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The time of year was beautiful for exploring ruins in the deep jungles of Arrenthen. A temple had recently been found in the southwest region, and Kagero had funded an expedition to investigate. He had hired on a team of five friends and fellow explorers including two deft felines – one male and one female – for precision work, one male canine for strength, one avian for exploration, and one other human for the deftness of fingers.
Humans weren't common in Arrenthen, which was a nation comprised mostly of avian and felines. It was a good thing he brought two of his team that would fit in as locals, because it seemed to make the red tape disappear when setting up camp.
Their temporary habitation was in a clearing between a gentle stream and the treeline. According to Koary – the avian of the team – the temple was about a half hour's trek from their base camp. However, the trip there had drained them and the sun was falling over the mountains to the west, leaving them with little room, time, or energy to visit the temple. That was fine, Kagero had brought books to read and an MP3 player to keep himself occupied in the mean time.
In his own personal tent, he unrolled his sleeping bag, fluffed up a pillow, and plucked a book from his waterpoof rucksack to sleep to. He hung a single light from the side of the tent and opened the tome to his favorite chapter: Ceylon the Dalonian Goddess of Transformation.
Ancient texts and holy books throughout various cultures were notoriously inconsistent and unreliable when telling the tales of the Old Mountain Gods, but there were certain details that were the same throughout the ages. One of those universal truths among every sub-variation of the mythology was the titles of each of the gods and their personality.
Ceylon – a chimeric gryphon, was the mother of transformation magic, and had a notorious reputation as a trickster who engaged with mortals on a regular basis. She was also said, in some texts, to consume her worshippers. Kagero theorized that this was to keep her young and maintain her powers of transformation. It was a popular theory, and he had written a book about the 'truth behind the Old Mountain Gods', and he hoped this expedition would reveal more truths or at least more backing evidence to support his claims.
He had an entire text with information about Ilorek, Olfrin, Talba, Venosa, and Satsierra. They were the godfathers and goddesses of Alchemy, Physical magic, the land, the seas, and the sky. But it was the more intimate magics that Kagero found interesting. It was Leera the goddess of the body, Valencia the goddess of the mind, Vaulix the godfather of curation, and of course Ceylon the goddess of transformation.
Much of Kagero's research led him to believe these dieties were once alive. Their documented powers and history were just beyond the threshold of what was readily possible with the combination of science, technology, and magic, so their feats were plausible in theory. If they truly were immortal, omnipotent beings, they would still theoretically roam the lands, and a discovery of a temple such as this would be as good a place as any to search for those truths.
After reading and rereading the texts on the more interesting of the gods, Kagero gently shut the book and laid back on his sleeping bag, head resting on the pillow. He stared at the inside of the tent and focused on the creaking and chirping of insects in the jungle and the gentle trickle of water bounding over rocks in the current. Even with the steady drone of bugs, the land felt empty, silent. No birds were chirping, no rumbling of larger creatures stomping around, no splashing of beasts playing or cleaning in the nearby stream. Just a gentle, persistent hum accented by the bubbling sound of running water.
His mind wandered as he felt the relaxation of sleep creep up on him, and his thoughts drifted to the gryphon goddess Ceylon. Real or not, she was great fodder for his fantasies and fetishes. Tonight, his naughty bits tingled with the thought of disappearing, head first into her beak, feeling her soft throat muscles clench down around him as his naked form was sucked and forced into her belly. If he was so lucky, he'd be sacrificed for her continued existence, his life energy submitted to her as an offering.
The thoughts that swirled in his head urged his member to engorge, pitching a tent in his pants even within his tent at the camp site. He hastily unzipped and pulled himself free of his khakis, a cool slickness dotting the tip of his cock. His palm smeared the bead of precum all over his head, the subtle sensations tingling in his crotch as he stroked himself.
Though he was enjoying himself – the fantasy quite effective – he quickly found his mind drifting into something a bit more daring. He felt an unconscious, driving urge to get closer to the temple to do this. It probably wasn't the safest thing to do in the night, but few creatures were active at night in these regions, and he had a flare gun. His companions were all dead asleep by the time he felt this desire and completely drained of energy, so even if they heard him they would likely just assume he was relieving himself.
Kagero zipped his pants back up and unzipped the door to his tent, checking to see if anyone was awake or alert. There was a smoldering pile of embers and wood where the campfire was, but other than that, no activity.
He quickly packed up his bag with the book, a flare gun, a compass, some jerky, and the bottle of lube he'd brought just in case, then took a moment to tie up his boots before slipping out of the tent. His hat was adorned with a pure ademane gem that glowed cold when exposed to fire and went dull when exposed to water – perfect for illuminating the way in the night.
After taking another brisk look around to make sure none of his companions were awake, he nodded his head and slipped into the underbrush with machete in hand. He didn't want to slash the vegetation too much, only when absolutely necessary, but he did find the blade useful when lifting ferns and pushing vines away.
There wasn't any sort of path to speak of, but it didn't take long for the world to disappear into darkness. The light of the moon couldn't hope to penetrate the thick canopy above him, and he couldn't even see the tree in front of him. Knowing that he was now too far away from the camp site, he raised a lighter to the gem and ignited it, the entire surrounding area illuminating with thick streaks of light. Every leaf, every vine, and every tree made an ominous, unsettling shadow on the vegetation around it, but luckily the gem was resting on the brim of his hat, so he couldn't see the shadows, only light.
Kagero glanced at his compass and started trekking northeast towards the basin where the Temple was said to be. Nothing quite like devious adventure and exploration in the name of perversion. Maybe, if he was lucky, the seed he would deposit at the temple would anger the gods and he'd be treated to her hungry belly! That thought made him a little tight in the crotch, but he carried on.
The trip took considerably longer than half an hour, Kagero found. He forgot his watch so he actually didn't know for sure how long the trip lasted, but it certainly felt like a few hours. Silence, save the steady drone and chirp of the insect population accented by the ruffling of leaves as he slid between and under every fern on the jungle's floor.
All of a sudden, there it was. The Arrenthen temple. Pyramid in shape with pillars lining the worship altar in front. The jungle had long since invaded the sanctity of the temple with vines climbing up the inclined walls and even some trees growing up through the mossy green and yellow brick of the altar. It was a gnarled, overgrown mess and the canopy was so thick and high above it that it was amazing it could be seen from the air, but it was a temple. It was real.
Where was the front door.
There was a bit of a clearing in front of the temple where the pillars surrounded a large flat, the altar near the closest wall of the stepped pyramid. Only a few plants grew up in the midle, and as he stood on the place of worship, the entire jungle around him lit up with the light of the ademane gem on his hat.
He stood in a stunned silence in the middle of the large platform with the temple and altar at once side, with a large stairwell leading down into the valley to the other. There were 12 large pillars – 6 on each side making a sort of hallway from the altar to the stairs. As he looked closer, he saw each one represented one of the gods.
On the southern row of pillars, there was Yelena the wolf, Vaulix the cockatrice, Olfrin the aquatic hybrid, Ilorek the hippogryph, Leera the naga, and finally Keran the feline. Each one's likeness was carved into the degraded ebonstone, or sculpted to look like they were coiling around the pillar, as the naga's body was.
On the nothern row of pillars, each of the first row's other. Sanfrit the wolf, Talba the Hippogryph, Venosa the viper dragoness, Valencia the bat, Ceylon the gryphon, and Satsierra the avian hybrid. Like the first row, their likenesses were carved into the ebonstone. To his shock and surprise, the actual sculptures in the pillars were in pristine condition despite the rest of the temple and the platform and altar being degraded, weakened, and defeated by the encroaching vegetation. Perhaps it was a testament to the quality and durability of ebonstone.
Perhaps the gods themselves visited often enough to maintain their representation here.
Kagero was surprised to realize that, in the wake of this glorious temple, his arousal had actually dissipated and he'd grown more curious for knowledge than thirsty for the taboo of rubbing one off on sacred ground.
He gently slipped out of his rucksack and laid his machete and hat on top of it, allowing the ademane gem to keep the entire area lit up enough that he could navigate without tripping over his own feet. Rather than pull his pants down, he slowly sat cross legged before the altar. He noticed, once he was close enough, that it was actually cracked and the foundation on one side was crumbling. It would have been uncouth to mess with it or alter it in any way, so he sat back and closed his eyes, taking in the location.
Sleep nearly took him as he meditated, only to be jerked away as a snap of a twig was heard near the other end of the platform. He spun in place, blinking his eyes as he re-adjusted to the light. Deep down, he wanted to ask if anyone was there, but he knew that if someone was there they certainly wouldn't admit it, and if it was some beast, he would need his machete. Yes. His machete. He quickly got to his feet and darted forth to grab the blade from its place leaning against his bag.
Another snap burst from the jungle beyond the pillars, and Kagero was starting to regret being here this late, alone, with only a flare gun and a machete for protection. Neither of those would protect from a homicidal psycho jungle cat or a hungry naga. He clutched the machete close as he grabbed his hat and put it on so that he would be able to see whatever was coming.
There was a rustling of ferns between the Ceylon and Satsierra pillars, and out stepped a massively tall shadowy figure. Even Kagero's glowing ademane gem couldn't make out the details, but it looked like a person. A very tall person, but a person. A person could be spoken to, reasoned with. “Wh-who are you?” Kagero whimpered, holding his blade out to the dark figure.
It stepped forward into the light, revealing itself to be a three meter tall gryphones adorned with the same black and white as Ceylon. She flicked her ear at him and stared down over her beak, clicking it as she breathed slowly.
“Well? Who are you?” He repeated, demanding a response. He grabbed his flare gun and pointed it at her.
“You don't know, Kagero?” She asked with warm, kind voice.
She knew his name, somehow. Was it a friend of his companions? Was it a guide? Was it a crazy deity worshipper? Had he stumbled upon a cannibal tribe? She looked like Ceylon, but that gryphon goddess was not man-shaped, she was beast shaped. “How do you know my name?” He took a nervous step back, machete still raised and pointed to her. He knew what she was trying to say, but he didn't want to affirm it.
“Such a shame. I figured an intrepid explorer such as yourself would know who I was. I am, after all, immortalized in this here ebonstone. Do I need to spell it out for you?” She pressed her hand against Ceylon's pillar, dragging her black claws down the glistening sculpture.
“It isn't polite to imitate the Old Mountain Gods, you know.” Kagero scolded her. He didn't want to delve any further into it than that. He wanted to believe that she was who she said she was, but it would take a lot more than a similar fur and feather pattern to convince him.
“Actually, we don't mind. I really wish the writers of the tomes hadn't added that in; they say imitation is one of the most sincere forms of flattery.” She flicked her ear and scratched at her cheek. “I am Ceylon, I assure you. How do you think I knew your name if I wasn't who I am? Could anyone read your mind? If they could, they'd know your naughty intentions here.” She stepped forward, her powerful form towering over Kagero. “Not that I mind. Personally, I find it quite a compliment that anyone would pleasure themselves to the thought of me. To me, a fantasy is the truest form of admiration. So go on. I'll watch.” She took another step forward and crouched into a cross-legged stance, sitting with her tail curled around her.
Naturally, Kagero didn't relent. “I don't know how you knew that; for all I knew you have access to a potion that allows you to read one's mind. I would love to believe you are who you say you are, but I need more proof than that.”
“What? You don't want to be my prey? I thought you were fantasizing, just a few minutes ago, about sliding into my belly. Hm? Got some questions you want answered? I'd be glad to answer them, for a price.” She clicked her beak and smiled at him. As she raised a single hand, a flame erupted from each of the twelve pillars, brightly lighting up the temple in one fluid motion.
Kagero flinched and shielded his eyes, his heart racing with confusion and fear. “That's a nice fancy trick, but that doesn't prove you're a deity, all that proves is that you have good showmanship.” He wanted to believe it was really her, but he had a healthy skepticism about anyone claiming to be who they were not. It was surprisingly common in his line of work to meet dozens of people claiming to be a god or some reincarnated version of them.
“I didn't think you of all people would be so hard to convince. You've been trying to prove I exist for years now, and yet here I am and you're doing everything you can to not believe that I'm here. That's fine, but even if I'm not who I claim to be, I can still help you fulfil your desires. I'm sure I could find some room for you in my belly.” She patted her gut and licked her beak.
His knees grew weak as he thought about disappearing into her beak, head first.
“See? But, I don't think this form would be very useful. Here, let me show you my true form.” She leaned forward as a pair of wings sprouted and grew from her back, arms shifting into front legs and legs shortening and bulging into powerful haunches. After only a few moments, a fully formed, four-legged gryphon stood in front of the human explorer.
He gulped deep and fell to his knees. Such skill, precision, and speed could only possibly be the Goddess of transformation. He dropped his machete and took his hat off, tossing it to the side.
“That's a bit more like it. Why are you so shocked to see me? I know you've been trying to prove me as more than a myth for a long time.”
“I just, I didn't think I'd ever actually meet you, your highness. I thought, if I ever did prove your existence, it would be tangential, through remnants of evidence. Like artifacts or something.” He scuttled forward to get close to her, extending a hand to touch her on the neck. She allowed him, and he found her thick plumage to be quite cool compared to the hot, muggy jungle.
She purred gently and leaned into his touch, nuzzling into his palm with her beak. “Well here I am. Tell me, what will you do about that?” She chirped gently and pulled back, turning to take a few steps away with her tail raised high, a regal pose that also exposed her dark fleshed vulva. “You have been very disrespectful, Kagero, and I think it's about time you rectified your insolence!” She kept her tail high as she swished it back and forth, side to side.
He choked on his words a bit as he lowered his head in shame. “I didn't mean to. I promise, if I knew, I'd never disrespect you. What do you want me to do to fix this?” He got to his feet and brushed his knees of the dirt and dust that had accumulated there. The whole situation was sort of surreal, and he started to wonder if he'd fallen asleep before the altar, and was having a particularly vivid dream. She felt real, she looked real, and she even smelled real to him, but some dreams could be quite powerful.
Ceylon looked back over her other shoulder and clenched her pelvic muscles, peeling the lips apart and forcing her clit to fold outwards in an equine-like wink, a single shot of gooey mess dangling out from her sex. “Well, I'm sure you could think of a few things; you're a smart man, and you read all about me. Maybe it's time to put that to the test and see how much you truly know me.” She turned and stepped towards him, rubbing her beak under his hand, lifting his arm up to prod at his side.
Kagero leaned into her, lifting his hand up to stroke past her shoulder and under her wing, relishing the softness of the combination of fur and feathers. Her body was incredibly warm – hot, even – to the touch. He shifted in place as his pants grew a little tight, the acrid aroma of her arousal invading his nostrils. It was powerful and aggressive, but smelled so very good. “I'm yours to do with what you wish, your highness.”
“I'm glad to hear that.” She continued to walk past him, lifting her wing to have his head and upper body pass under it in an idle wing hug. As she stepped by, she kept her tail high, inviting him under it.
As she stepped by, Kagero rubbed his hand past and around her rump cheek, tickling her fur before slipping under her tail, gently prodding at the soft flesh of her rump and moist folds of her vulva. To his shock and surprise, she didn't lower her tail or pull away, instead she stopped moving and squatted down, leaking viscous fluids on his hand before stepping away. He turned to watch, eyes trained on the dark flesh under her tail that was accented by the glisten of torch reflections and the slit of cherry pink flesh.
“What you could do is take those pesky clothes off. Don't be ashamed of your body, Kagero.” She leaned in and hooked a single claw around the threads of the top button on his shirt, cutting it open.
She was barely done speaking when he rushed to undo the rest of the buttons, quickly tugging the shirt free of his pants so he could let it fall behind him. He didn't give her time to slice open his pants, since he was already undoing his belt and unzipping, letting them fall to his ankles so he could kick them off alongside his boots. He stood, mostly bare save the dark socks and bulging underwear.
“Well that's no good, my son.” She cooed at him as she extended her front talon, hooking the claw around the waistband of his underwear to pull it down, his member bobbing to full attention once free of the fabric. Before he had the time to yank them down, she grabbed and tore them to shreds, tossing the ribbons to the side. “Oops! I hope you brought a spare pair.” She giggled before leaning into him, pressing her beak to his ear, using the pointed curve of it to preen his hair, hot breath tickling his exposed neck.
Kagero shuddered and nearly fell to his knees right there, his member throbbing and squeezing out a stream of gooey precum. He worried that he might finish before offering it to her, so he leaned forward, palms to her flank as he made his way to her hind end, once again slipping his hands up under her tail.
She chirped playfully and swung her head around to watch as her muscles contracted, lifting her tail high as she bent her knees. Another gentle spurt of her fluids coated his hand, gumming up his fingers. The gryphoness leaned back, pushing her flesh into him, gently padding her front end around, giving him better access. “Don't make me wait, Kagero, or I might have to find someone else to satisfy me.” She flicked her tail tip again and leaned backwards.
“Y-yes your highness.” He obeyed, stepping into her. He brought his other hand up, both palms resting on either of her rump cheeks to get in a close up view of her ass and pussy lips. The smell was intense, a musky sweet aroma stabbing his nose, the cloud of scent so thick he could practically taste it, so he leaned in the extra step to bury his face between her cheeks and drag his tongue up between her folds. His heart raced as he tasted the bittersweet earthiness of her, his toes curling in his socks.
Ceylon let out a long, drawn out trill from her beak as she squatted and pushed back, another thick trail of slimy pinkish fluid splattering on his naked chest. “Your beard tickles!” She giggled, clenching her muscles again and leaning into him. Her rump and pussy were both conveniently at his eye height, so she didn't hesitate to rub herself against him, clit winking every few seconds.
Kagero was taken aback, shocked by her vibrant enthusiasm, but also still a little unsure of what to do with the pinkish slime that was dribbling down his chest, soaking him from chin to pubes. He pulled his hand from her rump cheek and smeared the viscous lubricant all over himself, leaning in to rub his nose in her pussy the entire while. She tasted much sweeter than he'd expected, but as a goddess of transformation he wouldn't be surprised if she could emulate strawberries and cream, if she so desired.
“That's a good idea.” Ceylon cooed back at him, reading his mind. “Next time I'll have to experiment with lady flavors. But for now, just, carry on.” She grunted, her breaths growing short and ragged as she pushed back again, grinding her hips to his head. She bucked gentle as she felt his lips wrap around her clit, sucking gently. Her tail instinctively lowered, trapping his face against her tender, slick flesh.
He didn't mind; in fact, the added pressure forced her meaty lips apart, her sex spreading wide to swallow his features. Rather than brace against her thighs and push back, he wrapped his arms around her hips and nuzzled deeper, mouth open and tongue lavishly dancing against her flesh as he tasted and swallowed as much of her fluid as he could. His form leaned into hers, like a passionate kiss, rotating his neck and nuzzling in between her rump cheeks, even as he found he was running out of breath, her flesh smothering his face and suffocating him.
Luckily, she released him just in time, lifting her tail and letting him pull away with one long, drawn out gasp. His face was covered in slime over his nose and mouth, dribbling down onto his chest. “Y-your highness?” His chest heaved as he took in another big breath, but before he could even think about catching up, he smashed his face up under her tail again, using the gooey slime on his lips to moisten her pucker and bury his tongue in her ass.
Ceylon chirped and hopped forward, lowering her tail for a moment before lifting it back up and leaning into him again, letting him kiss her from the back end. “I wasn't expecting that, but please, carry on!” she lowered her chest to the ground, keeping her rump up high and tail curled over her back, wings splayed out to either side for leverage. Every second that passed, her vocalizations intensified, growing deeper in tone and louder in volume until she sounded like she was growling amidst the grunts and moans.
Kagero couldn't get enough of the trove of glorious mess under her tail. He pushed and sucked and licked and even nibbled at her meaty lips, clit, and asshole, smearing her fluids all over until there was no more flesh to lubricate. He brought his hand up and started pressing at the rim of her asshole, testing the soft flesh before slipping a few fingers in. She cooed and purred, so he did the same with the other hand, slipping two fingers from each hand on either side. He pried her open, gaping her ass wide, the dancing fire of the torches upon the pillars reflecting off the glistening wrinkled walls of her insides.
She was relaxing, the prying of her anal ring expanding her insides a full meter within her rump. Normally that area of a gryphon – or any creature – would stink, but she was mild in smell, every bit of her flesh smelling like sweet pussy lips. It was quite inviting, so he leaned back into her and pressed his lips to her ass, sucking the flesh and burying her tongue in her as she pushed back.
“It's always nice to have such an eager follower.” She cooed at him, once again lowering her tail to squeeze his head in between it and her sex. Her pelvic muscles twitched and smeared more of her gooey mess all down his chest, clit rubbing between his pecs. “But that beard!”
“MRMPH!” Kagero muffled into her rump before she once again let him go. This time, he didn't bother complaining or protesting. Instead, he just dove back into her cunt, smacking his lips to hers, nuzzling his face between her rump cheeks and lapping up the fluid.
All at once, she leaned back and squatted down, her tail base pressing to the back of his skull, holding him in place as she stepped back. He tripped and lost his footing, and he would have fallen onto his rump if not for the tail holding him in place. He was grateful at first, until she literally leaned back into a sitting position, trapping Kagero between her rump and the ground.
She wagged her hips some, rubbing her pussy onto his face with every movement. He struggled a bit, but she paid him no mind since she was focusing on the idle licking and rubbing against her lips. She stayed there a moment, sitting on his face and enjoying every bit of pleasure he had to offer. Her eyes rolled back in her skull and she curled her talons, a whimper escaping her beak as she clenched her pelvic muscles, an orgasm bubbling up within her.
The gryphoness let out a long, extended giggle of pleasure as she felt a flow of her fluids explode from her cunt to absolutely soak Kagero from head to toe, leaving him in a puddle of slimy pink goop. She got up and turned around to look at him, laughing gently and pawing at his hard cock. He was laying there with arms and legs spread out, a smile on his face, eyes closed.
After a moment, he coughed up her juices and started idly rubbing himself, using her fluids as lubricant.
“Nope, You're not done with me!” Ceylon scolded as she stepped over him, pecking at his belly and nuzzling his member. She took another step forward and threatened to sit on his face again, but as he opened his eyes to see he just smiled and leaned up to nuzzle into her. Instead, she rolled onto her back with all four legs up in the air. “Come on, if you really want to, come here.” She smiled at him, her chest rumbling with a persistent purr.
He coughed again, spewing her fluid from his lungs, but he was kind of shocked to feel that, despite the fluid in his chest, he could still breathe and it wasn't uncomfortable. He gulped and inhaled her juices again as he rolled to his knees. He tried to speak, but found he couldn't.
“Don't worry, Kagero. That pink stuff is magic. You can breathe it, but you won't be able to speak. I'm sure you already figured that out. It'll pass, but for now, how else am I going to get you in my womb? I wouldn't want you to suffocate.” She smiled and lashed her tail out and curled the tip of it around his torso, tugging him towards her lips.
Kagero nodded and grinned as he leaned into her, pressing his hips to hers. His cock disappeared into her with ease, her soft folds smothering his flesh as he bucked his hips. He didn't even have to spread his legs out or grind against his knees to get low enough, her lips were up high enough that he could comfortably penetrate.
Ceylon kept her tail tight around his hips, helping him to push into her. She grunted and clenched her muscles to spew her fluids all over his crotch, soaking his pubes and gumming him up between cock, balls, and thighs.
He wasn't prepared to finish too early, so he pulled away and leaned back down, laying belly to her tail as he buried his face between her folds. She just didn't seem to stop producing her fluids! It was getting everywhere, but he didn't mind! He pushed himself in further, bringing both hands in to part her lips wide, gaping her open from vulva to cervix, her soft folds glimmering in the dancing light of the torches.
There was an oddly long pause as he gazed into her, the cherry pink walls gently undulating beneath her clit, the gooey tendrils of her fluid webbing from wall to wall to his fingers to his mouth. Tiny little pools of lubrication formed in every little divot and wrinkle of her sex. As he stared, he was taken off guard by her tail opening up and wrapping around the back of his head, forcing his face into that gaping wide chasm of gryphon. As he flailed, he took note of whatever it was grasping his head and forcing it between her lips.
Her tail seemed to part into three petals, each with teeth for grip, and that triple-maw was wrapped around his head from behind, forcing him forward as her lips spread apart and slid over his cheeks, enveloping his head in one fluid motion. All at once, he could hear the gentle flutter of her heartbeat as her walls squeezed his ears tight to his skull, her muscles massaging his neck and chin, keeping him in place.
Adrenaline flowed through his body and he felt his erection weaken as he struggled against her flesh, but he quickly relented to her, since her vulval contractions were squeezing him tight around the neck. His nose was in a puddle of femme-cum, and as he inhaled he felt it all slide through his nostrils and into his lungs. More filled up the small spots between his facial skin and her pussy flesh, as though her walls were secreting the thick breathable lubricant.
Ceylon laid her head back and tensed her tail up again, applying more pressure to the back of his head, forcing him in deeper as her lips parted and slid over his shoulders, pinning his biceps to his chest. The gryphon curled her toes and grinded her hips against him, writhing on the dusty slab in front of the temple pyramid, the light of the torches illuminating the area.
A deep, pervasive rumble surrounded Kagero as he heard Ceylon's inner workings doing their job. There was a fast paced beat of her heart droning on over the gurgle and rumblings of her gut and purring. It was oddly calming, to have the steady noise of the gryphon's insides massaging him as her muscles caressed him, the soft flesh sliding over his skin and smearing the fluids all over. As he slid in deeper, the muscles sucking on him and the tail maw pushing on his rump, he slid his hands around to his front and grabbed his member, stroking on it as her pussy clenched around him.
He wasn't sure if he did it on purpose or if it was a happy accident, but as he slid deeper through her birth canal, face pressed to the tight rim of flesh that was her cervix, he felt his cock tip press against her rump, penetrating her ass in passing. She stopped pushing long enough for him to spread his legs and buck his hips, burying cock in gryphon rump in one fluid motion. In response, she squeezed him around the midsection, her entire body writhing and squirming in pleasure as more of her slick arousal trailed over his rump and soaked him between his rump cheeks.
The tightness of her ass was a pleasant difference from the gaping, easily stretched flesh of her pussy, and the combined sensations mixed with the deep, spiritual realization that he was literally being unbirthed into the goddess he worshiped and fantasized about brought him to orgasm quite quickly. Inside her canal, he gulped and grunted as he bucked his hips, the soft flesh of her asshole massaging him and coaxing stream after stream of gooey seed into her bowels, where it was likely to be absorbed into her.
If nothing else, a part of him would always be within her, and that thought let him relax enough to let her muscles suck him in deeper. The second he felt his cock soften and bend down, releasing the hook from her rump hole, her body angled and he slid right in, cervix gliding over his face and pussy lips swallowing him past the hips, leaving only his knees and below kicking out in the muggy air of the jungle night, her winking clit tickling the back of his thighs
As he slipped into her, he felt the abundance of her fluids smother him, leaving him floating in the abyss of her heavenly womb. His feet were just outside of her for a moment, and he felt her claws reach out to tug his socks off. Right. He had forgotten to take them off! Now fully disrobed, he was able to spread his elbows out in her womb for leverage, pulling his feet inside as he curled up.
Kagero took in a long, deep breath of her fluids and started using his toes to play with her folds and soft flesh. It was completely dark inside and he couldn't see a thing, but he still smiled and idly used his hands to prod at the tender walls. He found her cervix as it closed up, a plug of thicker gooier fluid stopping him from escaping. To his surprise, he also felt another cervix above the first, right below his face.
A gentle whoosh was heard as the walls collapsed around him, the remaining vestiges of air escaping her womb in one steady motion. Her tender womb pressed to him, filling in every crack and crevice in his form, gumming him up between the folds of his arms and legs and body with fluids. The motion forced him into the fetal position, his head pressed gently against the second cervix as his mind started to drift off into a dreamlike state.
Perhaps this all was a dream? His final thoughts before falling into silent lucidity were curiosity about what would happen to him if this was all truly happening, and what he might do in the future, should he survive this self-sacrifice.
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Ceylon closed her eyes and clenched her pelvic muscles as she felt the air escape between her lips. “Well that was interesting.” She mused to herself as she rolled to her feet, feeling the human shift around in her womb, the bulge writhing inside before finally resting. Her belly was swollen, but that wasn't uncommon at all for her, be it from people she'd swallowed or used as sex toys. There were many ways to satisfy her.
Kagero would be fine, of course. She would never do anything to harm anyone who revered her so. The world was a cruel place and admiration was hard to come by, she could use all the love she could get. That's why, rather than disappearing into the treeline beyond the temple, she curled up on the altar and slept, the human's clothes and pack resting beneath her.
The constant motion of him inside her kept her up most of th enight, but when the sun peeked up over the horizon, she got back to all fours, happily ready to part ways with her affectionate worshiper.
“Kageeeerooooo!” a voice was heard calling in the distance.
Ceylon huffed in frustration, not wanting to leave just yet, she wanted to enjoy more intimacy with him before leaving him here to do his research. Still, his friends were coming and she didn't want to be seen by them, so she laid down on her side and mentally forced the contractions to start. Her belly squeezed tight as her water broke, the fluids spilling out her tail maw into a puddle before the altar. Alongside the first contraction, she felt him squirm about in her womb, waking up from his comforting night within her.
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Time passed slowly inside the gryphon goddess. With her flesh smothering him and squishing around him, he slept. He was deep within a dreamlike state, with images of the gods alive around him, surrounding him. It was like they were talking to him, granting him knowledge.
Dreams are funny, of course, and the words spoken to him could have been sincere, they could have been from the source, and they could have been objects of his imagination. He didn't have time to dwell on it before finally feeling that constricting sensation around him, the fluid rushing from the womb and the cervix dilating as his head was pushed through it.
The pathway back out seemed to take a lot longer, and was much tighter than before. It wasn't until he felt the first streams of light filtering in that he got a good look at what had happened. He had been birthed through the gryphoness' tail! Spit back from the maw! That was a very, very interesting bit of physiology he would have to remember. That was, if these thoughts didn't pass when the wisps of dream evaporated.
“Kagero, I am going to leave you now, but I'd like to see you again some time. Here is a gem, take it out, speak to it at any other temple, and I will hear your calls. In the mean time, please keep our secrets, people can know about us, but not that we're still around.” She leaned in for a kiss, nuzzling her beak to his cheek with her tail maw still clamped shut around his waist.
His morning wood prodded against the soft inner flesh before one final squeeze and a tug had the tail's throat slide off his feet. Kagero couldn't see, due to the gummy mess that was in his eyes, but he did remember her words. He blinked, rubbing his face of the pink-slime mess, clearing his vision. When his eyes were clear, he glanced around the temple to find Ceylon, only to see she was nowhere to be found. She had already disappeared.
“Kaaageeerooooo!” One of his companions called. They were close.
He quickly rushed to his pile of clothes and covered himself as best he could before any of his fellow explorers found him. If they saw him naked and covered in slime, he would have a lot more to explain than why he was at the temple, alone.
The time of year was beautiful for exploring ruins in the deep jungles of Arrenthen. A temple had recently been found in the southwest region, and Kagero had funded an expedition to investigate. He had hired on a team of five friends and fellow explorers including two deft felines – one male and one female – for precision work, one male canine for strength, one avian for exploration, and one other human for the deftness of fingers.
Humans weren't common in Arrenthen, which was a nation comprised mostly of avian and felines. It was a good thing he brought two of his team that would fit in as locals, because it seemed to make the red tape disappear when setting up camp.
Their temporary habitation was in a clearing between a gentle stream and the treeline. According to Koary – the avian of the team – the temple was about a half hour's trek from their base camp. However, the trip there had drained them and the sun was falling over the mountains to the west, leaving them with little room, time, or energy to visit the temple. That was fine, Kagero had brought books to read and an MP3 player to keep himself occupied in the mean time.
In his own personal tent, he unrolled his sleeping bag, fluffed up a pillow, and plucked a book from his waterpoof rucksack to sleep to. He hung a single light from the side of the tent and opened the tome to his favorite chapter: Ceylon the Dalonian Goddess of Transformation.
Ancient texts and holy books throughout various cultures were notoriously inconsistent and unreliable when telling the tales of the Old Mountain Gods, but there were certain details that were the same throughout the ages. One of those universal truths among every sub-variation of the mythology was the titles of each of the gods and their personality.
Ceylon – a chimeric gryphon, was the mother of transformation magic, and had a notorious reputation as a trickster who engaged with mortals on a regular basis. She was also said, in some texts, to consume her worshippers. Kagero theorized that this was to keep her young and maintain her powers of transformation. It was a popular theory, and he had written a book about the 'truth behind the Old Mountain Gods', and he hoped this expedition would reveal more truths or at least more backing evidence to support his claims.
He had an entire text with information about Ilorek, Olfrin, Talba, Venosa, and Satsierra. They were the godfathers and goddesses of Alchemy, Physical magic, the land, the seas, and the sky. But it was the more intimate magics that Kagero found interesting. It was Leera the goddess of the body, Valencia the goddess of the mind, Vaulix the godfather of curation, and of course Ceylon the goddess of transformation.
Much of Kagero's research led him to believe these dieties were once alive. Their documented powers and history were just beyond the threshold of what was readily possible with the combination of science, technology, and magic, so their feats were plausible in theory. If they truly were immortal, omnipotent beings, they would still theoretically roam the lands, and a discovery of a temple such as this would be as good a place as any to search for those truths.
After reading and rereading the texts on the more interesting of the gods, Kagero gently shut the book and laid back on his sleeping bag, head resting on the pillow. He stared at the inside of the tent and focused on the creaking and chirping of insects in the jungle and the gentle trickle of water bounding over rocks in the current. Even with the steady drone of bugs, the land felt empty, silent. No birds were chirping, no rumbling of larger creatures stomping around, no splashing of beasts playing or cleaning in the nearby stream. Just a gentle, persistent hum accented by the bubbling sound of running water.
His mind wandered as he felt the relaxation of sleep creep up on him, and his thoughts drifted to the gryphon goddess Ceylon. Real or not, she was great fodder for his fantasies and fetishes. Tonight, his naughty bits tingled with the thought of disappearing, head first into her beak, feeling her soft throat muscles clench down around him as his naked form was sucked and forced into her belly. If he was so lucky, he'd be sacrificed for her continued existence, his life energy submitted to her as an offering.
The thoughts that swirled in his head urged his member to engorge, pitching a tent in his pants even within his tent at the camp site. He hastily unzipped and pulled himself free of his khakis, a cool slickness dotting the tip of his cock. His palm smeared the bead of precum all over his head, the subtle sensations tingling in his crotch as he stroked himself.
Though he was enjoying himself – the fantasy quite effective – he quickly found his mind drifting into something a bit more daring. He felt an unconscious, driving urge to get closer to the temple to do this. It probably wasn't the safest thing to do in the night, but few creatures were active at night in these regions, and he had a flare gun. His companions were all dead asleep by the time he felt this desire and completely drained of energy, so even if they heard him they would likely just assume he was relieving himself.
Kagero zipped his pants back up and unzipped the door to his tent, checking to see if anyone was awake or alert. There was a smoldering pile of embers and wood where the campfire was, but other than that, no activity.
He quickly packed up his bag with the book, a flare gun, a compass, some jerky, and the bottle of lube he'd brought just in case, then took a moment to tie up his boots before slipping out of the tent. His hat was adorned with a pure ademane gem that glowed cold when exposed to fire and went dull when exposed to water – perfect for illuminating the way in the night.
After taking another brisk look around to make sure none of his companions were awake, he nodded his head and slipped into the underbrush with machete in hand. He didn't want to slash the vegetation too much, only when absolutely necessary, but he did find the blade useful when lifting ferns and pushing vines away.
There wasn't any sort of path to speak of, but it didn't take long for the world to disappear into darkness. The light of the moon couldn't hope to penetrate the thick canopy above him, and he couldn't even see the tree in front of him. Knowing that he was now too far away from the camp site, he raised a lighter to the gem and ignited it, the entire surrounding area illuminating with thick streaks of light. Every leaf, every vine, and every tree made an ominous, unsettling shadow on the vegetation around it, but luckily the gem was resting on the brim of his hat, so he couldn't see the shadows, only light.
Kagero glanced at his compass and started trekking northeast towards the basin where the Temple was said to be. Nothing quite like devious adventure and exploration in the name of perversion. Maybe, if he was lucky, the seed he would deposit at the temple would anger the gods and he'd be treated to her hungry belly! That thought made him a little tight in the crotch, but he carried on.
The trip took considerably longer than half an hour, Kagero found. He forgot his watch so he actually didn't know for sure how long the trip lasted, but it certainly felt like a few hours. Silence, save the steady drone and chirp of the insect population accented by the ruffling of leaves as he slid between and under every fern on the jungle's floor.
All of a sudden, there it was. The Arrenthen temple. Pyramid in shape with pillars lining the worship altar in front. The jungle had long since invaded the sanctity of the temple with vines climbing up the inclined walls and even some trees growing up through the mossy green and yellow brick of the altar. It was a gnarled, overgrown mess and the canopy was so thick and high above it that it was amazing it could be seen from the air, but it was a temple. It was real.
Where was the front door.
There was a bit of a clearing in front of the temple where the pillars surrounded a large flat, the altar near the closest wall of the stepped pyramid. Only a few plants grew up in the midle, and as he stood on the place of worship, the entire jungle around him lit up with the light of the ademane gem on his hat.
He stood in a stunned silence in the middle of the large platform with the temple and altar at once side, with a large stairwell leading down into the valley to the other. There were 12 large pillars – 6 on each side making a sort of hallway from the altar to the stairs. As he looked closer, he saw each one represented one of the gods.
On the southern row of pillars, there was Yelena the wolf, Vaulix the cockatrice, Olfrin the aquatic hybrid, Ilorek the hippogryph, Leera the naga, and finally Keran the feline. Each one's likeness was carved into the degraded ebonstone, or sculpted to look like they were coiling around the pillar, as the naga's body was.
On the nothern row of pillars, each of the first row's other. Sanfrit the wolf, Talba the Hippogryph, Venosa the viper dragoness, Valencia the bat, Ceylon the gryphon, and Satsierra the avian hybrid. Like the first row, their likenesses were carved into the ebonstone. To his shock and surprise, the actual sculptures in the pillars were in pristine condition despite the rest of the temple and the platform and altar being degraded, weakened, and defeated by the encroaching vegetation. Perhaps it was a testament to the quality and durability of ebonstone.
Perhaps the gods themselves visited often enough to maintain their representation here.
Kagero was surprised to realize that, in the wake of this glorious temple, his arousal had actually dissipated and he'd grown more curious for knowledge than thirsty for the taboo of rubbing one off on sacred ground.
He gently slipped out of his rucksack and laid his machete and hat on top of it, allowing the ademane gem to keep the entire area lit up enough that he could navigate without tripping over his own feet. Rather than pull his pants down, he slowly sat cross legged before the altar. He noticed, once he was close enough, that it was actually cracked and the foundation on one side was crumbling. It would have been uncouth to mess with it or alter it in any way, so he sat back and closed his eyes, taking in the location.
Sleep nearly took him as he meditated, only to be jerked away as a snap of a twig was heard near the other end of the platform. He spun in place, blinking his eyes as he re-adjusted to the light. Deep down, he wanted to ask if anyone was there, but he knew that if someone was there they certainly wouldn't admit it, and if it was some beast, he would need his machete. Yes. His machete. He quickly got to his feet and darted forth to grab the blade from its place leaning against his bag.
Another snap burst from the jungle beyond the pillars, and Kagero was starting to regret being here this late, alone, with only a flare gun and a machete for protection. Neither of those would protect from a homicidal psycho jungle cat or a hungry naga. He clutched the machete close as he grabbed his hat and put it on so that he would be able to see whatever was coming.
There was a rustling of ferns between the Ceylon and Satsierra pillars, and out stepped a massively tall shadowy figure. Even Kagero's glowing ademane gem couldn't make out the details, but it looked like a person. A very tall person, but a person. A person could be spoken to, reasoned with. “Wh-who are you?” Kagero whimpered, holding his blade out to the dark figure.
It stepped forward into the light, revealing itself to be a three meter tall gryphones adorned with the same black and white as Ceylon. She flicked her ear at him and stared down over her beak, clicking it as she breathed slowly.
“Well? Who are you?” He repeated, demanding a response. He grabbed his flare gun and pointed it at her.
“You don't know, Kagero?” She asked with warm, kind voice.
She knew his name, somehow. Was it a friend of his companions? Was it a guide? Was it a crazy deity worshipper? Had he stumbled upon a cannibal tribe? She looked like Ceylon, but that gryphon goddess was not man-shaped, she was beast shaped. “How do you know my name?” He took a nervous step back, machete still raised and pointed to her. He knew what she was trying to say, but he didn't want to affirm it.
“Such a shame. I figured an intrepid explorer such as yourself would know who I was. I am, after all, immortalized in this here ebonstone. Do I need to spell it out for you?” She pressed her hand against Ceylon's pillar, dragging her black claws down the glistening sculpture.
“It isn't polite to imitate the Old Mountain Gods, you know.” Kagero scolded her. He didn't want to delve any further into it than that. He wanted to believe that she was who she said she was, but it would take a lot more than a similar fur and feather pattern to convince him.
“Actually, we don't mind. I really wish the writers of the tomes hadn't added that in; they say imitation is one of the most sincere forms of flattery.” She flicked her ear and scratched at her cheek. “I am Ceylon, I assure you. How do you think I knew your name if I wasn't who I am? Could anyone read your mind? If they could, they'd know your naughty intentions here.” She stepped forward, her powerful form towering over Kagero. “Not that I mind. Personally, I find it quite a compliment that anyone would pleasure themselves to the thought of me. To me, a fantasy is the truest form of admiration. So go on. I'll watch.” She took another step forward and crouched into a cross-legged stance, sitting with her tail curled around her.
Naturally, Kagero didn't relent. “I don't know how you knew that; for all I knew you have access to a potion that allows you to read one's mind. I would love to believe you are who you say you are, but I need more proof than that.”
“What? You don't want to be my prey? I thought you were fantasizing, just a few minutes ago, about sliding into my belly. Hm? Got some questions you want answered? I'd be glad to answer them, for a price.” She clicked her beak and smiled at him. As she raised a single hand, a flame erupted from each of the twelve pillars, brightly lighting up the temple in one fluid motion.
Kagero flinched and shielded his eyes, his heart racing with confusion and fear. “That's a nice fancy trick, but that doesn't prove you're a deity, all that proves is that you have good showmanship.” He wanted to believe it was really her, but he had a healthy skepticism about anyone claiming to be who they were not. It was surprisingly common in his line of work to meet dozens of people claiming to be a god or some reincarnated version of them.
“I didn't think you of all people would be so hard to convince. You've been trying to prove I exist for years now, and yet here I am and you're doing everything you can to not believe that I'm here. That's fine, but even if I'm not who I claim to be, I can still help you fulfil your desires. I'm sure I could find some room for you in my belly.” She patted her gut and licked her beak.
His knees grew weak as he thought about disappearing into her beak, head first.
“See? But, I don't think this form would be very useful. Here, let me show you my true form.” She leaned forward as a pair of wings sprouted and grew from her back, arms shifting into front legs and legs shortening and bulging into powerful haunches. After only a few moments, a fully formed, four-legged gryphon stood in front of the human explorer.
He gulped deep and fell to his knees. Such skill, precision, and speed could only possibly be the Goddess of transformation. He dropped his machete and took his hat off, tossing it to the side.
“That's a bit more like it. Why are you so shocked to see me? I know you've been trying to prove me as more than a myth for a long time.”
“I just, I didn't think I'd ever actually meet you, your highness. I thought, if I ever did prove your existence, it would be tangential, through remnants of evidence. Like artifacts or something.” He scuttled forward to get close to her, extending a hand to touch her on the neck. She allowed him, and he found her thick plumage to be quite cool compared to the hot, muggy jungle.
She purred gently and leaned into his touch, nuzzling into his palm with her beak. “Well here I am. Tell me, what will you do about that?” She chirped gently and pulled back, turning to take a few steps away with her tail raised high, a regal pose that also exposed her dark fleshed vulva. “You have been very disrespectful, Kagero, and I think it's about time you rectified your insolence!” She kept her tail high as she swished it back and forth, side to side.
He choked on his words a bit as he lowered his head in shame. “I didn't mean to. I promise, if I knew, I'd never disrespect you. What do you want me to do to fix this?” He got to his feet and brushed his knees of the dirt and dust that had accumulated there. The whole situation was sort of surreal, and he started to wonder if he'd fallen asleep before the altar, and was having a particularly vivid dream. She felt real, she looked real, and she even smelled real to him, but some dreams could be quite powerful.
Ceylon looked back over her other shoulder and clenched her pelvic muscles, peeling the lips apart and forcing her clit to fold outwards in an equine-like wink, a single shot of gooey mess dangling out from her sex. “Well, I'm sure you could think of a few things; you're a smart man, and you read all about me. Maybe it's time to put that to the test and see how much you truly know me.” She turned and stepped towards him, rubbing her beak under his hand, lifting his arm up to prod at his side.
Kagero leaned into her, lifting his hand up to stroke past her shoulder and under her wing, relishing the softness of the combination of fur and feathers. Her body was incredibly warm – hot, even – to the touch. He shifted in place as his pants grew a little tight, the acrid aroma of her arousal invading his nostrils. It was powerful and aggressive, but smelled so very good. “I'm yours to do with what you wish, your highness.”
“I'm glad to hear that.” She continued to walk past him, lifting her wing to have his head and upper body pass under it in an idle wing hug. As she stepped by, she kept her tail high, inviting him under it.
As she stepped by, Kagero rubbed his hand past and around her rump cheek, tickling her fur before slipping under her tail, gently prodding at the soft flesh of her rump and moist folds of her vulva. To his shock and surprise, she didn't lower her tail or pull away, instead she stopped moving and squatted down, leaking viscous fluids on his hand before stepping away. He turned to watch, eyes trained on the dark flesh under her tail that was accented by the glisten of torch reflections and the slit of cherry pink flesh.
“What you could do is take those pesky clothes off. Don't be ashamed of your body, Kagero.” She leaned in and hooked a single claw around the threads of the top button on his shirt, cutting it open.
She was barely done speaking when he rushed to undo the rest of the buttons, quickly tugging the shirt free of his pants so he could let it fall behind him. He didn't give her time to slice open his pants, since he was already undoing his belt and unzipping, letting them fall to his ankles so he could kick them off alongside his boots. He stood, mostly bare save the dark socks and bulging underwear.
“Well that's no good, my son.” She cooed at him as she extended her front talon, hooking the claw around the waistband of his underwear to pull it down, his member bobbing to full attention once free of the fabric. Before he had the time to yank them down, she grabbed and tore them to shreds, tossing the ribbons to the side. “Oops! I hope you brought a spare pair.” She giggled before leaning into him, pressing her beak to his ear, using the pointed curve of it to preen his hair, hot breath tickling his exposed neck.
Kagero shuddered and nearly fell to his knees right there, his member throbbing and squeezing out a stream of gooey precum. He worried that he might finish before offering it to her, so he leaned forward, palms to her flank as he made his way to her hind end, once again slipping his hands up under her tail.
She chirped playfully and swung her head around to watch as her muscles contracted, lifting her tail high as she bent her knees. Another gentle spurt of her fluids coated his hand, gumming up his fingers. The gryphoness leaned back, pushing her flesh into him, gently padding her front end around, giving him better access. “Don't make me wait, Kagero, or I might have to find someone else to satisfy me.” She flicked her tail tip again and leaned backwards.
“Y-yes your highness.” He obeyed, stepping into her. He brought his other hand up, both palms resting on either of her rump cheeks to get in a close up view of her ass and pussy lips. The smell was intense, a musky sweet aroma stabbing his nose, the cloud of scent so thick he could practically taste it, so he leaned in the extra step to bury his face between her cheeks and drag his tongue up between her folds. His heart raced as he tasted the bittersweet earthiness of her, his toes curling in his socks.
Ceylon let out a long, drawn out trill from her beak as she squatted and pushed back, another thick trail of slimy pinkish fluid splattering on his naked chest. “Your beard tickles!” She giggled, clenching her muscles again and leaning into him. Her rump and pussy were both conveniently at his eye height, so she didn't hesitate to rub herself against him, clit winking every few seconds.
Kagero was taken aback, shocked by her vibrant enthusiasm, but also still a little unsure of what to do with the pinkish slime that was dribbling down his chest, soaking him from chin to pubes. He pulled his hand from her rump cheek and smeared the viscous lubricant all over himself, leaning in to rub his nose in her pussy the entire while. She tasted much sweeter than he'd expected, but as a goddess of transformation he wouldn't be surprised if she could emulate strawberries and cream, if she so desired.
“That's a good idea.” Ceylon cooed back at him, reading his mind. “Next time I'll have to experiment with lady flavors. But for now, just, carry on.” She grunted, her breaths growing short and ragged as she pushed back again, grinding her hips to his head. She bucked gentle as she felt his lips wrap around her clit, sucking gently. Her tail instinctively lowered, trapping his face against her tender, slick flesh.
He didn't mind; in fact, the added pressure forced her meaty lips apart, her sex spreading wide to swallow his features. Rather than brace against her thighs and push back, he wrapped his arms around her hips and nuzzled deeper, mouth open and tongue lavishly dancing against her flesh as he tasted and swallowed as much of her fluid as he could. His form leaned into hers, like a passionate kiss, rotating his neck and nuzzling in between her rump cheeks, even as he found he was running out of breath, her flesh smothering his face and suffocating him.
Luckily, she released him just in time, lifting her tail and letting him pull away with one long, drawn out gasp. His face was covered in slime over his nose and mouth, dribbling down onto his chest. “Y-your highness?” His chest heaved as he took in another big breath, but before he could even think about catching up, he smashed his face up under her tail again, using the gooey slime on his lips to moisten her pucker and bury his tongue in her ass.
Ceylon chirped and hopped forward, lowering her tail for a moment before lifting it back up and leaning into him again, letting him kiss her from the back end. “I wasn't expecting that, but please, carry on!” she lowered her chest to the ground, keeping her rump up high and tail curled over her back, wings splayed out to either side for leverage. Every second that passed, her vocalizations intensified, growing deeper in tone and louder in volume until she sounded like she was growling amidst the grunts and moans.
Kagero couldn't get enough of the trove of glorious mess under her tail. He pushed and sucked and licked and even nibbled at her meaty lips, clit, and asshole, smearing her fluids all over until there was no more flesh to lubricate. He brought his hand up and started pressing at the rim of her asshole, testing the soft flesh before slipping a few fingers in. She cooed and purred, so he did the same with the other hand, slipping two fingers from each hand on either side. He pried her open, gaping her ass wide, the dancing fire of the torches upon the pillars reflecting off the glistening wrinkled walls of her insides.
She was relaxing, the prying of her anal ring expanding her insides a full meter within her rump. Normally that area of a gryphon – or any creature – would stink, but she was mild in smell, every bit of her flesh smelling like sweet pussy lips. It was quite inviting, so he leaned back into her and pressed his lips to her ass, sucking the flesh and burying her tongue in her as she pushed back.
“It's always nice to have such an eager follower.” She cooed at him, once again lowering her tail to squeeze his head in between it and her sex. Her pelvic muscles twitched and smeared more of her gooey mess all down his chest, clit rubbing between his pecs. “But that beard!”
“MRMPH!” Kagero muffled into her rump before she once again let him go. This time, he didn't bother complaining or protesting. Instead, he just dove back into her cunt, smacking his lips to hers, nuzzling his face between her rump cheeks and lapping up the fluid.
All at once, she leaned back and squatted down, her tail base pressing to the back of his skull, holding him in place as she stepped back. He tripped and lost his footing, and he would have fallen onto his rump if not for the tail holding him in place. He was grateful at first, until she literally leaned back into a sitting position, trapping Kagero between her rump and the ground.
She wagged her hips some, rubbing her pussy onto his face with every movement. He struggled a bit, but she paid him no mind since she was focusing on the idle licking and rubbing against her lips. She stayed there a moment, sitting on his face and enjoying every bit of pleasure he had to offer. Her eyes rolled back in her skull and she curled her talons, a whimper escaping her beak as she clenched her pelvic muscles, an orgasm bubbling up within her.
The gryphoness let out a long, extended giggle of pleasure as she felt a flow of her fluids explode from her cunt to absolutely soak Kagero from head to toe, leaving him in a puddle of slimy pink goop. She got up and turned around to look at him, laughing gently and pawing at his hard cock. He was laying there with arms and legs spread out, a smile on his face, eyes closed.
After a moment, he coughed up her juices and started idly rubbing himself, using her fluids as lubricant.
“Nope, You're not done with me!” Ceylon scolded as she stepped over him, pecking at his belly and nuzzling his member. She took another step forward and threatened to sit on his face again, but as he opened his eyes to see he just smiled and leaned up to nuzzle into her. Instead, she rolled onto her back with all four legs up in the air. “Come on, if you really want to, come here.” She smiled at him, her chest rumbling with a persistent purr.
He coughed again, spewing her fluid from his lungs, but he was kind of shocked to feel that, despite the fluid in his chest, he could still breathe and it wasn't uncomfortable. He gulped and inhaled her juices again as he rolled to his knees. He tried to speak, but found he couldn't.
“Don't worry, Kagero. That pink stuff is magic. You can breathe it, but you won't be able to speak. I'm sure you already figured that out. It'll pass, but for now, how else am I going to get you in my womb? I wouldn't want you to suffocate.” She smiled and lashed her tail out and curled the tip of it around his torso, tugging him towards her lips.
Kagero nodded and grinned as he leaned into her, pressing his hips to hers. His cock disappeared into her with ease, her soft folds smothering his flesh as he bucked his hips. He didn't even have to spread his legs out or grind against his knees to get low enough, her lips were up high enough that he could comfortably penetrate.
Ceylon kept her tail tight around his hips, helping him to push into her. She grunted and clenched her muscles to spew her fluids all over his crotch, soaking his pubes and gumming him up between cock, balls, and thighs.
He wasn't prepared to finish too early, so he pulled away and leaned back down, laying belly to her tail as he buried his face between her folds. She just didn't seem to stop producing her fluids! It was getting everywhere, but he didn't mind! He pushed himself in further, bringing both hands in to part her lips wide, gaping her open from vulva to cervix, her soft folds glimmering in the dancing light of the torches.
There was an oddly long pause as he gazed into her, the cherry pink walls gently undulating beneath her clit, the gooey tendrils of her fluid webbing from wall to wall to his fingers to his mouth. Tiny little pools of lubrication formed in every little divot and wrinkle of her sex. As he stared, he was taken off guard by her tail opening up and wrapping around the back of his head, forcing his face into that gaping wide chasm of gryphon. As he flailed, he took note of whatever it was grasping his head and forcing it between her lips.
Her tail seemed to part into three petals, each with teeth for grip, and that triple-maw was wrapped around his head from behind, forcing him forward as her lips spread apart and slid over his cheeks, enveloping his head in one fluid motion. All at once, he could hear the gentle flutter of her heartbeat as her walls squeezed his ears tight to his skull, her muscles massaging his neck and chin, keeping him in place.
Adrenaline flowed through his body and he felt his erection weaken as he struggled against her flesh, but he quickly relented to her, since her vulval contractions were squeezing him tight around the neck. His nose was in a puddle of femme-cum, and as he inhaled he felt it all slide through his nostrils and into his lungs. More filled up the small spots between his facial skin and her pussy flesh, as though her walls were secreting the thick breathable lubricant.
Ceylon laid her head back and tensed her tail up again, applying more pressure to the back of his head, forcing him in deeper as her lips parted and slid over his shoulders, pinning his biceps to his chest. The gryphon curled her toes and grinded her hips against him, writhing on the dusty slab in front of the temple pyramid, the light of the torches illuminating the area.
A deep, pervasive rumble surrounded Kagero as he heard Ceylon's inner workings doing their job. There was a fast paced beat of her heart droning on over the gurgle and rumblings of her gut and purring. It was oddly calming, to have the steady noise of the gryphon's insides massaging him as her muscles caressed him, the soft flesh sliding over his skin and smearing the fluids all over. As he slid in deeper, the muscles sucking on him and the tail maw pushing on his rump, he slid his hands around to his front and grabbed his member, stroking on it as her pussy clenched around him.
He wasn't sure if he did it on purpose or if it was a happy accident, but as he slid deeper through her birth canal, face pressed to the tight rim of flesh that was her cervix, he felt his cock tip press against her rump, penetrating her ass in passing. She stopped pushing long enough for him to spread his legs and buck his hips, burying cock in gryphon rump in one fluid motion. In response, she squeezed him around the midsection, her entire body writhing and squirming in pleasure as more of her slick arousal trailed over his rump and soaked him between his rump cheeks.
The tightness of her ass was a pleasant difference from the gaping, easily stretched flesh of her pussy, and the combined sensations mixed with the deep, spiritual realization that he was literally being unbirthed into the goddess he worshiped and fantasized about brought him to orgasm quite quickly. Inside her canal, he gulped and grunted as he bucked his hips, the soft flesh of her asshole massaging him and coaxing stream after stream of gooey seed into her bowels, where it was likely to be absorbed into her.
If nothing else, a part of him would always be within her, and that thought let him relax enough to let her muscles suck him in deeper. The second he felt his cock soften and bend down, releasing the hook from her rump hole, her body angled and he slid right in, cervix gliding over his face and pussy lips swallowing him past the hips, leaving only his knees and below kicking out in the muggy air of the jungle night, her winking clit tickling the back of his thighs
As he slipped into her, he felt the abundance of her fluids smother him, leaving him floating in the abyss of her heavenly womb. His feet were just outside of her for a moment, and he felt her claws reach out to tug his socks off. Right. He had forgotten to take them off! Now fully disrobed, he was able to spread his elbows out in her womb for leverage, pulling his feet inside as he curled up.
Kagero took in a long, deep breath of her fluids and started using his toes to play with her folds and soft flesh. It was completely dark inside and he couldn't see a thing, but he still smiled and idly used his hands to prod at the tender walls. He found her cervix as it closed up, a plug of thicker gooier fluid stopping him from escaping. To his surprise, he also felt another cervix above the first, right below his face.
A gentle whoosh was heard as the walls collapsed around him, the remaining vestiges of air escaping her womb in one steady motion. Her tender womb pressed to him, filling in every crack and crevice in his form, gumming him up between the folds of his arms and legs and body with fluids. The motion forced him into the fetal position, his head pressed gently against the second cervix as his mind started to drift off into a dreamlike state.
Perhaps this all was a dream? His final thoughts before falling into silent lucidity were curiosity about what would happen to him if this was all truly happening, and what he might do in the future, should he survive this self-sacrifice.
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Ceylon closed her eyes and clenched her pelvic muscles as she felt the air escape between her lips. “Well that was interesting.” She mused to herself as she rolled to her feet, feeling the human shift around in her womb, the bulge writhing inside before finally resting. Her belly was swollen, but that wasn't uncommon at all for her, be it from people she'd swallowed or used as sex toys. There were many ways to satisfy her.
Kagero would be fine, of course. She would never do anything to harm anyone who revered her so. The world was a cruel place and admiration was hard to come by, she could use all the love she could get. That's why, rather than disappearing into the treeline beyond the temple, she curled up on the altar and slept, the human's clothes and pack resting beneath her.
The constant motion of him inside her kept her up most of th enight, but when the sun peeked up over the horizon, she got back to all fours, happily ready to part ways with her affectionate worshiper.
“Kageeeerooooo!” a voice was heard calling in the distance.
Ceylon huffed in frustration, not wanting to leave just yet, she wanted to enjoy more intimacy with him before leaving him here to do his research. Still, his friends were coming and she didn't want to be seen by them, so she laid down on her side and mentally forced the contractions to start. Her belly squeezed tight as her water broke, the fluids spilling out her tail maw into a puddle before the altar. Alongside the first contraction, she felt him squirm about in her womb, waking up from his comforting night within her.
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Time passed slowly inside the gryphon goddess. With her flesh smothering him and squishing around him, he slept. He was deep within a dreamlike state, with images of the gods alive around him, surrounding him. It was like they were talking to him, granting him knowledge.
Dreams are funny, of course, and the words spoken to him could have been sincere, they could have been from the source, and they could have been objects of his imagination. He didn't have time to dwell on it before finally feeling that constricting sensation around him, the fluid rushing from the womb and the cervix dilating as his head was pushed through it.
The pathway back out seemed to take a lot longer, and was much tighter than before. It wasn't until he felt the first streams of light filtering in that he got a good look at what had happened. He had been birthed through the gryphoness' tail! Spit back from the maw! That was a very, very interesting bit of physiology he would have to remember. That was, if these thoughts didn't pass when the wisps of dream evaporated.
“Kagero, I am going to leave you now, but I'd like to see you again some time. Here is a gem, take it out, speak to it at any other temple, and I will hear your calls. In the mean time, please keep our secrets, people can know about us, but not that we're still around.” She leaned in for a kiss, nuzzling her beak to his cheek with her tail maw still clamped shut around his waist.
His morning wood prodded against the soft inner flesh before one final squeeze and a tug had the tail's throat slide off his feet. Kagero couldn't see, due to the gummy mess that was in his eyes, but he did remember her words. He blinked, rubbing his face of the pink-slime mess, clearing his vision. When his eyes were clear, he glanced around the temple to find Ceylon, only to see she was nowhere to be found. She had already disappeared.
“Kaaageeerooooo!” One of his companions called. They were close.
He quickly rushed to his pile of clothes and covered himself as best he could before any of his fellow explorers found him. If they saw him naked and covered in slime, he would have a lot more to explain than why he was at the temple, alone.
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