to the ridged surface of hers! She goes to suckle too but the clumsy gesture leaves saliva beading along the surface of her chin, having her mmph at the growing damp feeling.

17:18 GyroFeather pulls away from her kiss as he feels her clumsy gesture and then giggles. A claw reaches forward and gently combs over the top of her head before wrapping around to her droopy chin. "So, tell me darling, had you ever kissed a bird before? Certainly a little more exotic than your normal mammal isnt it?"

17:21 Sandy Caltron still ends up with a brief line of saliva briefly threading between beak and her muzzle before it drops along the front of the latter. She laughs though, raising a paw to brush the back of it along the damp spot to follow his claws. "I have never tried that before, I confess. How about you? Made out with those without a beak before?"

17:27 GyroFeather gently scratches his claw underneath her soft chin. "You wont be offended if I say that I have, would you? I've had some very very deep kisses with those without a beak...and a couple with~" He teases. His claw gently grasps at her claw as it reaches his, holding it lightly in his grasp.

17:27 < Gyro> (I gotta nip off to the store. bbiab sorry >.<)

17:27 < Sandy> (( Oh, no worries! And no rush. :) ))

17:42 Sandy Caltron dips her head to instead brush her muzzle in along his claws in leaving it to frame her chin. Though she then chuckles and curls her fingers in with the edges of such, shifting her gaze up to meet his own. "Oh, I'm not offended at all! I just .. need more practise if I want to work for a deeper kiss!", she notes with a laugh and wary lean backward.

17:57 GyroFeather gently curls his talons around her chin and then shakes his head with a chuckle. "Oh, I dont think many of them had much practice either, but I still found it quite enjoyable~" He purrs, locking his piercing green eyes with hers. He lets his claw finally drop from her chin to instead slide through the warm tan fur of her chest, gently letting the sharp point run over the base of the fleshy orbs. "And I think they found it to be an experience they'd remember for the rest of their lives~"

18:01 Sandy Caltron's own eyes blink softly in meeting his gaze, though in truth it's having claws drop down to tease along the swell of a breast that has her part her lips in inhaling audibly. It also follows with a soft mm as they comb down along the faintly yielding, warm surface. "Hee, that's .. quite the recommendation for kissing a gryphon?", she considers as she lets her fingers play out along the outside of the forelimb reaching out toward her.

18:13 GyroFeather gives a quick nod and then eases himself forward to gently lick over her muzzle as he continues to trace over the warm fleshy orbs. He found she had a rather delightful taste to her, but she was rather bigger than him. "Oh indeed it is~ I know it always leaves me satisfied~" He responds. His talons push in to the soft flesh with some curiosity, as his fellow gryphons usually had nothing quite so noticable upon them.

18:17 Sandy Caltron shivers at the play of claws teasing along her breasts further but she decides to help out in reaching up and playing her fingers in to cup the underside of her breasts so that he can see the surface roll up against one another; almost deliberately beneath his beak when he steps up to lick her muzzle for that matter. "Mmm, that does .. suggest that spending the night with a gryphon is quite the intense experience all around..", she murmurs with a wry smile at his curiosity.

18:28 GyroFeather returns her smile with a knowing gaze and nods softly. He sees her rasie her brests and takes the hint, leaning down towards the feminine scented orbs and grazes his hot wet tongue over the sensitive flesh. The sharp ends of his beak slide across the tips as he does so, brushing away the fur. "It is indeed quite the experience~ I wouldnt mind showing a beautiful cat like you what this tom can do~" He responds with a smooth tone.

18:32 Sandy Caltron straightens up along her back as she sees his tongue curling out to play along her breast's short furred surface; she saw it coming and was enticing it but it still causes her to let out a breath bordering on a soft moan. "O..oh..", she adds too in lashing her tail and dropping one hand to the ground behind herself to lean back. His tongue leaves a slick swathe along the more succulent surface of her breasts, lifting them up in a light sway. "Mm, I'd like that. Just slipping off somewhere quiet and alone with a gryphon?"

18:39 GyroFeather gives another soft lick across the breast, leaving another glistening warm trail that quickly begins to cool in the evening air. His hot breath flows over the perky nubs as he then takes one of the tips between his beak and bites down ever so slightly. He pulls off and locks eyes with her with a sultry look. "I think we'll be just fine in this park here. I havnt seen anyone else around for a bit~ Besides, its late enough that the cubs ought to be home."

18:41 Sandy Caltron parts her jaws, shivering as she feels him pause after teasing the front of a breast to then go to tease the nipple in along the peek of it. "Y..you've toyed with breasts before too..", she whispers only to bite her lower lip with a soft mmph at the nip to make her arch. Still, she reaches out to rest one paw on the side of his neck, eyes lidding in meeting that gaze from up close. "Hee, I suppose it would be difficult for you to swoop me away someplace.."

18:43 < Gyro> (Alas...I gotta actually run off now. Maybe we can pick this up later/some other time. Once again sorry for being slow, I admit I hadnt intended to play at all today initially. I made an exception just for you ^^)

18:43 < Sandy> ( *hugs!* And it was appreciated, thank you. It would be lovely to continue sometime for a gryphon encounter. ^^ )

18:44 < Gyro> (*snugs*)

18:44 < Gyro> (*Bird vanishes in a flurry of feathers*)

18:44 < Sandy> ( Sleep well! )

09:04 < Sandy> Hullo if you're about for a lazy Sunday. :)

09:19 < Gyro> just woke up!

09:19 < Sandy> Oh wow, I timed that amusingly well then.

09:19 < Gyro> :P indeed

09:20 < Sandy> Hope you slept well. :)

09:21 < Gyro> pretty well, aye ^^

09:21 < Gyro> other than waking up after only 6 hours...but thats bececause my body wont let me sleep much past 9

09:21 < Gyro> so thats normal >.>

09:22 < Sandy> Oh, ended up staying up late then?

09:23 < Gyro> ya, came back around later, and played with another friend til 3:30 ish

09:23 < Gyro> they are never in a dom mood, so I was lothe to go to bed when they were :P

09:24 < Sandy> Hee, didn't get into trouble with such?

09:25 < Gyro> It was fun ^^

09:25 < Sandy> Well, you still seem healthy so it's good. :3

09:29 GyroFeather slowly slides his beak along the fleshy tip till it rouns out the front of his beak. "Maybe a couple times...but I'll admit they're still rather foriegn to me," he responds back. His gaze shifts back up to her as her paw rests on his soft downy feathers. "Heh, I dont think this gryphon is going to be able to ferry you off anywhere. Plus, the danger is exciting, wouldnt you agree~"

09:34 Sandy Caltron gives a soft mmm. She lets her fingers wander at first along his neck, forcing herself to move slow to be careful of feathers but then changing her mind to lift her paw and rest it on top of his head; all the better for framing it, just as the edges of a beak part to capture the front of a breast, leaving it in turn framed by the firm edges. It's enough to draw a shiver along her body though she leans in to meet his gaze. "Danger? Of someone catching us playing? Or do you mean the danger of being caught alone by a gryphon in the middle of nowhere?"

09:48 GyroFeather draws his tongue out of his mouth and gently runs it ovre the fleshy orbs once more, stealing yet another taste of her succulent flavor and rewetting the previously dried fur with his warm drool. He responds to the paw with some pressure of his own against it with his neck as it traced down his shoulders before finding it atop his head. His pair of crests are perked, with the front one brushing up and bending underneath her arm. "The latter. Why, what do you think the danger of being a lone with a gryphon might be? Other than perhaps a sore rump? Do you have other fantasies involving me?~"

09:52 Sandy Caltron lids her eyes from watching that tongue tracing along her breast, ensuring the fur is left flattened back in places and, in part thanks to her rocking forward, lightly jostling along the warm, soft surface where it tries to press back. She has to chuckle in a partially breathless tone though from feeling the twitch up along an arm as her paw glides down along the back of his skull. "Oh, just that. Being swooped down upon. No-one around to help or to hear the cries as a gryphon press over on top and starts to enjoy himself with his 'prey' of sorts?"

09:58 GyroFeather gets a rather interesting look upon his face and then pulls back against her paws. He jostles his head and then frees himself of her paw as well. "Oh is that right?~" He asks, and then flare his wings. "The safe word is cherry~" He whispers at her, and then with out another word he dashes off and spreads his wings, flapping hard. Each beat brings a woosh as he gets himself airborne and then disappears into the dimming sky. He doesn't return immediately, instead letting her linger there long enough that she might think he's lost interest in her.

10:01 Sandy Caltron sways in having him pull up onto his feet, leaving her to initially fall back on her rear with her hand clutching to her front as she watches him. "Oh?", is all she can think to say at first before he breaks off to take flight. It ensure she's left there wondering if she didn't just agree to something foolish. Eventually though her paws push at the ground, bringing herself up onto her feet as she considers her options and then simply starts to walk off toward home. It isn't a quick route though, particularly as she chooses to avoid walking back onto the path and instead starts to set off along the quieter areas. The chance something might happen leaving her tail to twitch sharply along the tip in betraying her nervousness.

10:07 GyroFeather watches the cat from the air as she makes her home. He's waiting for just the perfect chance to strike and catch her rather off guard. Ah there, she ducks into another small greenbelt that rest between two hills. Smirking, the tiercel angles himself down into a dive, leaving his wings and feather rusttling lightly in the breeze as he rushes towards her. Then at the last moment his wings flare, catching the air and slowing him just enough to not hurt the cat as his body slams into her, knocking her tot he ground from teh force. His claws quickly reach out to wrap up his prey as he brings his beak to her ear. "Well well...what do we have here? A little stray kitten~" He purrs, before taking one of the ear tips into his beak.

10:11 Sandy Caltron gradually relaxes for having chance to actually make her way back toward safety. Without glancing back she doesn't sense his descent though but once close enough she does get that warning of a rush of air as wings flare. Her ears pricking up sharply and her form half twisting around but the shock of suddenly being faced with a descending, predatory swoop aiming for her is entirely sincere! She half raises an arm too but as his body hits hers she's knocked to the ground before she can cry out, instead getting a sharp 'oof' instead. One of her paws slides out along the ground but for the most part she ends up staring at the earth, feeling his body against hers again but now the press of his weight is far more sinister in its 'play'. Claws framing her body as she feels his breath against her ear where he leans in to run a beak along a twitching ear. "Mmph.. What is the meaning of this.."

10:20 GyroFeather chuckles at her and then runs his smooth wet tongue over the back of her head before he responds to the question. "The meaning of this? Well, I think you ought to think of me as an eagle~ And you as just a little kitten," he says with a sinister sweetness to his voice. "I've been watching you for a while now, and you make my loins ache and my belly grumble~" He shifts, curling his claws around her forelegs and settling his weight on top of her to hold her to the ground, making it rather more difficult to catch her breath. His hind legs squeeze down on her calves, pushing them together, leaving his hips resting right against her toned rump.

10:24 Sandy Caltron shivers for the sweet tone used along her ears as a tongue curls across her faintly spiced fur to leave wet sweeps flattening it down along the back of her skull. "W..what do you mean... your .. belly", she starts to say at having some genuine surprise at his statement only to then gasp as he shifts to press her down to the earth, forcing the breath from her chest. Her arms body slide out in front, leaving her in part to see claws settling down on top of them to pin them. She can't see what he does behind but she feels the step of larger hindlimbs drawing in close, pressing her legs in against one another and then curling in until the inside of hindlimbs can press suggestively up along the curve of her rear.

10:33 GyroFeather chuckles darkly and whispers into her ear, "Well, what eagle do to a little lost kitten?~" As if right on cue, his stomach gives a loud rumble that can be felt against her back. His feathers feel warm and soft, and sort of ticklish, against her back as he shifts on top of her, as does his belly fur. The tiercel's tail swishes back and forth behind him, lashing in excitement. The gryphon draws back and then grinds his bulging furry sheath between her hips, rubbing the fuzz against the warm crevice between them. "A fair warning, my prey~ I like it a little rough."

10:37 Sandy Caltron's mouth parts as she strains to get in a breath. "W..what..", she gulps as her ears flick back; the sinister tone in his voice and the growl of a stomach seems a little too realistic for such play! One of her knees goes to slip outward along the ground as she tries to push up, trapped as she is staring out along her own pinned arms. If anything he gets a sharp gasp for shifting in to where she can feel the weight of a sheath resting initially along the small of her back, rocking suggestively against her body in rubbing the scent against her and almost leaving the underside to tuck up against the crease of her buttocks.

10:38 < Gyro> (bah sorry I totally derped on positions there >.>)

10:38 < Sandy> ( Oh? How so? Or did I picture the overlap wrong? )

10:39 < Gyro> (No you're actually fine...you've got it. I just had a brain fart last post, but it works)

10:47 GyroFeather gives a laugh, channeling his predatory instincts as she had asked before. "thats right, after a bit of fun you'll be no more than wet a lump oh fur and bones. His beak seeks out her shoulder, which he bites upon, adding some firm pressure ot it as he shifts backwards. His drool soaks down into the fur, matting it down and dripping onto the grass as he moves his body a little further back, gliding his sheath down around her tail and then down the fuzzy crack of her rump. His fleshy tip begins to extend from his blue sheath, smearing warm pre on her fur.

10:51 Sandy Caltron's heart skips a beat at the casual commentary, leaving it to start to race in her chest. "You can't, that isn't..", she starts to say only to but cut off in a gasp a beak twists to pinch along the top of a shoulder; her head turns to the side, for the first time since her 'capture' being able to catch the edge of his gaze though it also involves looking along a beak leaving saliva to run down along the front of an arm. And yet that isn't the most threatening damp spot right now as his body shifts back and a sheath falls back to trail along her buttocks and to leave her feel the heated edge of what can only be a cock peeking out to rest in her fur, mussing it with the scent of his pre and a few thin lines running between the two.

11:00 GyroFeather chuckles at her cries and pulls off of her shoulder, leaving a think line of drool between it and his beak. "Oh but I thought you wanted to try a rather deep kiss with a gryphon, to get the full experience as it were~" He teases and then pushes his beak a little more into view, leaving it opened wide for her to see into the warm pink insides and the wiggling tongue, breathing his hot breath over her face. He steadily grinds his growing member against her fur, pressing it between her two cheeks. His breath begins to pick up as as the pleasant sensations tingle along the sensitive flesh.

11:04 Sandy Caltron rolls her shoulder as his beak releases it, leaving her to shiver at spying the edges of saliva threading between the two but it grows far more alarming when his head curls in and he purposely opens that beak before her so that she gets a view into it. Inverted from the angle of curling down maybe but ample chance to stare in alarm at the glistening interior and see the saliva dripping from it as a tongue wriggles before her and she's assaulted by the heat and scent of his breath. "W..what? T..that's .. your kiss?!", she blurts in surprise and concern, almost leaving her to forget how more of that cock was slipping free to smear across her fur. Though right now it's exposed against her rear, leaving her tail to flick along the underside as the tip leaks pre just shy of the little rosette at the base of it.

11:19 GyroFeather presses his beak forward and nips upon her little black snout tip. "I thought i told you it left my partners forever changed~" He teases in a rather playfully. He presses his slippery head right up against her pink pucker, smearing the hot pre against the sensitive entrance and applying just a bit of pressure to it. Soon the gryphon finds himself at his full length, other than the half inflated knot, but that woudl come later. His forelegs pull back, dragging her front legs backwards towards her body and enabling the gryphon to better position himself.

11:22 Sandy Caltron is left to stare in alarm at that beak as it leans in to nip her visibly and brings her to meet his gaze again, though her eyes are much wider on her side of things. "N..no.." And then she feels that glossy tip press forward to nudge against her pucker, bringing her to tense in surprise across her thighs. At the pressure the little rosette tenses too, winking before that cocktip in an obscene display made that much more vivid as it leaves a line of pre threading between the two. She was exposed to him, her breath catching as his forelimbs tug along her body and leave her curling her fingers against the earth in trying to drag herself forward with a startled gasp.

11:27 < Gyro> (Forgive me...whats the rosette refering to I'm a bit confused? >.<

11:28 < Sandy> ( Hee, her pucker in that case. Sorry, flowery choice of words. :p )

11:29 < Gyro> (thats what I thought, but wasnt sure.)

11:33 GyroFeather pushes a little harder against that winking rosette, pulling with her wrists to help ease himself into the tight hole. The sensation brings a shudder to his form as it slowly slides inwards, lubricated by the ample pre. "Oh yes~ So tight too! I'm going to really enjoy you~" He says, "both here, and when you're struggling away. Face it, you're nothing more than gryphon food that's still outside."

11:37 Sandy Caltron arches along her back against his underside in trying to tug away but as claws shift to tugging her in toward him she can't avoid the press of that girth growing more insistent. If anything the lubrication of the pre leaking against that ring means for a lewd, faint moist 'pop' of pushing through it and sliding into the tight passage beyond. "A..ah..", she gasps vocally and he can feel her try to clench up again but this time the wink is squeeze just behind the crown of a gryphon cock as it leaks pre along the heat of her inner flesh. "T..that isn't.. You're .. scaring me.."

11:43 GyroFeather gives another laugh, reveling as he sees the terror in her eyes and feels the rapid hearbeat in her chest, running much faster than his own. Certainly the bird was not going to remind her the safeword if it'd slipped her mind, he was having way too much fun. "Good~ Ones prey ought to be scared of the predator~" He says, following it with a grunt as he slips deeper still into the warm passage. His knot presses against the clenching pucker and then with some force, there's another pop as it slips inide. "ooh you are soo amazingly tight~" He purrs, feeling the warm slick passageway gripping around him.

11:47 Sandy Caltron is certainly too caught up in the taunting to fully think of her situation as she feels him tensing above her and press forward. Her legs both try to shift outward, her body seeking to tug forward but she can't avoid that cock slipping in deeper, leaving her to spread about it in a faint schrp. The bump of a knot up against that entrance already parted about him causes a start and when his body applies force to pop it moistly inside she can't help but to snap her head up with a cry. "N..no.. stop.. really.. uncle..", she gasps as she feels herself spread so, the passage nothing more than a tight glove along the cock resting within.

11:53 GyroFeather takes a deep breath and lets himself sit there, feeling the warm wet flesh pressing against his sensitive shaft and rolling and conracting with its movements. He lingers there, giving the cat a nice full sensation as it spreads her tailhole out wide. "Yes thats it~ Uncle Gyro! Or perhaps daddy~" Finally the gryphon pulls his knot out of the tight tunnel, soon followed by the rest of his shaft sliding slowly out. "I know you're enjoying this too, you little slut~ It is what you wanted after all~"

11:58 Sandy Caltron shudders in turn at the feeling of that partially swollen knot straining just behind the entrance to her rear, leaving the back of it to faintly show along the stretched ring and leaving her to feel every twitch and pulse running along it. Naturally she clenches about him, hugging the base of that knot all too intensely. "A..ah.. you're going too far..", she gulps only to startle as he pulls out. Just as it did going in, the retreat of that knot comes with a pop though it's one that leaves her briefly gaping and drooling his pre as the gleaming shaft beyond slips free to rest against the back of a leg, actually drawing something near a whimper from her.

12:09 GyroFeather gives a gasp as he pops free into the cool night air once more, leaving the dripping tip to splatter upon her rump. He ignores her protests and begins to ease himself back into that tight sphincter once more, letting out a moan that lasts the entire slow thrust, except for a brief gasp once the knot presses in once more. Teasingly, he pulls the knot out halfway, letting it sit at the largest girth as he holds her there. He pulls one of her forelegs behind her back, resting it trapped between his chest in an awkward position, and uses his free claw to trace down her sides and slip underneath her hips.

12:14 Sandy Caltron shivers beneath him as she feels that slick cock dripping down along the back of her leg in leaving his scent to run down her fur. When it pushes back in the subsequent pop is far more slick, more of a wet glsch that has her gulp in alarm for feeling him feed it back in and ensure in one, long slow thrust she can feel it stretch her again. When it draws up to the point of feeling that knot force her wider she whimpers again, only to startle when he leaves it sat midway; were she able to see, she'd see how obscene it looks having that flushed, glistening ring spread in a wide 'O' about the wicked bulb of a knot. "A..ah.. that hurts..", she gulps as instead she's left to shudder at the sensation as her heart races. The shift of one forelimb brings her to grip at the ground too, desperately trying to pull herself free even as claws slip down to trace along her slender form and in along the front of her midriff in curling about her.

12:21 GyroFeather smirks and leaves it sitting there despite her protest, instead telling her, "Just relax and let it get used to it." In order to help with that, the gryphon's claw seeks out her supple nether lips and the sensitive little nub contained within. Using the blunt top of his claws, he rubs at the slick flesh. "Just let it all happen~" Gyro Feather pulls the knot out finally and then pops it back in in quick sucession, enjoying the wet noises it makes and the little shudder it brings to her that causes her warm slick walls to clench around him. The gryphon lets out a steady coo and closes his eyes, leaving his mouth hanging open in pleasure. His cest still remains strong on the arm, preventing her from pulling it free.

12:30 Sandy Caltron tries to tug forward along her hips, though the other claw is still enough to partially glide her back into the roll of his body. She knows what comes next but still ends up gasping as that knot is allowed to slip free with a fainter schlrp. Though having it start to push in and out to deliberately make her clench up each time also draws a frantic cry. "S..stop.. a..ah.. stop..", she pleads as part of glancing forward, part of her wanting to call for help but there was no sign of anyone else. She was truely alone with him as a knot deliberately and audibly pops in and out of her rear to leave her trembling and lurching along her figure. Though the play of the back of a claw in between the outer petals of her nether lips does give her body other reasons to shiver. Her ears flatten in realising she's being toyed with.. even as his beak hangs open in front of her to leave her feeling the heat of his breath.

12:38 GyroFeather hears her gasps, finding them to be music to his ears, adding to the lewd noises of her rump releasing his knot. Soon the bird pulls all the way out, feeling the muscles clench around him and then finally begins to thrust in and out with rapid sucession, most of the time letting the knot just bump against the hole, but occasionally pressing it all the way in. He could feel the steady pressure building in his nethers as his tip twitches, nearing release. His claw presses a little deeper inside of her now, taking care not to harm her with the sharp points as they push into her slick tunnel and rub against the insides.

12:43 Sandy Caltron whimpers for feeling him pull free with a long glsch and feeling of pre dripping down between her thighs, even along the back of his claws teasing beyond her outer petals. When he shifts forward to start to actually set a solid pace she can only cry out weakly. "N..no.. ", she adds vocally at least but her protests are just as much broken up with the weak 'ah.. ah..' sound of trying to speak and being cut off. Her ears flick back in realising he was taking her like that, she could just as readily feel the pre painting deeper in her passage as that girth jumps against the clench of her strained ring about the base of it. Her body trembling as he steadily takes her rear whilst letting a claw dip past the velvety threshold to her passage where it can tease along the steamy warmth of her snug, inner channel.

12:56 GyroFeather pushes his claw rather deeper, brushing up against the warm velvety walls as he ends up wrist deep in her. Spreading himself out wide, he twists and rubs against the the sensitive flesh, and can even feel his thrusting shaft through the thin walls. He may be toying with her, but that didnt mean that the gryphon didnt want her to have one last good time. He ignores her cries and finally feels himself about to release. He plunges himself all the way once more, but this time he doesnt pull out. INstead his knot flairs up to its full girth, streching out her sensitive hole even further, but the worst of it was contained within, tying them together. Gyro lets out a loud cry as his tip begins to spurt its hot white seed, peppering her warm insides with the sticky substance

13:01 Sandy Caltron is left with her breath coming in short, sharp bursts as she fails to keep up the constant little cries, instead reduced to a whimper. Still, there was a tremble that was partially brought about by him toying in against her soft inner lining with his claws. What does get a cry from her, even whilst breathless, is him suddenly thrusting forward in a hard motion to seat his knot with one last squirting pop as pre drips out from around it. Her eyes widen at the sensation of it then filling out, pushing the walls behind that ring open obscenely around it to lock in place and provoke a desperate lurch from her. It was too late though! She could feel the liquid heat of the first rope of his seed thumping into her body, then another and another. Her eyes wide at the realisation he's sated himself upon his prey; her!

13:07 GyroFeather 's entire body tenses up on top of her as he feels the powerful pulses of his body pumping out shot after shot of seed, and sealing it all inside with his thick knot. Her belly has a small bulge in it full of sloshing seed by the time the gryphon finishes, collapsing on top of her. Still, the knot would hold tight for a bit preventing anything further, and likeweise preventing the cat from escaping. In the mean time, the gryphon releases her other arm too, bringing that down to also tend to her lips. The latter finds her sensitive clit and begins to rub over it while the first claw continues to dance around the soft flesh inside. The gryphon's tongue hangs out of his beak in front of her as he pants his hot humid breath upon her, rather enjoying his afterglow.

13:12 Sandy Caltron makes the mistake of reflexively trying to tug free but then she's not used to knots. It only makes her clench up about it as she feels it remain locked sorely in place and ensure she isn't going anywhere and is left to feel every jump, every throb of that cock as it sends another rope of gryphon cum packing into her rear until it comes as a tangible weight. When it actually starts to fill her to the point of sloshing and bulging she stiffles a whimper, swaying but trapped by time he collapses over her. "P..please.. no more..", she gasps by time he's pinning her bodily, finding him toying with her clit only ensuring he can feel the helpless quivers of the flesh within or how the back of those claws are left with glossy lines of moisture between them and the flushed edge of her nether lips.

13:17 GyroFeather lets out a soft purr and then responds in a much nicer tone, "relax, its all in good fun~ Just enjoy yourself. We're gonna be here a while~" And yet, his stomach gives another grumble against her form. His talons writhe inside of her, putting pressure on the heavy bulge of cum and the shafte trapped inside asn is other one continues to twist and play over the little button. Her sphincter can feel every pulse of his knot, throbbing securely inside of her.

13:20 Sandy Caltron lets out a breath that borders on a faint moan because of the unrelenting motion of his talons teasing along her inner passage, leaving threads of moisture and her own scent though such isn't as heavy as that of his soaking her. She shivers too in realising he was in part teasing about the base of his knot through the lining of her passage below, causing her to clench about it helplessly. "T..then .. you'll .. let me go?", she gasps with thin breathes, helplessly feeling her body trying to clench about his talons in a motion that's just as much liable to draw a whimper from her.

13:30 GyroFeather isnt about to let up either as he hears her near moan. He can feel the moisture stringing between his claws as he opens and closes them deep inside her tunnel. He presses it up further still, bringing his furred cuffs to ticke up against her lips as he runs along the convulsing flesh. His other talon dips inside as well, to rub against the inflated flesh inside, all the while, keeping one digit on her moist clit. The gryphon pretends to have not heard her and instead presses forward, bringing his beak to her muzzle for another kiss. His tongue dances against her lips and tries to push its way through the flesh.

13:33 Sandy Caltron tries to turn her head to the side this time and the kiss has her much more wary of his beak, right down to glancing along the tongue playing across her chin and lips. It brings her to hold her breath for a second but ultimately his fingering motion is enough to make her whimper and give out a gasp. She's too caught to avoid it, helpless to wriggle free as talons pump in and out with soft squishes. Up until the point she can't help a weak cry and a gush of fluids that all too easily dribble down the back of talons. The inner flesh of her loins quivering, though in this case it's more tangible how it causes her to clench up about his knot too.

13:38 GyroFeather takes advantage of that gasp to slip his tongue through her parted mouth and twists hsi head slightly to make it easier on the both. His tongue presses up against her won sandpapery tongue and rolls over the sharp canines inside her jaw. The cry into his open beak and the subsequent shudder is all the bird needs to know he's doing his job. The claws push back against the contraction, spreading wide once more after the first wave has passed. Increasingly, as small pool of liquid was forming underneath her dripping lips, carrying with it her faint scent. All the while, the claws go to work teasing over her warm tunnels. His knot would begin to loosen fairly soon, and he'd cotninue, ready or not~

13:41 Sandy Caltron looks frantic for having his beak press to her face and leave her to feel his tongue dancing across her own and upward against canines and the firmed edge of a palate. It leaves her breath to come sucked out about his beak as she tries to shift one arm forward enough to push at his front in an effort to lean back. The kiss leaves her meeting his gaze just as desperately too, eyes wide as she can't make any other noise than a soft mmph. Which only makes the soft gush and trickle of fluids hitting the floor all the more obscene as his talons play through the snug, quivering heat of her inviting passage.

13:49 GyroFeather had her near arm pinned against the her back still, and keeps her front half pinned to the ground, but he could feel some week pressure of her far arm reaching across to push at his brow. Finding her face begining to slip from his beak he lets out a loud growl, as if daring her to pull all the way out as his lidded eyes turn to a glare at her frantic ones. The pressure would begin to loosen in her rump as his knot slowly begins to deflate in side of her, though not yet at the point of freedom. His tail curls around one of her hind legs possisively. All the while the gryphon concentrates on her hips as the liquids gush out around them.

13:53 Sandy Caltron shudders at the glare she gets in contrast the previously gentle motions but what else could she do? Her head tries to pull free from the kiss leaving her breathless, what little air she can get being mixed with his own breath in a warm rush. This time she more than readily feels the saliva beading off of her chin. She was weak though, exerted not just from the release that left her gushing but in having talons still toying with soft, vulnerable and all too sensible flesh. What's more obscene is how the faint relaxing of his knot allows some of the pressure to back wash, the first rivulet of a gryphon's cum starting to run down along her folds and the back of a leg.

13:59 GyroFeather lets out another growl as she pulls her muzzle free from his beak, leaving his tongue hanging in the cool air for a moment before he finally retracts it. Moments later, the knot finally has relaxed enough that the tiercel gives a tug, pulling it through her tail hole, still at a wider point than she'd taken it, leaving teh gaping hole where even more seed begins to spill forth from her bowls, soaking her body. He then grins at her and says, "Well...when the rod pops out the turkey is done, isnt that right? " He asks, as his belly gives another grumble. He pulls his claws from the sensitive tunnel with a wet schlorp and then brings the still damp appendages to her arms once more.

14:00 < Gyro> (I hope that bit was enjoyable...I always consider myself rubbish at sex scenes tbh >.>)

14:00 < Sandy> ( It was fun! Hope you enjoyed yourself though and I didn't press you through it! )

14:01 < Gyro> (Nah you were fine! I did enjoy it as well)

14:04 Sandy Caltron is still gasping for her breath, her body shivering as she feels that knot pulling at her straining entrance. In fairness she tries to tug forward, unwittingly helping it and leaving her to scream at the resulting, obscene schlorp that is is tugging out whilst still mostly swollen. Her entrance left trying to clench and failing, which only makes the gushes of gryphon cum welling up to start splattering in gushes down toward the ground and across her own legs that much more obscene. It also leaves her arms wobbling as she tries to raise up, finding herself cut short by his damp claws pressing down on them. "W..what do you mean? We had.. our fun.. the play is done..", she points out, though it's hard to hide the fear in her voice or the wide state of her eyes.

14:11 GyroFeather grins at her and then eases his weight off of her body, instead settling himself down to her sides, though this is only momentary as he uses his new position to help roll the poor cat onto her back instead, at which he settles back down on top of her. "Oh I dont think the play is done quite yet! I think I ought to give you that kiss you were quite interested in~" He says with a laugh, and then leans down to slurp at her face. "You do taste rather delightful my deer. I cant wait to have you squirming down inside of me~" He teases, lashing his tai around. "Though, if you dont cooperate...perhaps things might get rather messy instead."

14:16 Sandy Caltron tries to use the time to roll up and to her knees but she's far more exhausted in having being pinned for so long, resulting in her giving out a softer cry in being rolled over and finding herself with her paws falling to either side of her head and staring up at him stepping forward and over to loom above. "W..what? That.. no.. I didn't agree to that..", she gasps breathlessly enough as her head tries to twist to the side. It's impossible to avoid a glimpse across a slender tongue where it dances across her face though, leaving saliva to gleam against her fur in flashes of the glistening muscle. It's the sort of threat that leaves her heart racing and genuine fear spiking both her scent and taste. "C..Cherry.."

14:22 < Gyro> (Hhhmmmmmmm Now I'm torn :P So I'll leave it in your paws. It would both be interesting to me to see how she reacts to him cutting it off. Of course I had been intending on eating her initially. )

14:22 < Sandy> ( It does seem a little too late for safewords! :p )

14:34 GyroFeather stares down at the cat and hesitates for a moment as he hears her the word she just said, finding a bit of recognition in it. The gryphon looks momentarily lost in contemplation as he hangs there, with a strand of drool dripping off of his tongue. "What, you mean to say you arent having fun my dear? I know what I felt when I was back there~" He says, grinning down at her, and yet the bird doesnt seem to move either, holding her pinned to the ground. "To be honest I'd hoped you'd forgotten it," he says as his stomach gives another growl. His claws dig a little harder into her flesh now though, betraying his intentions despite his apparent change of heart.

14:36 Sandy Caltron is in a posture she can glance down now. Not that she can see anything along his stomach but having it growl to her is certainly alarming, leaving her to tremble. "Y..you've had your fun..", she protests quickly enough as she tries to arch up off of the ground. At best she pushes against him, it's certainly not enough to shift the claws pinching down against her and instead makes her shudder in fright for feeling them press beneath fur in threatening to cut flesh to keep her from escaping. It was a posture that left her gazing up at the parted edge of a drooling beak, only leaving her heart thumping quickly.

14:44 GyroFeather leaves his beak half parted as a thick glob of drool drips down to splatter upon her face. "My fun, yes, but not my fill. Dont you hear it calling for you?" He leans down to lick upon her trembling form and then opens his beak, darting forward and leaving the tip between her eyes as his jaws close around her own. Her arching only serves to help press her face a little deeper into his greedy maw, leaving it squelching against the thick ring of muscles at the edge of his throat.

14:48 Sandy Caltron doesn't get chance to respond and plays right into the gesture as part of trying to sit up. Her mouth parts in shock and as she starts to say something in getting a flash of the edges of a beak parting right across her eyes but it cuts off into a scream as such follows with a 'snap' of it closing in along her skull. Now she tries to drag back but it's too late to avoid feeling saliva break across her face, forming several myriad glistening trails between the edge of a muzzle and the inside of a beak whilst ensuring she trembles at the squelch. Naturally her eyes adjust too, finding herself gaping in horror at the glimpse right down at the back of his beak. "W..what.. what are you doing?!", she cries in disbelief as she's given the chance to watch a gryphon's throat.

14:52 GyroFeather naturally cant respond with his beak so full of cat and instead presses forward even more still, slipping his beak around the back of her head and squelching the muzzle into the dark throat with a loud glck. The tongue runs against her neck and under her chin, writhing around and taking her flavors from her. His claws dig into her side and help to hold her in place as her shoulder sthen slip into the hard sharp beak, leaving marks in her skin where the edge slides around her.

14:54 Sandy Caltron tries to scream out again in feeling his 'answer' come with angling a beak down and leaving her to get a terrible glimpse of that throat winking opening before her.. right before her face is shoved down it with a squelch and then the sharp glck of feeling the throat beyond seize her roughly. It does cut her cry off though, ending such with the faint form of her face dipping instead to fill out his throat. Her disbelief rapidly turning into horror as she finds him clutching her to pull her in closer and a beak harshly gripping down behind shoulders in seeking to work past them.

15:00 GyroFeather wiggles his beak back and forth around her form, slowly drawing the shoulders into his hot slippery gullet, and leaving a visible distension in their wake. The new snugness of the muscular glove helps to hold her legs tightly to her body as he slowly streches around her. If she thought his breath wasnt the greatest, the mix of old meat and fish that came from his gullet was even worse. His tongue plays over her breasts once more as they reach his open maw, but this time its certainly more sinister than the first.

15:04 Sandy Caltron struggles to get her arms up and against his front even as she feels the pinching surface of his beak taking in the top of her shoulders and on their way to pinning the upper form of her arms to make such motions difficult. She tries to scream too, hearing her own frantic voice echoing against the walls of a gullet as they squelch and mash up about her face in waves of motions that leave her senses swimming from the heat and fish laden scent rushing over her. She shudders for feeling his tongue teasing her breasts once more, only now such was to usher them toward the parting edge of a beak beyond as saliva drips down along her front.

15:11 GyroFeather lets out a strained groan as he struggles to work her deeper despite her fighting, popping his jaw to allow her deeper entry. Feeding the fleshy orbs across his beak, he gulps, and sits back on the cat, pulling her up towards a sitting position to more easily angle his beak over her. The hot rolling muscles of his throat clench and pull on her form, coating her with an even thicker drool. They largely remain tight enough to keep her jaw cleched together, further muffling her noises as she slipps ever deeper down the greedy gullet of the cat bird.

15:15 Sandy Caltron twists her head from side to side in between her fearful gasps as she struggles against the shifting interior of his gullet in trying to escape it. The 'sensation' of him groaning out around her making her cry out that much more in alarm though as she finds him pulling her up. Oh god, she couldn't reach his front, her arms were too far pushed back against her sides in leaving her helpless. Her breasts instead being squeezed into the bottom of a beak.. and then shortly squeezed within to turn the succulent orbs into no more than a bulge on his throat. For her it means being assaulted again and again by slick rushes and squelches from the gullet rolling hotly up against her saliva-soaked form, each glrk and gulp setting her ears to ring.

15:20 GyroFeather gulps a bit faster now, eager to get the cat down, now that his stomach was practically aching for food. As he reaches her belly, her head pops into a slightly more open sack in his chest, which, while smelly, seemed relatively benign. She's soon forced to curl as more of her body travels down that hot gullet with her, Her forearms and then paws are surrounded by the hot slick muscle and now she could hear his breathing and heavily beating heart on taop fo the sawllowing. A fainter gurgling noise ahead added to the organic symphany that filled her ears.

15:25 Sandy Caltron slides her feet along the ground in feeling herself being hauled back, growing more frantic with each passing motion. The sudden pressure about her skull makes her gasp but when her head pops out into a looser space she gives out a scream in not entirely realising she wasn't being emptied out into a stomach. She had no way to defend herself at first either, leaving her face to get shoved into the walls of the waiting chamber; gliding to start to curl up against the dank, unpleasantly scented interior. For the rest of her though, it's the alarming sensation of a beak starting to reach the raise of her hips whilst her stomach rests over a tongue.

18:14 < Gyro> [15:25:23] [14.08.16] -*- Sandy Caltron slides her feet along the ground in feeling herself being hauled back, growing more frantic with each passing motion. The sudden pressure about her skull makes her gasp but when her head pops out into a looser space she gives out a scream in not entirely realising she wasn't being emptied out into a stomach. She had no way to defend herself at first either, leaving her face to get shoved into the walls of the waiting chamber; gliding to start to curl up against the dank, unpleasantly scented interior. For the rest of her though, it's the alarming sensation of a beak starting to reach the raise of her hips whilst her stomach rests over a tongue.
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18:17 GyroFeather brings a claw down to rest upon the form as he feels her face press into the sides of his crop and then begins to distend further as the cat curls up inside of his from. He gives a rather loud purr and sits back, raising her form skyward as she slips further down his beak. As her hips squeeze through the hard opening, his tongue lathers over the furred flesh, tasting her rather already lubed up fur from their messy fun only moments before. The lovely feeling of fullness settled inside of him with each passing second.

18:21 Sandy Caltron twists herself from side to side as part of her thrashing, though with her arms still bundled in behind herself she was left with her face just gliding along the chamber in slipping along the slick walls and promptly crying out on feeling them distending outward by virtue of her slipping further within in faint squishes above. Mixed in with the purr from further back she's left to cry out in alarm as she feels him lifting his beak, tipping her body skyward and outward showing it off between the hard edges. Her heart pounds with the fear that she'll be tucked away for good, ensuring that her legs kick up into the air as she's left feeling the raise of her hips sliding in along a tongue and its ministrations along the fur soaked from their tryst. All whilst her head and shoulders start to fill out the base of a neck.

18:31 GyroFeather only gives the cat a momentary lick across her nether lips, as they'd both already had their fun, and so then pursues further up her thights with that warm slick tongue. Between that and her dripping maw, every inch of the cat's fur slowly ends up covered in hot drool. Each squeeze of peristalsic motions press her another couple of inches deeper as the formel gulps around her. The crop sqeezes her tight, massaging over her fur and matting it against her body, if it wasnt for the impending doom, the actual process might feel pleasant, though a bit cramped in the chamber. Gyro can see the legs kicking out futilly and watches the swishing tail as he brings a talon up to press against the bulge forming in his gullet, rubbing over it and laughing all the while.

18:35 Sandy Caltron shudders as she feels herself sinking slowly inward inches at a time, each one heralded by the compress of a gulp sounding out wetly 'above' her head in a roll of motion and gush of her damp body emerging further only to be assaulted by the squeeze of a crop. The sound of a laugh makes her flinch, twisting her head to the side enough for it to show along the outline of a crop even as talons trace the rest of the descending, writhing mean above. "H..help!", she gulps with the air so laden with unpleasant scents. Deep down she knew there was no-one to help though.. and yet, if no-one did, this would be it for her. Doomed. Surrounded by squeezes and squishes over her upper body, her lower half being lowered by bobs and easy motions of a gryphon's feeding.

18:44 GyroFeather 's heart beat thunders around the poor cat trapped inside, as does her labored breaths, and up further ahead was the gurgling of an ever eager stomach. The tiercel's inhales put pressure on the crop with each breath before he lets it out. The bird bogs forward, taking her paws in and sealing them in the beak. The tongue crests over the pink centers, giving them a couple tantalizing licks, before he too sends those down his steamy gullet. All that's left is that wiggling tail now, which he teases against with his claw, waiting for it to wrap around it before he shoves that into his hungry beak. One final loud gulp, and the swallowing ceases as the last of his tasty little cat travels down towards his crop. "Mmmm~ You know, you taste a bit faintly like strawberries."

18:47 Sandy Caltron whimpers in realising she can do nothing as she feels that beak's slow bob gathering her curling toes in along its edges and across a tongue. Between it and the pop of her tail up into the edges it meant the cool air of the outside world disappeared in a flash and a last gulp was all it took to seal her fate. To leave her bundling out entirely into that now tight expanse of a crop distended with her form. Naturally she tries to push outward at that, her palms straining against the walls around her as she feels dizzy under the pressure and thin, fish-laden air she was stirring around in. "O..oh god.. let me out..", she gasps too even as her whole body is framed as nothing more than a faint sway.

19:01 GyroFeather gulps down a little more air with his tasty morsel and then lets out a loud purr that begins to rock and vibrate her world entirely. His crop squeezes tightly against her form as she pushes out against it, holding her rather still as she begins to sob. "Oh remember earlier how you asked about being carried off by a threatening gryphon? I think you're finally going to get your wish," he teases, spreading his wings and flapping them hard as he rushes forward, taking to the skies. His crop sways beneath him as he struggles to lift himself and the large cat, causing the crpo to sink even lower in his body from the upward force. "I'll even take you to where this catbird lives and let you stay the night.

19:04 Sandy Caltron unwittingly gasps in the trickles of air she gets; perhaps if she knew better, she'd avoid such but she can't avoid trying to life! Instead it ensures her head settles, just in time to feel that crop squeezing up about her in a rough bundling between slick, clinging walls that leaves her to gasp out against them. "N..no.. h..help.. somebody help!", she bawls at his threat only to then scream in feeling him dash forward and dip down before springing skyward. The 'introduction' to how hard his crop can squeeze her almost knocking the breath out of her again but ensuring she was bundled in tightly beneath him and realise she was trapped. He was flying off, any hope of escape utterly dashed; no-one knew where she was or that she was being taken away toward a demise in his gut by morning.

19:15 GyroFeather chuckles as he flies through the air, carrying his heavy load in his eager crop, occasionally giving it a little poke as he feels her struggles and hears the loud screams, muffled through pounds of flesh. The crop sways back and forth as he quickly makes his way home and then staggers through the door, heading twoards teh kitchen. At this point, the heavy gryphon had had her in there, squeezing and kneading over her form for about fifteen minutes as she struggles. He flings open up the fridge and pulls out a bit of cake. "How are you holding out in there sweetheart? Are you feeling like you need something a little more tasty to round out the meal? I know I am~" He teases with a bit of a laugh.

19:20 Sandy Caltron pants for breath inside of his crop as she feels herself simply rolled back and forth roughly by each jostling motion of wings; the space too tight to allow her much freedom. By time he lands she's weaker but at least given some leeway by his body relaxing again which soon leads to that fumbling, fleeting feeling of live, helpless prey writhing about. She's only faintly aware of outside, more aware of his movements if anything when they echo about her. "W..what? Haven't you eaten enough?", she gulps, half imagining someone else tumbling down.

19:29 GyroFeather gives a little snicker and in response takes a beakful of the cool sweet cake, savoring it for a couple seconds as he squishes it with hsi tongue, before then sending the sticky bolas down his throat. "THere's always room for dessert~" He responds, and then takes another bite of cake. Meanwhile, the first bit splatters down upon the cat's form, and the slimy thick texture is quickly spread across her body as the squeezing of the crop works around her. The sweet scent only adds to the sickly smell that lingers in the crop, perhaps even reawakening to the smell she might have found herself growing used to.

19:33 Sandy Caltron barely realises what's going on. To her the sound of eating cake is just a faint squish and glsch of moist shifting so far above. It's not until she hears a faint swallow that she realises something is up. "W..what..", she starts to gasp only to then cry out as the cake's form bursts out of the crop entrance to all but gush against her saliva and worse soaked form. "N..no!", she gulps at the simply display. He was eating food, she was going to be food too. Her breath catching as she finds herself being squeezed in against the mashed up cake.

19:45 GyroFeather laughs as he hears her desperate cries and brings a claw to trace along her squirming fighting form, giggling around his second beakful. He tilts his head up and sends another moist slimy bulge down his throat as he hears her cries. "What's the matter? Food all goes to the same place anyways. Who cares if gets a little mussed up before it gets there. I can send you on before I finish if you'd prefer~" He teases, "Or I can finish the rest of this cake before I gurgle you up, giving you a little bit longer. I'm starting to lean towards teh former though, so you may have to convince me~" The gryphon gives a loud cackle that pulses against the crop as he cuts himself yet another slice.

19:53 < Sandy> ( Mmph, and aptly I'm getting sleepy. )

19:54 < Gyro> (Well sleep if you'd like~ Its pretty fun so far, even this short bit :D

19:54 < Sandy> And fitting for a crop!

19:57 < Gyro> indeed, nice and snuggly

20:02 < Gyro> sleep well!

20:27 < Sandy> And I dozed off for a bit. Good night for now! *hugs*

20:27 < Gyro> nini!

20:27 < Gyro> *snugs back*