Tied Beneath a God

10 September 2018

21:27 < Gyro Feather> Ye~ Hmmm so any favorite ways of doing vore scenes? Is Aquilleo out hunting, or perhaps took someone home with him for some fun? Or, idk myriad of ideas.

21:29 < Aquilleo> Tbh

21:29 < Aquilleo> I don't RP that much, vore even less so.

21:29 < Aquilleo> I am really not that experienced with the whole situation part.

21:30 < Aquilleo> So I'd go with any of those ideas.

21:30 < Aquilleo> There's one idea though.

21:30 < Gyro Feather> whats that?

21:31 < Aquilleo> Some kind of uh, sacrificial thing.

21:34 < Gyro Feather> Hmmm alright~

21:35 < Aquilleo> I dunno. I like the idea of being worshiped.

21:35 < Aquilleo> Ego stroking.

21:39 Gyro Feather found himself strapped to a rock right below a large cliff face that rose high into the air. Several tightly tied vine ropes lashed him against the cold hard surface, forced to look upward towards where the great gryphon would come from the sky. Though, rather than looking excited to feed the tribe's god, he felt absolutely terrified, perhaps because he was just a visitor in this area, and not one of the natives. Into his feathers were woven strands of sweet sugar cane which leaked its dark brown sryup onto them, while several sliced fruits adorned his belly, ripening in the sun. On the ground around him lay a whole host of acid damnaged skeletons, giving th ebird pause.

21:48 Aquilleo was very familiar with the local tribes in the area, no doubt to having eaten many of their members. Rather than letting the beast roam free, they would offer one of their own chosen for the task. Some were even excited to do so, as gryphons were symbolic with their religion and thus the ultimate form of piety. Some where just perverts who got off on the thrill. Many, though, were terrified a the thought. They'd all end up as gryphon fat in the end, along with a pile of bone-filled shit as a grave. Aquilleo swooped in gracefully to the new sacrifice with a painful groan of his tummy. It'd been a while since he'd last eaten and was particularly famished! The offering this time was different, however. This one did not look like any of the local tribes people. He landed with a loud thud, a cloud of dust forming under his feet. The gryphon started at Gyro for a moment, drooling. "You're not from around here. No matter, you shall still be just as nourishing to my body." He said with an almost arrogant tone. This gryphon knew he was top dog around here.

21:50 < Gyro Feather> (how big is he comparatively anyways?

21:51 < Aquilleo> Looking at your stats, probably around 2 to 2.5 times as large.

21:57 Gyro Feather had heard tales of Aquilleo, but had yet to see him in the flesh, though all the tribes he'd been here to learn from seemed terrified of the beast. The evidence of why lay all around the ground around him, though, as the bones are scattered, and littered with brown dung. His attention is suddenly drawn skyward as the dart of a form grows larger and larger until it hits the earth hard enough to cause vibrations in his very boulder. The gryphon squirms harder on his rock, attempting fruitlessly to tear himself free, serving to only damage a couple of his feathers. The large form casts a dark shroud over his body, while the bird's eyes seek his fierce ones. "Wait! I'm not...and I"m a gryphon like you! Surely that kinship means you'll let me go."

22:03 < Aquilleo> I fucking hate this chat client so much.

22:03 < Gyro Feather> what do you use?

22:03 < Aquilleo> 1.0 now, 2 and 3 kick me out even more often.

22:03 < Aquilleo> Sorry. I was literally like 2 words from posting and now it's all lost.

22:04 < Gyro Feather> I use 3 on the desktop. The desktop client will preserve posts between DCs

22:04 < Aquilleo> I think I'll try typing it somewhere else and then copy/paste it.

22:04 < Aquilleo> I'll keep that in mind.

22:05 < Gyro Feather> [url=https://wiki.f-list.net/F-Chat_3.0]The link, if you wish.[/url]

22:05 < Aquilleo> I know. Lemme get my thoughts together and try and write that again...

22:05 < Gyro Feather> kk, sorry about all that

22:11 Aquilleo responded with a smirk, slowly approaching his prey. His stomach growled fiercely, desperate for food. Thankfully, dinner was served. "You don't understand, my prey," he said while using his talon-like hands to undue the bindings, "You are not a gryphon. You are now mine. Food, raw meat. A delicious morsel to sate my hunger." Aquilleo was drooling now. His long tongue snaked out from his beak to give Gyro a languid lick, savoring him. The loud, sharp groan of his hungry belly would certainly be audible to everyone in the vicinity. "Do not fret, you will be put to better use. Being part of me is an honor! Resisting will only cause you harm."

22:19 Gyro Feather feels a chill running down his spine as the gryphon notices the smirk upon his kinfold's beak, and the words that followed caused his heart to pound rapidly in his chest, as a cold sweat broke out beneath his feathers. He felt the splash of drool as it splashes out of his hungry maw, while the warm wetness is merely added to when the dark red tongue extracts his musky salty flavor that coats his feathers, leaving a dark trail in its wake. The bird whimpers slightly, and, as the first binding is removed, he presses his arm flat against the rock and twists away, which mearely causes his beak to thump int Aquilleo's feathered chest. "N-no...eat one of your subjects instead. Isnt it insulting that they dont wan tthe honor?"

22:30 Aquilleo finally loosed the last of Gryo's bindings, although he was hardly free. Replaced was a firm grip of talons and a large beak now suckling on his head. He was tired of talking, he needed food. "To be honest? I don't really care right now. I'm starving and you're delicious meat." Aquilleo continued his suckling for a moment to savor his meat, soon opting to be more aggressive. One of the first things Gryo would notice would be the gryphon's breath. It smelled of decay and death, a vile odor that couldn't be mistaken. It wasn't like he cared, anyone close enough to his beak was already dead meat. Aquilleo closed his eyes and relaxed, gluping the other gryphon down slowly. He lifted his head- Gryo now being held by being shoulder-deep in Aquilleo's mouth. With a few rocks of his head, he got the squirming snack to slowly slide into his hungry maw. Other than the smell and the humid heat, Gyro could hear the loud rumbling below in great volume. Only a bit more and he'd have made the plunge into the depths.

22:34 < Gyro Feather> (Guess you changed your mind about letting out that other prey eh? :P

22:35 < Aquilleo> (It's late, I'm already getting exhausted. Don't wanna drag it out too long. Sorry.)

22:39 < Gyro Feather> (Fair

22:45 Gyro Feather attempts to pull his head back once the sharp edges of the other's beak finds purchase upon his bright purple feathers, and only gets a momnte of reprieve as th eloud words of the larger bird boom in his earholes. The bird lets out a pitful squawk as this time, when he goes back in, that mouth closes around his own face, forcing him to smell the stale lunge burning odor of the other's breath, hot and humid of an unbrushed gullet with added odor of bile lingering behind it, and even if he tried to breathe through his mouth the prssure forced the foul blast up into his nasal passages. The taste of the drool as it leaked between the edges of his own beak was a bitter sour mixture, that left him gagging in the gullet. That same drool quite thoroughly coated his head feathers, leaving them flattened against his form. That first gulp drives him down into hte dark tunnel beyond, plunging him truly into darkness. while the snug sides of the beak force his claws down towards his sides. Regardless though, the bright blue wings flare, halting the process as they get wedged into the corners of his beak.