He clicks his beak softly, slowly rolling onto his back, spreading his legs and nuzzling your side. "Craw?" He always did like your soft, gentle touch.
"Awww, you want a rub?" You chuckle, standing up and wiping your hands on a towel you'd brought. "Sorry boy, but I think you're better sleeping now, what with that wound. I'm gonna need you in best form tomorrow to find my sister..." He whines softly, looking at you, pleading with his eyes, his black cock shifting a little, the tip showing a bit. Heh, even in a time like this, he's not too tired to be arroused, obviously by the scent of the gryphon hens on you. You cross your arms and try to be firm with him. "No... you're tired. Try to get some sleep..." You say that, though in truth you really doesn't want to leave him needing so obviously. Of course, you don't want to take him to the hens right now.
You think for a moment. I'd be odd, but you could give him a hand job, just to get rid of his tension and help him relax for the night. It's unlikely anyone would walk in...
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