In the Cave of the Deragon

11 February 2017

03:10 GyroFeather gets cozy on deragon's snout, laying right between his eyes.

12:55 Deragon rumbles lightly, feeling that something has joined him during the night. Opening up his large eyes, the dragon can see the butt of a colorfull griffon sleeping on his head

12:56 GyroFeather coos softly in his sleep, making a steady trilling snore while his feathered rump wiggles in front of the large orbs

13:18 Deragon silently lifts his head up from where he was resting it and swings it over an outstreched wing. Slowly tilting his head down, the dragon slides the pretty griffon off of it and onto his wing.

13:22 GyroFeather slides off in his sleep over the slippery smooth scales till he plops down head first onto the wing. He lands like a trampoline atop it, bouncing a couple times before coming to rest. The bird jolts awake in the middle of this, and a flurry of feathers can be seen as he tries to orient himself.

13:31 Deragon snorts, ammused at the at the silly creature flailing around and sending a smokey gust over him. After GyroFeather had come to rest on the thick wing, it quickly lift up a few feet and dropped back down, boucing the griffon some more

13:35 GyroFeather takes a deep breath of the smokey air that surrounds him, carrying with it some of the sulfer from the dragon's breath and then coughs a couple times. While he's distraced with that, he finds himself falling again, bouncing down agains the wing. The bird slowly begins to get his bearings as he stares up at the massive beast.

13:48 Deragon stares right back at the puny griffon and 'smiles', showing off his rows of sharp teeth. "Hello.." the dragon rumbed out, his voice deep and rough "I wasn't exepecting a visitor" From GyroFeather's perspective, he could see right into the dragon's mouth as he talked, which also sent a breeze warm, hummid and foul mornning breath washing over him.

13:58 GyroFeather gives a half chuckle as he stares up at the dragon, looking deep into the pink quivering maw beyond, where large globs of saliva drip down from the ceiling. The dragon's breath is enough to make his face wrinkle up while he gives another cough. The scent of his breath certainly carried with it the fact that the dragon was a meat eater, not that with the large shart teeth he could see, would that have been lost on the bird. "Oh...hello...I didnt realize I was sleeping on anything other than a cliff..." the bird says bringing a talon up to the back of his head to rub his feathers.

14:15 < GyroFeather> (boop)

14:17 Deragon tilts his head slightly at the griffon, trying to decide if this creature wasn't smart, or lieing... Glaring at GyroFeather and moving his head slightly closer to him, the dragon rumbled and with a hint of annoyance, "Do I just look like a plain stone cliff to you?"

14:23 GyroFeather shivers and shrinks back into the wing as the head gets closer to him. The voice booms in his ears, leaving them ringing as he speaks while the walls of wind threaten to toss him from his perch upon the wing. The gryphon folds his crest down and lowers his head in a display of submissiveness. "N-no...not right now oh great dragon...but while you were asleep...well its a mistake that I obviously did meak..."

14:41 < GyroFeather> (lick)

14:43 < Deragon> (Sorry, trying to figure what direction to go and wording and stuff)

14:43 < GyroFeather> (Alright ^^ I'm probably donw for w/e too)

14:51 Deragon snorts, and continues slow cooking the griffon with smoke "A mistake you will hopefully not make again. You should be greatful you found a kind dragon. Otherwise without a gift, you would end like other lesser creatures. A quick snack."

14:56 GyroFeather can feel beads of swead dripping down underneath his feathers and fur and then nods his head up at the dragon. "R-right...I'm very grateful for that certainly. But since I have found a kind dragon, perhaps you dont mind me lingering here for a bit longer? It looks like its going to rain outside and I'd rather not get caught in the storm.

15:14 Deragon glances out and notices a pretty heavy storm rolling in and considers the thought for a moment before nodding his massive head. "You may stay in my cave... but do not push my kindness." Motioning with his large head, the dragon points deeper into the dark cave "I suggest you head inside"

15:23 GyroFeather nods his head and then looks down into the dark cavern beyond. The gryphon stands there for a moment on the wing, hoping that he might be ferried along, before realizing that perhaps that's not gonna happen. The bird nods his thanks and says, "I'm humbled that you are willing to let me stay here." Gyro takes to his wings and makes his way a little deeper into the cave, with his eyes straining in the dim light.

15:34 Deragon wasn't a bed and certainly wasn't a ferry. The dragon got up turned around, following the griffon in from the cave's enterance. The light situation certinaly didn't get better once Deragon was crawling his way in, the tunnel in was only just bigger then the dragon's own body and sound of large footsteps and scales scraping against stone sent echos through the air. Soon, GyroFeather could feel hot breath ruffling his feathers from behind, the bird's slow speed holding up the dragon.

15:47 GyroFeather was rather slow moving in the dark as he didnt want to accidentally trip over a boulder and get crushed by the footsteps of the creature. The feathers along the bakc of his neck rise as he smells and feels a famliiar breath upon hte back of his neck, drawing a sharp breath from the bird. He picks up his speed, makes it about 100 yards, and then catches his foot on a rock. The bird tumbles ot the ground with a oof, feeling pained where the wind was knocked out of him.

16:02 Deragon kept up with the bird the entire time, his heavy footsteps a constant reminder of the massive creature right behind him. When the griffon tripped and fell, Deragon did not stop moving forward, one more footstep and the hot breath of the dragon was washing over the feathery creature. A rough and somewhat quishy tougne licked over GyroFeather, rolling him against the hard ground for a moment before dragging him up into a caverous maw. Inside the griffon would have trouble orienting as with every step of the dragon the chamber bounced and rolled.

16:11 GyroFeather squeals as he feels himself licked up into the maw of the creature, surrounded in the hot dripping goop htat lined the chamber. The tongue felt bumpy beneath his feet as he brushes against the large tastebuds of the creature, pulling off the earthy taste of poultry. Each time he attemtps to stand, the bird ends up faceplanting against the slippery muscle, ensuring that he's heavily coated in the drool of the dragon. He's knocked off the tongue towards the edge of the mouth by a bump, casuing him to splash down into one of the viscous puddles below. "Ewwww...." he complains, while the entire time he's bathed in the scent of the past meals of the beast. He'd certainly be smelling like this for ages.

16:31 Deragon continued on as he normally would, at quite a quicker pace then before though. Deragon left his little passanger to himself while he walked, ammused at the ammount he was moving around. Once the dragon made it to the main chamber of his home and stopped, his tounge took more of an interest in his little bit of poultry. It curled down, pulling GyroFeather out from the building pool of saliva at the bottom of his mouth and rolled him around, pressing the bird between squishy tounge and firm flesh. Ensuring that ever inch of his body was throughly licked and investigated by the slippery organ. After a few minutes of toying, the dragon's head titlted downward and GyroFeather found himself using the tongue as a slide and landing on a puddle on a cool smooth floor. A blinding fireball emerged from Deragon's maw a second later and shot across the room, igniting a warm fire and bathing the chamber in flickering orange light. The dragon lay against one curved wall of the room, on the opisite was the fire and a half of a carcass from last night's dinner. The entire space was probably just big enough for Deragon to spread his wings inside

16:41 GyroFeather sputters out the saliva that had filled his beak with its bitter slimy juice as he's lifted up out of the water by the tongue. "Thank y----uggghhhh" the bird suddenly finds himself compressed the top the dragon's mouth, into the ridges, forcing his breath from his lungs. The bird's feathers tickle and flail as he's tossed around like some piece of candy. He felt the tongue pushing its tip up against his sensitive tail hole and rolling over his balls causing a steady growing of his nethers, which then add a new slippery pre taste to his form. He feels his bones creak underneath the exorcise while his joints ache, before finally he's dropped about ten feet down onto the stone floor. His wet body hits the ground with a splat, throwing bits of saliava everywhere. The flash of light blinds him, but then he begins to get to his feet once agian, finally, moving over towards the roaring fire. he spreads his wings out, letting the saliva dry and encrust his form, hopefully to also drive away the smell. "Ugghhh that was positively foul in there..." He grumbles. His eyes wander over to the remains of another large creature, perhaps an oversized bear from teh woods, drawing a shudder to the gryphon's body.

16:54 Deragon laughs from hearing the comment from across the room, the loud and not very pleasent sound echoing off the stone walls "It was quite nice for me, such wonderfull flavor with a hint of salt..." noticing what his guest was looking at, the dragon smirked "Feel free to dinner"

16:54 < Deragon> (Brb, going to go shower)

17:02 GyroFeather shudders and tryies to push the description out of his mind while the sound of the dragon's voice echos around him. He was begining to get second thoughts about coming here, but he has a feelign should he try to reject the other's hospitality now, htere may be consequences. "If you're sure..." he says hesitantly, befor emaking his way over to the thing. He pulls off a couple large bites of meat and gulps them down. Hmmm quite the pleasant flavor.

17:12 Deragon watches the griffon and nods approvingly, watching the much small creature tear off chunks of meat and swallow them raw, the correct way. The dragon would certainly be disapointed for GyroFeather to leave so shortly, the larger and better creature has been nothing but kind, if a bit teasing. Occasionally a rumble of thunder could be heard making it's way though the enterance of the cave, deep in the moutain it was rather cosy, a warm fire and large dragon certainly putting out a lot of heat. "I hope you are finding it more pleasent here, then in a storm" He rumbled, laying his head down while continuing to watch

17:27 GyroFeather swallows down a couple more bites of meat as a way to distract himself from having to respond to the questions of the dragon for a moment. He can hear the loud rumble of thunder outside, echoing even this deep into the cave. His body was finally dry now, though the saliva crusted over the top of it, making his movements crunch and crinkle as the bonds are broken. "Oh...its pretty nice in here, certainly better than being out in the pooring rain, and the company is nice."

17:52 < GyroFeather> (Boop)

17:57 < Deragon> (op)

17:57 Deragon rumbles lightly "I don't have company often... it's not the worst and they can be amusing" he says with a snort

18:07 GyroFeather hmms and lashes his tail back behind him, turning to look back up a the dragon. Strange shadows dance over the other in the firelight, espeically with the light seeming to strain to reach all of his form. "Not the worst? So...I take it you generally dont enjoy having company over?"

18:14 Deragon stared at the griffon silhouetted by the fire behind him "Most company isn't here in good terms. Comes with being a dragon"

18:23 GyroFeather nods his head at that and asks, "So...then do you consider me to be here under good terms? Also...I thought dragons had hoards? I dont think I've seen any gold in here..." he comments, glancing around the cavern.

18:33 Deragon snorts out smoke, which slowly rises to the dark ceiling "/That/ is in a safer place. Which is where most visitors leave good terms, stealing." The dragon hisses out

18:35 GyroFeather winces at the hiss, drawing back into the shadows all the while shaking his head. "N-no I didnt mean...I was just curious. I wouldnt dream of taking something from such a hospitible dragon as yourself," he argues. The bird then edges back into the light to sit near the warmth of the fire.

18:42 Deragon glares "I hope you would not dare take something from any dragon... but unless you do. Yes, these are good terms."

18:46 GyroFeather nods his head at the comment and sprawls out next to the fire, finally feeling himself become further relaxed. "Mmm well good, I'd like for them to remain this way."

18:59 Deragon nods his head while standing up and making his way closer to GyroFeather on the other side of the chamber "Agreed" the dragon rumbed out. Seeing that the griffon had eaten his fill, the dragon leaned down and picked up the leftover carcass with his jaws. With a strong bite which was filled with the sound of bones snapping and crushing, as what was left of the creature lost all form, it disappeared down his throat with a single gulp.

19:04 GyroFeather winces as he hears the loud snap and crack of bones, looking just a little bit unsettled at the dragon's eating habbits. At least it seemed taht he wasnt the one on the menu this afternoon, not that he'd make more than a minor snack. His eyes follow the large bulge as it makes the way down deragons' throat before disapearing into his chest. Even from here he could hear the power behind the swallow. At least he was clean enough, and no bits of saliva or blood rained down while the dragon ate above him.

19:13 Deragon really had the best eating habbits, he just eats every part he can! The dragon licks his lips to collect and stray juices, though due to the time the meal had been sitting there, any blood was simply pooled on the the smooth stone floor. Which was easliy fixed with a couple of licks with a dragon's tonuge, which of course his bird guest had a very nice sight off. After Deragon was satisfied everthing was clean, the laid back down, only this time close to the griffon, with his head resting a bout a head's length away. If GyroFeather looked around more, he would see another tunnel where the dragon was laying before.

19:26 GyroFeather makes a face as the dragon leans over and licks up the blood that pooled upon the floor and turns his head away to not watch it. Still the image of the dripping pink forked tongue lingers in his mind, especially with the drips of saliva that link it with the stone floor. As the dragon lays back down though, the bird's eyes are drawn over towards the tunnel at the far end of the cave. Gyro steals a couple looks at the large dragon to see if he's paying much attention, before then getting up and slowly making his way towards the new tunnel.

19:34 Deragon would of course notice GyroFeather moving as there wasn't much left in the chamber other then the two and the fire. Deragon doesn't react any though, simply watching with large orbs to see if the bird will disappear down the tunnel

19:36 GyroFeather does so wander down the tunnel. He really has no intention of trying to steal anything, but the gryphon was insanely curious about what sort of wealth such a mighty dragon had burried in his cave. The bird's tail sways behind him as he runs off in silence.

19:41 Deragon watched as he slipped away, despite the tunnel being much shorter then the main enterence, the light of the fire did not cast deep inside which would leave GyroFeather in near total darkness within a dragon's length. Which means the griffon wouldn't notice that the tunnel also forked

19:45 GyroFeather gets a little nervous as he's pluned into pitched black darkness. He stands there for a good while, hoping that his eyes would adjust to the dim cavern, and eventually they do, but not enough to notice the fork in the road. The gryphon steadily plods on in the near inky blackness, though the thought of turning back is right there in the back of his mind the entire time.

19:53 Deragon considers how long to wait before going after the bird... Meanwhile Gyro would be continuing on a rather winding path, the air gets cooler and damper the further in he goes and the darkness became complete, removing any sense of sight. Eventually it sounds like he enters an open chamber. Depending how careful the griffon was, he may step right off a ledge and make a watery splash.

20:00 GyroFeather once he finds that the cave has become to dark to even see an inch in front of his face, ends up turning back around, or at least attempting to turn back around, but in this inky blackness its rather hard to figure out where he's going. "Dragon! Dragon! I went on a walk and got loo-----" * splash* The grypon crashes down into the pool, feeling the icy cold waters rushign around him. The gryphon starts to flail, losing his mind in shock while he tries to somehow get himself up and out of the water.

20:12 Deragon figures the screams he can hear echoing through the caves means it is a good time, and enters in the tunnel after the griffon. It didn't take long for the dargon to snake through to the chamber GyroFeather was splashing around in, but for the one traped in cold and pitch black water I felt like a very long time. Entering into the roomy cave, Deragon rumbled and sent out another carefully place fireball to ignite a fire, while blinding for the bird, the cave would soon come into focus. The 'pool' was closer to a small underground lake, which was big enough for the dragon to fit into and then some. Infront of the splashing bird was a rocky wall which provided plenty of handhelds and stones to grab onto, but getting out would be a 10 foot climb. With a snort, the dragon looked at his guest "Smart"

20:20 GyroFeather gasps as he feels the bright light illuminating the rest of the chamber and pratically burning at his eyes. It takes him about a minute to adjust, but hten the gryphon manages to climb up the side of the cliff high enough that he turns and jumps and catches wind. Even in the stale air he manages to force his way up back onto the platform the dragon was on. "Thanks, thanks, I thought I was a gonner there...I shouldnt have gone off exploring on my own...especially without a torch," he admits, shaking himself and throwing water all over the floor.

20:29 Deragon rolls his eyes, and leans his head down towards the griffon "In the dark... and especially without asking first" he rumbles "Not something a guest should do"

20:30 GyroFeather sighs and turns to wring out his tail onto the ground. "Well I just didnt want to wake you. It looked as if you might have been about to fall asleep again, and that would have been even ruder to do as a guest."

20:34 Deragon snorts, ruffling GyroFeather with a hot gust "Not wandering around while your host slept would be smarter"

20:37 GyroFeather fans his wings out, feeling the warm air catch on his wings and dry the water out as he speaks. "Well...I mean at least I've managed to get lucky enough end up clean of your drool from earlier, but ya, perhaps that was a dumb."

20:53 Deragon sighs, wondering why he is resisting the urge to eat this bird "I can fix that. Maybe permanently since you are not being a respectfull guest"

20:54 < GyroFeather> alas, I'm gonna pause it for now ^^;

20:54 < Deragon> (kk)

19:04 < GyroFeather> (Trills softly in Deragon's cavern!

19:07 < Deragon> (Roars, deafening GyroFeather)

19:11 GyroFeather shivers at the threat and ducks his dripping tail between his legs. "R-right...there's no need for that. I was rather curious to see what sort of hoard such a maginificent creature as yourself had, but maybe some other time. "

19:19 Deragon lowers his head, his snout almost touching GyroFeather's head "I'm not seeing the need not to" the dragon slowly says, his tongue flicking just far enough out to graze the griffon's feathers "Your interests seem the same as a common thef."

19:26 GyroFeather shudders and shakes his head vigorously. "No no I promise, dragon, I'm not ineterested in taking home any of your treasure. What's yours is yours. You can even soupervise me." He takes a step back, though now his hinds are teetering at the edge of the cliff once more, and easily within the reach of the tongue should Deragon intend to go after him.

19:30 < Deragon> (I should ask, as it is a new day, if you have any preferance with directions)

19:30 < GyroFeather> (nah, take it as you will ^^)

19:49 Deragon pulls his scaley lips back, showing off his large teeth to the griffon who was mear feet away. "Well then..." the dragon 'whispered', although his voice was still plenty loud enough. Tenses seconds went by, before the large snout lowered down, jaw touching the stone floor. "Get on"

19:52 GyroFeather looked plenty frightened and cowed as he stood there, shaking beneath the large dragon, praying that he hadnt overstepped his bounds."Of course...thats only if you would be so kind. I can always just leave if you'd prefer...." He says to fill the silence. The tenseness leaves him for the moemtn as the snout lowers, and Gyro scrambles on top before the dragon changes his mind. "I promise you, I'll behave."

20:14 Deragon does't respond to the griffon on his nose, instead he turns around and starts towards to dark tunnel, the light of the fire fading behind. Hopefully GyroFeather had a good grip on the scalely snout, as the dragon moved quickly through the winding cave, making several turns that were disorienting to his passanger in the complete darkness. It was clear from the echoing foot steps that they were in another open area when Deragon came to a stop. A somewhat familiar fireball errupted from the dragon and ripped across the room to light it. So close to his mouth, his bird got very toasty. In the middle of the smaller room was a large pile, almost half the dragon's standing high, it was composed of gold, silver, copper and some oddly pastel colors.

20:14 < Deragon> (Sorry for being slow, people)

20:20 < GyroFeather> (you're fine, I'm also doing a thing w/ skies)

20:24 GyroFeather holds tight to the snout as he's carried thorugh the twists and turns of the passageways taht make up the direction to the chamber. He gives up keeping track after only a couple, instead relazing on the snout with his eyes closed. THe bird squawks as he feels the heat of the fireball this time, finding a coupld of his feathers singed. And then moments later he's dazzled by the large piles of loot taht the creature had accumulated. "I guess...this is why you're so big isnt it? You've managed quite the hoard." He flutters down off the snout and lands at the base of teh pile, looking up at it. One item amongst it that catches his eye is a jeweled collar that seemed off to the side. The bird felt rather tempted to rashly go pick it up and examine it, but glances back to the dragon as if to ask permission to actually approach on the gold.

20:33 Deragon snorts and laughts 'quietly' from GyroFeather's comment "That is only for young dragons. Size isn't all horde." Deragon watches the griffon closely, his large blue eyes locked on the feathery creature like a hawk. Seeing the look, he nods his head slightly, as long as he was watching, he was okay with a closer look.

20:40 GyroFeather flares his wings and flutters up to the spot along the pile. He picks up the strange jeweled collar, feeling almost compelled to put it on. In fact he probably was being so, though only the dragon would know what sort of magic it contained. Before the other can say anything though, the clasps it into place around his neck and then puffs up to show off himself to Deragon. "Ahh is that how it works?I didnt know much about you magnificent creatures." The bird's demanor grows all the more docile in the presence of hte large creature, as the tendrils of magic work a sense of assurance into his mind.

20:52 Deragon wasn't entirely sure on exact the effects of the collar. The dragon had added it to his hoard a few years ago, however he did know that it would cause whoever was wearing it to latch onto whoever they saw next, clouding judgement, making them want the other and leaving the wearer almost completly obedant at times. All facts Deragaon failed to mention, he did say guests could be amusing at times. Cracking the smirk, he nodded "Most don't learn anything else about us other then the fire breathing. It is sad" he rumbles, with a somewhat gentle tone for a beast his size.

20:58 GyroFeather nods his head and then flutters up to the top of the mound so that he could stand on nearly equal ground with the dragon's head and then flicks his tail and wiggles his rump in a courting manner, despite the obvious size differences between teh two of them. "Oh well...I know you are wise and I knew a little bit of dragon hoard mechanics anyways...that counts for something right?" He asks, puffing up his chest once more. Something about the dragon seemed all the more alluring than he could recall even minutes ago.

21:07 Deragon did have shiny scales that reflected the dancing fire beautifully. The dragon swishes his tail behind him, causing it to rub against the stone floor noisily and stepped closer to the horde pile, flicking his tonuge out at GyroFeather. "Knowing something is better then nothing, and acknowledging the wisdom one better then you is worth a lot." the dragon replies, almost a rumble of a gravel purr in the back of his voice.

21:12 GyroFeather coos softly and flutters his wings as the warm voice of the dragon rumbles through his body, bringing with it a warm glow. The gryphon, against his better judgement in normal times, flops to his side upon the pile of gold, shifting so that he can show his slightly plump sheath beneath him while making eye contact with the creature. "Indeed~ Keep serenating me with your words oh mighty dragon. I wish to learn~"

21:31 Deragon sits infront of the large pile and leans his head over it, close enough so his breath was just ruffling the griffon's feathers "We are long lived, more years then lessor creatures could dream of. However, most others will never see one of us and even less get close or even get to touch our warm scaly bodies." The dragon pauses for a few seconds and then shakes his head, before reaching out with a claw, carefully running it along GyroFeather's side "It is a shame... if only those lessor creatures saw us not as monsters, but the superiors we are."

21:36 GyroFeather takes a deep inhale of the fetid scent of the dragon's breath, and yet, that seemed to only make the gryphon desire him even more. HIs sheath slowly extrudes his shaft as he rolls his hips forward int he air. The whole thing was rather sensual, and as the large claw gently brushes up against his side, he shudders. "Mmmm indeed, it is only fitting that such an unworthy creature as me worshipped the ground you walked upon," he trills flicking his tail back and forht behind him. The little gryphon was like putty to the dragon's words, ready to act and be molded as he saw fit.

21:44 Deragon slide his claw against the other side of GyroFeather's body, as the dragon rumbles "It would be fitting yes... however I think it would be acceptable to worship my body directly." The large claw moved around the small body and pressed against the griffon's pink shaft with it's smooth curved backside.

21:53 GyroFeather gasps as the talon reaches his shaft now and then arches his hips out against the warm smooth surface. His body shakes from the words as the noise rushes through him before the gryphon gives him a nod. "Anything you wish, oh great wise one~" His own shaft reaches full mast now, exposing his comparatively tiny length to the dragon.

22:12 Deragon nods his head "As you volunteered" another claw join his first, athough now they pinch the griffon's fragile body between them and lift him off the pile of gold. While GyroFeather was in trasnport, Deragon's tongue snaked out and gave a very long and wet teasing lick to his little shaft with it's bumpy surface. With a massive, echoing and solid thud, the dragon fell into a laying position on the smooth stone floor, which was indeed rather comfortable thanks to a lack of back spines. The griffon found himself being place onto the dragon's wide a smooth belly scales, which radiated a soothing heat. He was well past the halfway point of his stomach and staring right between the creature's colossal rear legs, where a tapered shaft lay, not at it full height, but thicker then his servent's entire body. "Prove your worth, bird"

22:17 < GyroFeather> (I'm nodding off, we'll have to continue this later, but am enjoying it! Hope you are too
[23:47:19] [23.07.17] -*- GyroFeather quivers in excitement between the two claws as they cup him where he can feel their strength againts his fragile body. There's a shudder as the warm tongue presses up against his hsaft and then over the rest of his body as the size difference made it rather imprecise, coating him in the warm fetid drool. He gives a soft coo of delight before finding himself deposited amongst the warm belly scales. There, standing before him, was a large throbbing shaft, and he makes his way over to it. The gryphons lips waste deep into the slit before using his claws to scale the sensitive flesh. His wings cup around it as do his claws as he begins to stroke his body up and down the thick object. His own sjaft presses into the giving flesh of the dragon, while Deragon's saliva provides a useful slickness between the two.

23:58 Deragon rumbles approvingly, maybe his visitor would prove a welcome guest after all. The massive of pillar of flesh was brought to attention at the stimulation from his griffon's work, it began to stiffen more, lifting it's fleshy mass from the belly scales and angling upward, providing more a challenge for his bird to handle. Grinning his toothy maw, the dragon looked down at the ecstatic griffon, seemly willing to do anything for him, making the large creature consider how far to push him while his thoughts were clouded by a lustful haze. Large claws slide their way down to his shaft, wrapping themselves around the base and encouraging his visitor to focus on the upper half.

00:04 GyroFeather begins to slide down as his grip becomes a little more precarious on the large shaft with it growing both wider and taller. But, once the large claw wraps around the base, he's able to stand on the highest finger and when he reached his wings up, his primaries could reach the very tip of the head, where the warm pre drizzled down onto his body. Gyro purrs loudly, wtih a rumble that reaches into the flesh before him ahile his tail swishes back and forth. Things were starting to stick now under the frcition though, and so the gryphon tilts his head up to meet his master's gaze. "Could you giv me a little more drool?" He asks, with a smile upon his beak.

00:17 Deragon felt a smile come to his lips at the innocent request, the dragon's massive body begins to shift on the stone floor, scales almost effortless gliding as he forced himself against the curved wall of the cavern and bringing him to a half sitting position. Bringing his head closer to his small gryphon, he chuckles "Of course, since you asked for it~" The dragon's head quickly got closer, his long flexible neck allowing him to get right up to the tip of his own cock, and the cock on it. His long slimy tongue slithered out and started to wrap around his length, enveloping the griffon with it. The rough and bumpy mass of muscle rubbing Gyro tight against the length, retreating back into the dragon's maw and leaving his griffon a slobbering mess. "Is that enough drool?" he asks, cocking his head at the tiny bird as if it truly was a question.

00:29 < GyroFeather> (Bah, my connection dropped twice >.>

00:29 < Deragon> (rip internet, did you get last post?)

00:29 < GyroFeather> (ye, but didnt get to read it yet

00:35 GyroFeather shivers, even under the control of the matress nearly involuntarily as the jaws full of razor sharp teeth as large as he is nears his body, followed by the hot meaty breath that wafts out over his form, leaving him scrunching his face at the scent. His ears rumble from the loud booming noise as the dragon pseaks, sending a blast that threatens to knock him off the shaft. THen the tongue extends and smothers him as it curls around him. The drool is so thick and full that it gets into his face, making it diffiuclt to breath. The bumps drag along his back, ruffling his feathers and his fur as he lets out a squeak. And yet, he felt his shaft throbbing even harder from teh stimulation. The gryphon's motion begins to pick up as soon as the embrace of the tongue falls off of him. 'Yes! Yes I'm no longer dragging on you now~ Cant you feel it?" His feathers dance over the soft flesh as he circles around it, moving to get every inch.

00:44 Deragon watched his his visitor cheerfully started back up once he could move, so well behaved! With the tongue's much more stimulating addition, the shaft pulsed up to it's full height, there was still a small amount of give in the skin, but behind that was rock hard dragon flesh. Nodding his head, "I can feel it, indeed. I want to feel it more though~" The large claws started to inch their way up the shaft, letting the griffon get better access to the more sensitive tip, which was now drooling out bucket loads of pre, a large amount of which was running right over GyroFeather.

00:53 GyroFeather feels himself lifting up as the claw platform beneath his paws rises. The smell of musk rises as he grows ever closer to the source, drving his mind crazy as he find shimself coated in that along with the drool. Finally, the bird reaches head level with the entrance to the shaft, and his head rushes forward. THere's a long lick as his beak pushes into the slit. The subsequent burst coats his feathers in more of the sticky substance as a reward. All the while Gyro is grinding himsel into the shaft, taking care not to get himself too aroused before his master lets his own load off. The bird coos gently and shouts, "Am I doing enough for you master?~"

01:07 Deragon feel his shaft bounce lightly with pleasure at the tiny licks at his slit and nods his massive head, "Yes... keep it up though and hold tight~" he says with a snort. With that the toothy maw opens in front of Gyrofeather and advances towards him, rows of sharp teeth pass over the smaller creature as the dragon takes his own shaft into his mouth. The gryphon and tip of the shaft stop halfway in, pressing down on the tongue as it begins wrapping along the length like much like before, only this time leaving the tip open for the Griffon to do what he wishes.

01:12 GyroFeather grips tighter as he's commanded and feels his heart begining to race as the maw comes down around the shaft, casting him into a dim light that springs in through cracks in the teeth. The gryphon shudders as he's surrounded by the fetid meaty breath of the dragon and secures himself even better within the maw. His The tongue beneath him allows him to clime up even more so that his belly rests up on the head. His wings extend down to the sides, dancing over the sensitive flesh of the head while his tail curls around it as best as he can. He can feel the tongue shfting down beneath him as he moves, making it somewhat difficult to keep balance.

01:24 Deragon rumbles lightly, the hot dragon's breath tinged with the scent of smoke flowed around the griffon. His tongue rubs against, squeezing the length of his shaft, causing it to bounce and move, drooling more pre, while his excellent little visitor provides the special touch. The delicate feathers were a sharp contrast to what the dragon as used to. The unique stimulation against his head brought forth the end to the fun. The tongue quickly tightened around the shaft, causing it to jerk up, a second later erupted a volcano of hot and sticky cum, almost scalding to the touch, pouring out and jetting into the massive maw.

01:28 GyroFeather breaths in the warm intoxicating smokey scent, despite the way it burned slightly at his lungs. He rubs even faster now, and reaches his own climax just before that of the dragon. He adds a small splattering of his seed before the fountain shoots up,right against his chest. He lasts there for only a second before the pressure sends him rocketing upwards. He contacks the roof of the dragon's mouth and sticks there as the hot sticky seed glues well enough with his feathers and the drool, congealing into a mess. The temperature stings at his body, and yet it keeps ocoming, splattering him with the hot cum.

01:42 Deragon let out what seemed to be an endless torrent of cum to his small friend, ropes of it shot out, battering him the viscous fluid, ensuring that the griffon got an ample tasting in the process. A pool of the sticky white fluid had formed in the bottom of the dragon's maw by the time his orgasm finally died down, signaled also by a deep breath getting sucked down into his throat, pulling cool air though the mouth and over his griffon, still plastered to the roof. Letting out a long and hot sigh, the slithering tongued licked along the messy length of his shaft, cleaning it before pulling his head back, his jaw closing in turn and leaving Gyrofeather to steep in the hot, humid cavern. The in pitch blackness, the griffon couldn't see what was coming, only hear a wet slick sound before the massive tongue scrapped him off the roof, letting him splash down in the pool at the bottom of his mouth.

01:57 GyroFeather finds his beak filled with the musky fluid as it shoots up into his face, forcing his mouth open. Theres enough pressure that it forces itself down his gullet, leaving his bely swollen with a fiar amoun of cum while the whole experience drives him wild. Eventually though, the whole area goes dar, as the mouth closes, though in his afterglow and colla haze, the gryphon pays it no mind, instead cooing gently into the darkness. There's a momentarily squeal though, as the toungue drags over his body and causes him to fall a couple feet down into the squishy muscles belwo. He sits in a deep pool of saliva that is just shy of an uncomfortable temperature. THe floor moves with life, reminding him that he's in a dragon's mouth, not that he particularly needed it. He swims to the surface of the thick liquid and sputters while his body renews the taste ofhis own cum.

02:08 Deragon feels the small creature moving on his tongue, the massive muscle shows off it's nibble powers as it finds and wraps up Gyrofeather tightly, before his head tilts back and a massive gulp could be heard, muffled from the layer of tongue. With his maw emptied down his gullet, the tongue unwrapped his tasty friend, allowing him to fall once more. With a pleased rumble, Deragon rolled the griffon around with his tongue, rubbing him against his check and the ribbed roof of his mouth until he was satisfied that his servant was clean. A blinding light flooded in as his maw opened, tongue slipping out to disposit the feathery creature on his warm chest scales, which were sure to dry him out quickly. "Mmmmmm" the massive creature rumbled "You should stay for longer then just tonight."

02:20 GyroFeather suqirms as the tongue wraps him up, but fortunatly fails to make his way out of it at the loud swallow. The pressure differential pops his ears and sucks the breath from his lungs for several seconds before he's able to breath once again when the air returns to the chamber. He breathes sigh of relief before collapsing again. This provides him little relief though, as his body is rubbed up agains the hard ridges, leaving him feeling a little bruised from the treatment. By the time the dragon is done, hsi fur and feathers are a complete mess and dishelved. THe blinding light leaves him sheilding his eyes, till he plops down upon the scales wtih a wet thwack. The gryphon lingers there in the long warmth and nods his head at the comment. "Yes, I'll stay as long as you'll have me, master," the gryphon offers with a flick of his tail. He feels exhausted however and sprawls onto his back with his wings splayed out.

02:22 Deragon reaches a claw down to gently stroke his griffon's chest, a grin forming on his lips "That may be for a while. You will enjoy it though~"