This choice: You refuse, and the gryphon punishes you. • Go Back...Chapter #7Refusing the gryphon by: lkjuiop   Your mind is a whirlwind. Part of you wants to run, despite knowing how helpless the situation is. The gryphon is massive, and could easily catch up to you if you try anything. It would be wiser to just do as it commands and rub the mighty mythical beast's paws.
But you can't muster up the courage to do it. Your primal instincts are taking over, and all they see is a viscous predator ready to rip you apart! The stink of his musty paws are clouding your judgement, and you can't help but let those instincts take over.
You run as fast as you can...until you suddenly stop.
Of course. You completely forgot you're on top of the side of a mountain. The 'entrance' is so high up that there's no way you would ever survive the fall.
Your captor already knew this, so he doesn't rush walking up to you. You don't dare turn around, but it doesn't matter. The ground shakes as he stomps his massive frame over to you, and you can feel his hot breath against your neck.
"Foolish morsel. You would dare to run? To disobey your master?"
You can feel your hair stand on end. Even if you did decide to jump, there would be no escaping the gryphon now. He would save you before you landed, only to bring you right back to his den.
A beak clamps down on your shirt as he drags you deeper into his lair. It gets darker and darker, to the point that you can barely see anything other than the gryphon's piercing, glowing eyes.
He drops you without warning, sending you to the rough stone floor. A claw swipes at you with expert precision, tearing no flesh but ripping your clothes to shreds. He looks over you like a slab of meat, sniffing at your privates.
"I had hoped for a useful servant, but you disobeyed me at the first opportunity."
He stomps over you, letting his lower half hover over you. He's twice as long as you, his sheer size stopping you from moving. You don't dare move for fear of getting crushed under his feet. If only you had this instinct sooner...
As disappointed as the mighty mythical beast sounds, his body tells a different story. He's rock hard, his length dangling over your quivering form. His girthy cock is dripping with seed, sourced by two massive sagging orbs. The pre splatters onto your chest, hitting you with a sickening slimy warmth. The smell of his superior musk is enough to make your mind fuzzy.
You can hear him purring eagerly. He's excited to get on with your 'punishment', whatever it may be. Meanwhile, you're completely helpless. Fear and musk combine to hold you in place just as good as one of his talons would, until the gryphon finally decides to...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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