GRYPHONS’ DISCOVERY
© 2000, 2001 by L Gelling

Storyline: It is five years since Tarin and Gregin first met Elania and, by gryphonic tradition, they, and other mature males, are sent out from the clan on a mission of ‘self-discovery’, as it were, the purpose of which was to ready maturing gryphons for living in the world around them.  Now being best friends, Tarin and Gregin fly off together to the west, to seek out wisdom, strength, and other wonders....

It was a rather cold day, the temperatures over the past week or so having plummeted to near freezing.  Leaves fell thick and fast from the trees, ice was forming at the sides of slow-moving streams, and large flocks of birds were winging their way south.  Winter was falling over the land, and Gregin and Tarin were suffering miserably.
The edges of Tarin’s beak were clacking together, much like human teeth chattering, in the frigid air he and Gregin were flying through.  He was sure that, if he happened to turn and look at his wings, he’d see ice on them.
Ahead of him, Gregin was flying, scanning the terrain for a safe place to spend the night.  It was nearly nightfall, and both gryphons were getting tired, of flapping their wings, of the incessant wind that threatened to freeze up their respiratory passages, and of winter in general.
Finally Gregin began spiralling down to the ground.  Tarin gratefully followed, anxious to let his cramping muscles relax.  As they glided down, he saw a cave opening at the base of the cliff they were flying parallel to.  Idly he wondered if the cave would be big enough to hold them.
He soon found out.  He touched down a few seconds after his friend, and traipsed in after him.  The cave was just big enough to comfortably accommodate both gryphons, running about twelve metres into the cliff, and about five wide.
“Yes, this’ll do quite nicely,” Gregin said appreciatively, gazing around the cave’s interior.  Almost immediately he flopped down onto the floor, and yawned.  “Come on, cuddle up.  It’s bloody freezing!”
Tarin followed that instruction with enthusiasm.  They had found that if they huddled in a ball, they could pool what little heat their bodies generated, allowing them to survive the falling temperatures.
They positioned themselves so that they were top-and-tailing, somewhat like a sixty-nine, and made themselves comfortable.  “Night, Tarin.”  Tarin yawned then replied.  “Night, Gregin.”  The two gryphons fell asleep in short order, snuggling up to each other as the lowering red sun disappeared over the horizon.
Tarin had been asleep for only three or four hours when he woke, feeling something dripping onto his face.  Slightly annoyed at having his sleep disturbed, he opened his eyes...and found a fully erect cock, dribbling what Tarin surmised to be pre-cum.  Eww! he thought, and made to push himself away.  On further reflection, he craned his neck to get a view of his friend’s face.  His friend appeared to be quite happy, his beak bent in a slight grin.  Every now and then Gregin muttered a few words quietly, then fell silent again.
Glancing at the oozing prick in front of his face, Tarin, on a sudden impulse, flicked out his long tongue, and licked the head of his friend’s cock, tasting the emission as his friend whimpered in pleasure at the contact.
Not bad, Tarin thought as he swallowed.  Barely daring to believe that he was doing it, he went back for more, gently swiping his agile tongue over Gregin’s cockhead, enjoying the odd spicy taste of his pre-cum.
Gregin let out a quiet moan, and began thrusting.  He was quite clearly having an erotic dream.
Opening his beak wide, Tarin let his friend’s prick thrust into his mouth, the long rod almost gagging him as it went down his throat.  Quickly overcoming the gag reflex, Tarin used his tongue on the cock’s length to further Gregin’s enjoyment.
Gregin was starting to pant, and soon shifted into a higher gear, fucking his prick rapidly in and out of Tarin’s mouth and throat.  Then with a loud, triumphant cry, Gregin let loose, long jets of thick cum shooting into his friend’s oral cavities.
Tarin almost choked on the unexpected bounty, but managed to swallow the first mouthful.  After the second he had worked out the trick to it, and was swallowing jism easily, letting the warm fluid slide down into his crop, where it was churned up for later digestion.
He was sorry when about a minute later Gregin’s ejaculation had slowed to a bare trickle.  He used his tongue to collect the last few drops of cum, and swallowed them into his crop, from where he could regurgitate it if his friend wished for a taste.  Sighing contentedly, he lay his head down again, and fell asleep.

Neither gryphon awoke until about two hours after dawn the next morning, when the sun finally shone its bright rays directly into the cave.  Gregin came awake muttering to himself about the inconsiderableness of the sun at waking him so early, whereas Tarin merely blinked a few times and yawned.
While performing their usual morning stretches, Tarin noticed his friend shooting odd glances at him, and remembered the events of the night before.  “Have an interesting dream, did you?” Tarin asked casually, shooting his own surreptitious glances at Gregin’s nether region.
Gregin looked sharply at Tarin, then quickly looked away.  “Er...what gave you that idea?”  His nares (nostrils) started to turn red with embarrassment.  He trotted outside on the pretence of viewing the surrounding terrain.
Tarin followed him, starting to enjoy this little tête-à-tête.  “Oh, nothing,” he said, before dropping the bombshell.  “Maybe it was the way you fucked my mouth, your obvious sounds of pleasure, or the cropful of cum I have that gave it away.”
If Gregin’s face could have gone red, it would have.  As it was, the feathers on his head and neck rose up, and Gregin looked slightly uncomfortable.  “I woke up when you started licking me, and I thought ‘what the heck’.  I had no idea you were so good at that.”
His tone was almost enough to make Tarin break out into giggles.  Grinning, he said, “I’ve stored what you gave me.  You want some?”  At Gregin’s answering nod, he used the strong muscles in his throat to regurgitate some of the swallowed semen in his crop.  Holding the stuff in his mouth, he gestured for his friend to lie on the ground.  Then he leaned over and positioned his beak over the one below.  Gregin’s beak opened, and Tarin let the semen spill down into the waiting mouth.
Gregin swallowed, surprised at how nice it tasted.  “Not bad, considering it’s my own.”  He got up, and faced Tarin, his eyes sparkling.  “You’ve never done that before?”
Shaking his head, Tarin said, “No, of course not.  I just happened to take the opportunity, that’s all.  What exactly were you dreaming about to have got you so aroused?”
Gregin sighed, and sat down on his haunches, staring down at the ground.  “If you must know, I was dreaming about....”  He paused, trying to think of a good way of putting it.  “I was dreaming of you, to be honest, and about how good it would be to fuck you.”  He looked up at his friend.  “I think since we’ve been together I’ve been attracted to you, but I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it.  Those black spots of yours really are quite attractive, you know.”
Tarin was, to say the least, surprised at his friend’s revelation.  His beak opened and closed a few times, then stayed shut as he tried to assimilate the information.  “Well.  I’m flattered.  I honestly don’t know what to say.”
Gregin looked at Tarin with an expression of longing.  “Please...say you’ll be mine.  I really want you.  You’re all I can think about, while I’m drifting along on the breeze all day.”  His face took on a downcast expression.  “I’ll understand if you think I’m sick and twisted.  After all, a male gryphon liking another would cause an outrage in the clan.  Imagine what our parents would say....”  He started drawing idly in the dirt, silent.
“Um,” Tarin offered, trying to think his way through what he had been told.  If the truth were to be told, he had actually enjoyed the previous night’s encounter, and wanted to experience that again, as well as any other activity Gregin wanted to engage in.  He found himself liking the proposition more and more.  “Sure, why not?” he said finally.  “I really enjoyed your performance last night, and I look forward to more such activities.  But,” he added in a warning tone, “no-one must find out about this.  We’d be out of the clan faster than you could say ‘Fuck me’ if they got wind of it.”
In response, Gregin nodded solemnly.  “Agreed.  I know of a couple of other guys in the same situation.  I only found out about them by accident.  I should think they’d be amenable to having someone else join their ‘exclusive’ club.”  He chuckled grimly.
Tarin changed the subject.  “Now, perhaps we’d better find something to eat and get going.  There’s a nice lake about a half-day’s flight southward we could spend a few days at.”  Tarin grinned at his friend, who returned it.

The sun reflected off the lake’s surface, ripples shattering the light into tiny pieces.  The two gryphons were lazing on the yellow sand of the shore, Tarin curled up close to Gregin, both watching the wispy clouds ahead go drifting by.
Gregin took a deep breath, then sighed in contentment, relishing the feel of his friend’s warm body against his own.  He idly cast his mind back to when he first starting feeling attracted to males.  It had been about a year and a half ago.  He had been flying around aimlessly, looking for some excitement, when he had noticed a gryphon on the ground, looking about as if making sure the coast was clear.  Curiosity getting the better of him, Gregin had landed out of sight, but close enough so that he could trail the furtive-looking gryphon to his destination.
He had followed for about a mile, partly through thick forest, until they came to a secluded clearing, barely visible from the air.  Gregin had hidden in a large clump of bushes, and watched as he saw the gryphon he’d followed greet another affectionately.  He’d watched dumbfounded as the first, after some playing around with his mate, mounted the second, and proceeded to fuck his arse as if it were a female’s cunt.
Gregin’s prick had got quite hard as he watched, and he’d gently rubbed himself with one paw until, stifling his moan of release, he’d offloaded into the bush in which he was concealed.  A few seconds later, the first gryphon was shouting his way through an orgasm, thrusting really deep to shoot his seed into his friend’s bowels.
After that, the two had swapped around and continued, unaware of their secret spectator.  Gregin had watched intently, eyeing the strong muscles rippling over their bodies as they fucked, the sweat running in small rivulets down their legs, then came to a sudden realisation that females didn’t really interest him.  Sure, he’d mated with a few, produced no gryphlets (much to his relief), but there was no...overwhelming lust like these two were exhibiting.
From somewhere he had got the courage to step out of the bushes and confront them directly.  After their initial shock and dismay, the two listened with interest as Gregin explained his actions.  Not long after that, he’d been gently initiated into the group, now totalling three members.
Gregin gradually came back to reality again, noticing he was aroused again.  Tarin noticed too.  “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked coyly.
“I might be...but where are we going to find a large yellow duck with four legs and purple spots?” Gregin joked, knowing what Tarin was really talking about.
Tarin turned his head, and gazed reproachfully at his friend.  “You know very well what I’m thinking, and I’m sure I have the same thought as you.”
“Sorry...I couldn’t resist,” Gregin chuckled.  “Will here suit you?”  He got to his feet, his long prick dangling beneath him ready for action.
Tarin smiled.  “Of course.”  He moved into position, looking back over his shoulder to watch what his new lover did.  “This fine?”
Gregin nodded.  “Just perfect.”  He moved up behind Tarin, and licked his puckered anus, digging into it with his agile tongue.
Tarin started, not expecting his anus to be played with like that.  “What are you doing?” he asked.
“Lubing you up, in effect.  The first time is always the hardest, so it pays to have plenty of lube to help things along.”  Gregin continued probing his mate’s rectal chamber, making sure he supplied enough saliva to ease Tarin’s discomfort.
Gregin sighed.  “That should do, I hope.”  He rose up on his hind legs, and shuffled forward, resting the bulk of his weight on Tarin’s back.  His cockhead dangled barely an inch away from his friend’s anus.  “Don’t resist me; just try to relax.  I’ll go slowly for you.”  At Tarin’s nod of affirmation, Gregin pressed forward, letting his cockhead touch his mate’s anus, then push in an inch or two.
Tarin winced.  “Aargh.  That’s a big dick you have back there.”  He felt another inch force its way in through his rear entrance.  “That’s enough for the moment.  Just give me a minute or so to get used to this thing.”
“Ready.”  Tarin braced himself for more pain, but as Gregin slipped more of his prick into his arse, he noticed that it didn’t hurt so much.  He was quite pleased with himself when he heard his mate say, “I’m in all the way.”  He grinned.  “Go for it.”
Gregin withdrew his cock slowly, then pushed it back in, watching Tarin’s face for any indication he was causing undue distress.  Not seeing any, he repeated the action, then again.  “All right now, is it?”
A grin was shot back at him.  “It feels pretty good.  Still hurting very slightly, but it’s passing.”  Gregin nodded, and starting putting a little more effort into his fucking, thrusting a bit harder, slightly faster.
It wasn’t long before Tarin was bucking up against Gregin’s thrusts, urging him to go deeper.  “Oh, yeah!  Ram it in!  Deeper!”  Gregin obeyed, really slamming into his friend, driving his prick as far into his bowels as he could, balls slapping against Tarin’s.
With a shuddering cry, Gregin orgasmed.  “Ohhh...ohhh...that’s so good....”  Again and again his spunk erupted into Tarin’s back passage, filling his friend to the max.
Tarin felt a hot, sticky sensation begin in his rectum, and grinned to himself.  “Go for it, Gregin!  Shoot that sperm into me like there’s no tomorrow!”  He could feel pressure building up back there, as his rectum was flooded with fresh jizz.  Not having enough room to expand, the cum started leaking out around Gregin’s cock, which continued to slide easily in and out of Tarin’s butt.
All too soon it was over.  Gregin had shot every last drop of cum into his friend, and was now lying on the sand regaining his strength.  “That was...so...great,” he panted, his tongue hanging out the side of his beak.
A nod came back as Tarin’s answer.  “Wasn’t it?  I think that when you’ve recovered sufficiently, I’d like to do the same for you.”  He looked at his mate.  “All right with you?”
Gregin nodded back.  “Sure...I’ll be fine...in a few...minutes,” he panted.
Less than ten minutes later, Gregin was ready.  Tarin started off by licking his anus lightly, then plunging it in as far as he could.  “Yipe!” yelped Gregin.  “You’re eager!”
Tarin merely grinned and continued probing his rectal chamber for another minute before pulling his tongue out.  He then stood up on his hind legs, and mounted his friend, plunging his slightly shorter prick into the slick hole.
A moan of pleasure drifted back on the breeze as Tarin commenced his butt-fucking.  “I’ve missed out on a lot of things in life, but I’m glad this isn’t one of them!” he exclaimed breathlessly after a couple of minutes.
“Oh, yeah,” murmured Gregin.  “My friends will be very pleased to meet you.”  He shuddered as another wave of pleasure swept through his body.  “Must have been from that vixen you met up with years ago.  What was her name?”
Tarin kept up his steady thrusting as he sifted through his memories for a name.  “Elania,” he said after a few seconds thought.  “That’s the name.  I wonder what she’s up to now....”  He trailed off, increasing his tempo as he climbed his way to a powerful orgasm.
Both were going hard out, Gregin ramming back onto his mate’s prick as he pushed forward.  Both were panting from the effort.  Tarin was starting to yell that we was getting near to his time.
Gregin’s flexible beak bent into a gryph-grin when he heard Tarin bellowing, and a hot flush warm up his bowels.  Again and again quick spurts of jizz fired into his rear, as Tarin slammed into his rear in the throes of passion.
Finally Tarin slowed and stopped, withdrawing his spent cock from his friend’s arse, and flopping down onto the sand.  “That...was...intense,” he managed, panting even more than Gregin had.
“That it was, my friend.  You are one great fucker.  I can’t wait to introduce you to Halen and Prosen.”  Gregin lay down as well, feeling Tarin’s semen sloshing around as he moved.  “I think I might just have a short nap.  Excuse me....”  With that he fell asleep almost immediately.
Tarin chuckled, and moved over to snuggle up to his new lover.  Lying there with his head leaning on Gregin’s side, he thought over the event of the last day or so.  Overall it had been very busy, and a heck of a lot of fun.  He yawned, and closed his eyes, letting the warm sunshine play on his fur and feathers, sending him to sleep.

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GRYPHONS’ DISCOVERY
Part II

Gregin and Tarin have returned home, and are now considered full adults.  While keeping up a facade of normal relations, they secretly indulge in their newfound passion.  Eventually they get the chance to meet with Gregin’s friends, and together they have a fun-filled afternoon....

“Give me a break, Soria!” snarled Gregin.  The little gryphlet who had followed after him whimpered, then started keening loudly.  Gregin sighed, and tried to calm his younger sister down.  “I’m sorry, Soria, but I want to be alone with my friend for a while, all right?  I’ll play games with you tomorrow, I promise.  No more tears?”
Soria sniffled, then nodded.  “Good,” Gregin said.  “Now off you go.  I think Brann’s around somewhere.  Go push him in the lake, hmm?”  The small creature gryph-grinned, then went off happily to seek out her friend.
“Sisters...oy!”  Rolling his eyes in exasperation, he set off in the direction of Tarin’s new aerie, situated in a prime location, with a panoramic view of the lake and the snow-capped mountains framing its northern edge.
Reaching it a few minutes later, having flown instead of taking the long way around, he settled down in a cleared area in front of a large cave.  “Anybody home?” Gregin called, looking around in case Tarin was outside.
“I’m up here!” called a voice from somewhere above.  Craning his neck upward, Gregin searched for the source of the yell.   Finding it, he yelled back, “Come down here!  I’ve got something to tell you.”
Tarin flew down a few seconds later, landing lightly on the ground.  “All right, then.  Now that you’ve interrupted my daily sunbathing session, what’s the fuss?”  He lay down, determined to get a few moments more of sunlight.
Gregin lay down as well before speaking.  “I’ve managed to get an afternoon away from Soria – you know, my sister?”  Tarin nodded in acknowledgement.  “Well, we have the whole afternoon free, and I thought this might be a great opportunity to meet my friends.”  Gregin winked at Tarin in a sly gesture.
“Oh really?”  Tarin raised the gryphonic equivalent of an eyebrow.  “Are they expecting us?”
“Not exactly...but I know exactly where they’ll be at this time of day.”  He turned his head to look in the direction of the west side of the lake.  “See that grove of oak trees over there?  That’s where they normally go.”
Tarin followed Gregin’s gaze to stare at the barely visible grove.  “Ah, yes.  I know the place.”  He got up, stretching himself thoroughly.  “Shall we go pay a visit?  Oh, and while I’m thinking about it, do they have an excuse for being together so often?”  He flapped his wings a few times, shaking out any loose feathers.
“That’s an interesting question.  I’ll ask them – if I remember.”  Gregin’s expression clearly showed that he wouldn’t.  Tarin sighed.  “Never mind.”  He leapt up into the air, hovering ungainly until his friend had got his wings in order.
Gregin launched himself into the air as well, and circled around, picking up altitude.  Tarin wasn’t far behind.  At a height of around two hundred metres they picked up a thermal, and used that to boost their flight over the lake.  Why flap when one could coast?
The trip didn’t take very long, only ten minutes at most.  Before they landed Gregin swivelled his head around, checking for observers, then dove quickly into the trees, Tarin right behind him.
They landed softly on the ground, their talons scratching up the leaf litter that lay strewn over the forest floor.  “Just a short walk, and we’re there.  Just follow me.”  Tarin sighed.  Like he had much of a choice?
It was dark in the wood, but not unduly so.  Up above, in the intertwined branches, numerous birds sang quietly, ceasing their tunes as the gryphons passed underneath, then resuming.  Tarin grinned to himself, enjoying the momentary feeling of being at the top of the food chain.
“Here we are,” Gregin whispered, coming upon a large clearing, an area where the tree cover let in more light, but still obscured the ground below.  Tarin came up from behind and cast his gaze over the area.
In the centre of the clearing, about twenty metres away, were two gryphons, somewhat larger than himself.  Refocusing his eyes to get a sharper image, he could see that they were engaged in some oral activity.  One was lying on his back, licking at the genitals of the other, who was standing over him facing in the opposite direction.  He too was licking quite spiritedly at the other’s bits.
Tarin looked at Gregin with an expression of inquiry.  “What now?” he asked, not particularly willing to just walk on in.
“Leave it to me.”  Gregin padded into the clearing, and just stood for a few seconds, waiting for one of them to notice his presence.  Eventually one did, looking up with a startled expression, when he cleared his throat loudly.
“Oh!  Gregin!  We weren’t expecting you....”  The flustered gryphon trailed off into silence, and just stood staring.  “So...for what do we owe the honour of this visit?” he finally asked, breaking the tension.
“I’ve brought a friend for you to meet.”  He looked in the direction of the bush Tarin was concealed behind.  “Tarin, come out and here and meet the boys.”
A rustling of leaves, then Tarin appeared, padding up to stand next to Gregin.  “Tarin, this is Halen.  Underneath him is Prosen.  You two,” he said, reversing the introduction, “this is Tarin – a new convert, you might say.”  Tarin nodded in acknowledgment, as did Halen.  Prosen couldn’t really do the same, as he was still engaged in his vigorous licking.
“A pleasure to meet you, Tarin,” said Halen.  Looking him over, Tarin judged that he was at least fifteen kilograms heavier, and a heck of a lot more muscular.  His colouring was of a mottled cocoa and grey, the feathers an even tan.  “Same here, I’m sure,” he returned.  He glanced down at Prosen, his gaze travelling down his body to his impressive cock.
“Don’t mind him,” Halen said, noticing Tarin’s gaze.  “He never says much in the first place.  Anyway,” he continued, abruptly changing the topic, “what are you like at fucking?  I have a hole aching to be filled, and my partner’s otherwise occupied.”
Tarin blinked rapidly at Halen’s blunt remark.  “I’m all right, I suppose.  Gregin’s the only one who’d have any opinion on my sexual prowess – and a cute vixen I met some years ago.  She thought I was pretty good.”
The other gryphon nodded, then looked at him sharply.  “A vixen, eh?  What was it like?  I’ve heard of the odd tale or two about gryphons mating with other species, but I’ve never actually come across anyone who claims to have done it.”
Tarin shrugged his wings, flipping them out then back onto his back.  “Great.  She could suck cock like you wouldn’t believe, and her arse...exquisitely tight.”  He sighed in recollection.  “But that was over five years ago, and we haven’t seen each other since.”
“Ah,” Halen remarked simply.  Then he cleared his throat.  “Enough reminiscing.  Get in behind!” he ordered, a gryph-grin on his face.  He turned his head around to watch Tarin move round to his rear end, losing sight of his head when the other bent down to lick at his puckered anus.  He shivered slightly with the sensation of an agile tongue worming its way into his butt.
Gregin watched for a few seconds, a small smirk on his face, before he glanced down to Prosen.  “Hey, Pro,” he said, crouching down so he could get a better view of his face.  “Come out from under there and give your other friend a lick, hmm?  Can’t have Hal monopolising your time.”
The gryphon underneath Halen took his beak away from the large cock he was busy with, and turned his head to regard Gregin with large golden eyes.  “No, we couldn’t have that now, could we?”  With a bit of difficulty Prosen managed to slide himself out from under his partner.  “Oy, it’s good to be on one’s feet again.”  He shook himself and stretched out his wings, giving them a good shake.  “That’s better.”
“Is it?”  Gregin lay down on the ground, and rolled over onto his back.  His filling sheath was very much in evidence, the first few inches of his cock sliding out into the cool air.  The gryphon looked up at Prosen expectantly.  “Perhaps you can now make me feel better now.”
Prosen chuckled deep in his throat, and moved forward to take up position beside Gregin.  Lying down himself, he bent his head forward and used the tip of his long tongue to gently tease the head of the other’s cock, eliciting a whimper of pleasure and a bout of butt-wiggling.
Continuing his ministrations, Prosen snaked his tongue down Gregin’s length, to curl around the wide base, using the tips of his claws to tickle his bulging ball-sac.  He then brought his head up, looked Gregin in the eyes, then went down on him fully.
The slick meaty shaft slid into Prosen’s beak smoothly, nudging the back of his throat as he took the entire length into his mouth.  Gregin whimpered in delight as Prosen’s tongue rasped gently on the sensitive skin of his prick, giving himself up to the tender ministrations of his partner.
While those two were enjoying their company, Tarin had decided he’d done enough butt-kissing (and licking besides!) and was now getting ready to demonstrate his abilities.
With a practised movement, Tarin rose up on his hind legs, shuffling forward to rest his forepaws on Halen’s back.  As he moved to enter Halen’s tailhole, he had a momentary panic that he would miss his target and make a fool of himself.  His fears were quickly dispelled when, on the first attempt, his cock slid smoothly into the other gryphon’s butt.
Halen moaned quietly, a blissful expression coming over his face as he felt his new lover enter him for the first time.  “That feels wonderful,” he murmured, swivelling his head around to look Tarin in the eyes.
“I’m glad you think so,” Tarin said, blushing very slightly.  “I haven’t had any complaints so far.”  He felt his cock hit bottom, and he pulled out an inch then shoved it back in, repeating the motion over and over.
The gryphon underneath him shuddered with immense pleasure, almost involuntarily shoving himself backward against Tarin.  “Ooh, those short strokes are just the thing to get one going,” he said with a grin.  Then, in a more serious tone of voice, “But I’m sure you can do much better than that.  Go on...give it to me!”
Tarin didn’t bother answering, instead letting his actions speak for him.  He thrust shortly for a few more strokes, then pulled his prick out until the head was just inside, and rammed it back in as hard as he could.
Gregin chuckled with amusement when he heard Halen’s startled yelp, then groaned when Prosen gave his nut-sac a gentle squeeze.  “That feels nice,” he murmured quietly, twisting his head slightly so he could get a better view of his other two friends.  His attention was drawn away after a few seconds when Prosen released his dick from its warm confines.
Straddling Gregin, Prosen looked his mate in the eyes, and backed himself up until he felt the hard rod of maleness touching his butt.  With a little bit of repositioning, the head of Gregin’s cock pressed against his puckered anus.  With a happy sigh he slowly impaled himself, the stiff meat sliding in effortlessly until its entirety rested in his butt.
Curving the corners of his beak in a gryphonic smile Prosen began to move back and forth slowly, revelling in the sensation of Gregin’s masculinity sliding out then in again.  He turned his head to regard the other two.
“Oh, yeah!  That’s it, mate; I want that cock buried so far in my rump you’ll have to dig it out!”  Halen’s voice was rising as he rammed back onto Tarin’s powerful thrusts.  A loud slapping sound emanated from the bodily contact as he drove his cock ever faster and harder into Halen’s hole.
Tarin shifted into a higher gear, an indication of his impending explosion.  Halen sensed the moment too, and he encouraged his lover further with more comments.  “Hurry up and come already!  My guts haven’t had a good blasting in days!”
Less than a minute later Tarin hit his peak.  With a triumphant keen of ecstasy he fucked his prick into Halen’s arse one last time and started letting his flood of liquid passion spew out.
Halen gasped when he felt his rectal passage start filling with hot gryphon seed, and he stood still, concentrating on the wonderful feelings that were rushing through his body from his rear.  He could perceive Tarin’s sticky offering spurting from cock into his lower bowels, and flexed his rectal muscles around the hard rod, wanting to coax as much of the life-giving fluid out of Tarin’s balls as possible.
Finally Tarin was spent, and he rested for a few moments on Halen’s back before pulling his prick reluctantly out of its gooey confines with a wet, sticky sound.  He tiredly collapsed onto his side, but before he could do anything more he felt Halen’s tongue licking at his maleness, cleaning it of its residue of cum.  “Thank you,” he murmured, smiling at Halen.
“You’re quite welcome, dear Tarin,” answered Halen, finishing his ministrations.  Raising his head he looked over at Prosen fucking himself on Gregin’s cock.  “If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll join the festivities over there.”  With a final lick he wandered over to the busy couple.
Gregin had his eyes closed blissfully, so he was unaware of Halen’s presence until he felt another weight settling on top of him, and another cock trying to force itself into Prosen’s already occupied hole.  He quickly opened his eyes, staring past Prosen at the widely grinning gryphon now mounting them.  “It’s tight enough in here as it is without adding your dick to it!” he complained, though with a heavily amused tone of voice.
“True, but I’ve been wanting to try this for ages, and now seems as good a time as any.”  Halen lightly bopped Prosen on his head with one forepaw, and asked him to stop moving for a moment.  Once the hole he was trying to enter was stationary he began to force his rod into it.  Slowly it began to slide in, albeit with a lot of effort on Halen’s part, and a few moans of discomfort from both Prosen and Gregin.
“Aargh!” moaned Prosen, feeling his tailhole widening way beyond what he had thought were tolerable limits.  “That hurts!”  Nevertheless he let the second cock invade his body, curious about what it would feel like once they got going again.
Eventually Halen had pushed nearly of his cock into Prosen’s arse, and he stayed like that for a few moments, panting, then pulled out a bit.
Prosen began to move again, pulling off Gregin’s dick as Halen withdrew, then pushing back down again when Halen thrust back in.  The rhythm was quickly established, and he found that, while it was still very uncomfortable, he was starting to enjoy being double-fucked in such a fashion.
Tarin, lying only a few metres away, grinned to himself as he lay watching the unfolding action.  Maybe he’d try that at some stage, but not just yet.  Right now, he was too exhausted to even consider the thought.  He closed his eyes and drifted off into a dream-filled doze, the sounds and smells of the fucking gryphons pervading his senses.
It wasn’t long before both Gregin and Halen came to their explosive orgasms.  The incredible sensation of their cocks rubbing against each other was just too strong a stimulation, and both began firing their thick, creamy semen into Prosen’s stretched rectum almost simultaneously, Gregin shooting first just the barest second before the other.
The rapid filling of his butt was enough to trigger Prosen’s own climax, the sticky jism spurting out as if under high pressure over his and Gregin’s bellies.  All three gryphons were keening loudly, the strangely dissonant sounds merging into one exultant cry that scared some of the surrounding wildlife into silence.
Halen pulled his softening cock out of Prosen’s hole with a tired sigh, grinning as he collapsed on the ground.  “That was so...awesome,” he said, panting heavily.
“That it was,” replied Prosen, who was himself getting off Gregin.  When he had done so he started licking his male milk off Gregin’s stomach fur, before turning to his own to clean.
Gregin felt as if he had all his energy crushed out of him, the dullness of lethargy creeping up on him with arms outspread.  “I’m so tired....  I think we’ll have time enough for a nap before we go back, hmm?”  He looked wearily at Tarin, and smiled.  “He has the right idea.”
“I second that,” murmured Halen, moving so he could rest his head on Prosen’s belly.  Prosen stroked his lover’s crest feathers, then ceased the action as he closed his eyes.  Within moments, all three gryphons had joined Tarin in slumber.

GRYPHONS’ DISCOVERY
Part III
© 2000, 2001 by L Gelling

This story is set some years after the previous story, due to a slight error on the author’s part.  The word ‘discovery’ takes a new meaning when Gregin’s sister Soria, younger by some twelve years, follows Gregin and Tarin to their forest ‘hide-away’....

Soria lay on the grassy hilltop, surveying the lake below.  The gentle breeze blowing through her feathers made small ripples on the water, showing as a dark blue‑green from her vantage point.
This afternoon she was spending some time by herself, wanting to feel Nature surrounding her.  She liked to stare up at the clouds and watch them drift by, imagining that they looked like rabbits, trees, fishes, gryphons....  Now and then she’d see other gryphons flying around, heading in and out of the aerie.  If she strained her eyes she could just about make out who each gryphon was ‑‑ the ones that she knew, anyway.
Her gaze strayed over to the aerie again, before returning to the lake.  “Hmm, what’s this?” she murmured, seeing two gryphons flying across the lake.  She adjusted her focus to try and make out individual features.  “Ah!  My brother and his friend.  I wonder what they’re up to?”  As she watched, they suddenly dived into the forest surrounding the lake, after casting furtive glances around them.
Soria, ever a curious gryphon, just had to find out what they were doing.  No‑one ever looked around like that unless they were wary of being followed.  She got to her feet and stretched, spreading her wings out, before leaping into the air and catching a handy updraft.  She glided towards the lake, keeping aloft with a minimum of effort, her eyes trained on the spot where her brother and his friend had disappeared.
When she was near the spot she saw an opening in the forest, where a couple of trees had fallen.  “Aha!” she thought to herself.  She circled slowly towards the clearing, then folded her wings to drop in, unfurling them again to backwing to a soft landing.
“Okay, now which way did they go?” she wondered, turning her head this way and that to find any signs of recent passage.  Finding what seemed to be a roughly trampled path heading deeper into the forest, she followed it.  As she proceeded, the wildlife in the trees stopped their incessant chatter, aware of the presence of a large predator moving through their neighbourhood.
The young gryphon had walked for only a couple of minutes when she began to hear the low murmurs of conversation not far ahead.  Moving as quietly as she could she crept up until she could hear what was being said, then secreted herself in a large leafy bush, pushing some of the internal branches away so she could see everything.
She looked out upon a large clearing; glancing upwards she saw that the trees grew so that their limbs obscured the clearing from casual scrutiny from the air.  A sort of dim twilight lit the area.  Less than three metres away stood her brother, Gregin.  Beside him was his friend Tarin, whom Soria had privately thought was the perfect gryphon for her.  Her gaze lingered on his lithe body for a few seconds, before she managed to tear it away to examine the other two gryphons.  They were bulkier than the other two, and their colouring was the usual assortment of mottled browns, with only slight traces of black to mar their fine looks.  “I still think Tarin’s more handsome,” she thought silently.  She settled in for a long, and hopefully interesting, wait.

“Nice to see you again, Tarin,” said Halen, taking a step forward and nuzzling Tarin with his beak.  “You too, Gregin.”  The other gryphon, Prosen, greeted them in the same way.  “No‑one followed?” Halen asked then, his voice taking on a serious note.
“Of course not.  We always check before we fly in,” Gregin said, slightly insulted.  “We’ve done this often enough to be sure of ourselves.”
Halen nodded, but didn’t look too convinced.  “There’s always a first time for everything, including getting caught.  That doesn’t include the time when you first found us.  Lucky you took an active interest, otherwise things could have become quite unpleasant for you.”
A chuckle escaped Tarin’s throat.  “Sorry,” he said apologetically when Gregin stared at him.  He still had a gryph‑grin on his face, though.  “It seemed rather funny when you told me how you met these two.  Imagine being given away by an orgasm!”
“Yes, well....”  Gregin hung his head, looking embarrassed.  “I sort of got carried away that time.  I don’t intend on making the same mistake twice.”  He cleared his throat and fluttered his wings.  “Anyway, we’re not here to talk.  Talking can wait until after we’re done.”
All four gryphons laughed for a few seconds, before separating into pairs, Tarin joining with Prosen, and Gregin with Halen.  Within seconds they were engaged in rather pleasant activities.

Soria, hidden in the bushes, was dumbfounded.  She found it hard to believe what her eyes and brain were telling her, yet almost right in front of her was her own brother, taking another gryphon’s cock balls deep in his beak.  Tearing her shocked gaze away to focus on Tarin, she was even more surprised to find him with his tongue up his partner’s tailhole.
The poor gryphon didn’t know what to do.  One part of her mind told her that she should just leave and go home, and pretend that she hadn’t seen anything.  Another part suggested that she stay and watch.  Yet another argued that four males getting it on with each other was totally wrong, and that she should tell somebody who would do something about it.
Finally she decided to just stay put and see what eventuated.  Moving carefully, she shifted her position so that she was a bit more comfortable, and peered out through the green foliage again.

Prosen sighed quietly with pleasure, enjoying the sensation of Tarin’s agile tongue worming around inside his rectum.  His cock, dangling below his body, felt as hard as rock; he ached to relieve the pressure building up in his balls.
Only a couple of feet away Gregin was lying underneath Halen, suckling on his thick member, bobbing his head up and down the entire length, taking the last inch or two down his throat.  Halen was groaning in ecstasy, digging his foreclaws into the ground, and carving deep furrows in the soft earth.
The only noises in the clearing were the rustling of the trees’ leaves, and the various sounds of sexual enjoyment, as well as the occasional chirp of a bird high above in the forest canopy.  The relative peace wasn’t to last much longer.
A loud keen of ecstasy rent the air as Halen gave in to his body’s urges, bucking his hips forward as he came.  Gregin was careful not to miss a drop as he swallowed his friend’s copious emission of thick spunk.  ‘He must have been saving up,’ he thought to himself after thirty seconds had passed and he was still swallowing the bittersweet cream.  He was left wanting more when the last drop had disappeared down his gullet, and Halen’s cock had softened.
Halen turned and nuzzled Gregin’s cheek.  “That was great, Gregin,” he said warmly, licking a stray droplet of cum from his beak.  “It’s been a long week without relief.”
“He would have been happy to service you,” Gregin replied, waving a talon in Prosen’s direction.  “Why didn’t you ask him?”
“Because I wanted to give you everything I had.”  Halen’s eyes seemed to sparkle, and he winked.  “And because you can handle the amount I give you.  He tends to dribble a bit.  No offence, Prosen.”
Prosen nodded.  “None taken.”  He turned around to glance at Tarin, whose head was still mostly hidden by the bulk of his rump.  “That’s enough of that.  You know what I like.”
“Sorry.  I got carried away.”  Tarin gave a few more internal licks before pulling his head away.  “You want it hard and fast, or slow and gentle?”
“Hmm...slow and gentle, I think.  You last longer that way.”  Prosen spread his legs a little, giving him better stability, then looked back at Tarin again.  “Ready when you are, mate.”
While Halen and Gregin watched, Tarin reared up onto his hind legs and shuffled forward to drape his body over Prosen’s.  “Oof!” gasped Prosen when Tarin dropped onto him.  “Gained a little weight, have we?”
“It’s all muscle,” Tarin replied smugly.  “Plenty of fucking has toned me up.”  He started humping forwards, until his cock, with precum oozing from the tip, found its mark.  With a sigh of satisfaction he slowly slid into Prosen’s body until his sheath was touching the other’s anus.  He then began to rock his hips back and forth, pulling his slick cock out almost all the way before pushing it back in.
“I love watching him in action,” murmured Gregin fondly to Halen.  “I’d take him over any female any day.”
A nod and gryph-grin was Halen’s reply.  “I know.  I feel the same way about Prosen.  It was sort of an accident, how we met.  I’ll have to tell you about it sometime.”
Smiling wryly to each other, the two gryphons lay down to watch Tarin make love to Prosen.

Soria watched the four males with a mixture of shock and fascination.  She had seen others doing much the same things that they were doing, but there was always at least one female involved.  Not so with these fellows.
Without conscious thought she moved a foreclaw down to rub gently at her femsex, which was by now rather wet.  She’d always fantasised about seeing Tarin in action, and it was coming true in front of her eyes.  It wasn’t quite what she expected, but she was going to make the most of the opportunity.  She smirked silently as she rubbed at her seeping pussy.  ‘This would be a good time to do some blackmail,’ she thought.
Before she got too far along the road to orgasm -- she was rather noisy, and she didn’t want to relent her position of power just yet -- she stopped rubbing herself, and very carefully, and quietly, made her way out of the bush.  She crept up behind Halen and her brother until she was a scant metre away, before sitting down on her haunches and waiting patiently for someone to notice her.  Thankfully no-one had noticed her.  She could hardly wait to see their reactions upon seeing her.

Tarin humped away at Prosen’s rear with long, slow movements, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensations of the other gryphon’s tailhole massaging his cock as he thrust it in and out.  He opened his eyes slightly, to glance down at Prosen, and got the shock of his life.  Sitting just behind his friends was Gregin’s younger sister.  With a gasp of surprise he stopped thrusting, staring gape-beaked at Soria.
“Strange...why did he stop?” Gregin murmured to Halen, looking at Tarin’s odd expression.  He turned his head to glance behind him, and let out a strangled squawk of surprise mixed with horror at seeing his sister right behind him.  “Oh, gods, no!”
Soria’s smirk was chilling, her eyes half-closed in an unpleasant manner.  “Hello, brother dear.  I see I’ve caught you at a bad time.  Perhaps I could ‘come’ back later?”  Her emphasis on the word ‘come’ was not lost on Gregin.
Tarin pulled himself off Prosen’s body, leaving his glistening cock dangling below.  For a brief moment Soria focused on it, imagining how it would feel sliding into her pussy, before snapping her gaze back to Gregin.  “I’m sure you have a good excuse,” she murmured in a sweet tone, before adding, “so it had better be a good one.”
The gryphon smiled inwardly at seeing her brother and his friends looking so uncomfortable.  ‘It’s their own fault,’ she thought.  ‘Of course, it’s provided me with a great opportunity to get seriously fucked.’
Gregin made several half-hearted attempts to explain what they were doing, but eventually gave up.  “We’re sunk,” he muttered gloomily.  He looked at his sister’s smirking face, and wondered if she had an ulterior motive.  It wasn’t like her to smirk like that, unless there was something she really wanted.  ‘This might turn out for the better after all,’ he thought.  He fluffed up his feathers and fur a bit, trying to make himself look a little more impressive.  “You’re up to something, aren’t you?” he asked accusingly, staring Soria right in the eyes.
‘He’s smarter than he seems.’  Soria stared back while she thought of a suitable answer.  “I’m not up to anything, except blackmail.  What say we cut a little deal?”
“What kind of deal?” Gregin asked suspiciously.  Too many times he had ended up with the worst of a bargain.
“Well, let’s see....”  Soria glanced at Tarin again.  “I’ve always wanted to be fucked by your friend there.  While I’m here, I’d might as well get serviced by the others, too.”  She gazed at the various expressions the other gryphons were showing.  “Doesn’t that sound like a good deal?”
No-one said anything.  Gregin still looked glum, Halen and Prosen weren’t sure what to think, and Tarin was still gaping at Soria.  Finally he shut his beak and began to think.  When he was younger, he would have jumped at the chance to fuck such a -- here Tarin appraised Gregin’s sister critically -- nice-looking female.  Right now, though....  “I’ll agree,” he said, getting everyone’s attention, “but on one condition.”
“What’s that?” Soria asked archly.  Inwardly she was wondering what kind of condition Tarin had in mind.  “You’re hardly in a position to bargain.”
“I think I am.  You still get what you want, but I also get what I want.  Here, you’re on our grounds, so we should have the right to express our own demands.”
Soria thought about this for a bit.  ‘I suppose technically they’re right, though really they shouldn’t be here at all.’  Aloud she prompted, “So what is this condition?”
“We will give you all the sex that you want, but only if you do it our way,” Tarin said, taking a few steps closer.
“Okay,” Soria said with a minimum of thought.  “I agree.  You four fuck me, and I’ll keep quiet,” she said, realising after she said that that Tarin had said ‘our way’.  ‘What could he mean by....  Oh, no.’
Tarin grinned, his eyes glinting a bit as he stepped closer to Soria.  Her face had taken on a shocked expression as the implications of what he had said sank in.  “Oh, yes.  I’m sure you’ll come to like butt-fucking as much as we do, don’t you think, boys?”  He turned his head to regard his friends.
Halen and Prosen looked happy enough with the development, but Gregin looked faintly ill.  “But...she’s my sister,” he hissed to Tarin.  “I can’t fuck her!”
“Whether you do or not is your decision to make, but the rest of us aren’t held by family ties, so....”  Tarin turned a little smirk of his own on Soria, “we aren’t inhibited.”
The young female had lost her confident demeanour; now she was half-crouching on the ground, craning her head away so she couldn’t see their eyes.  “Don’t worry, dear,” Tarin said in a low voice, “I’ll make your first time as easy as I can.”
She nodded in response, and watched as Tarin moved around to her rear, seeming to inspect what was under her tail.  He lowered his head, moving it out of her field of vision.  Suddenly she felt something tickling her anus, trying to worm its way in.  “Just relax, and let him in,” Gregin said, coming over to his sister to lend his support.
Soria eyed her brother with frightened eyes and nodded.  Slowly Tarin’s tongue intruded into her back passage, moving all around inside her.  ‘Actually,’ she thought, ‘this isn’t so bad.  Kind of ticklish.’
After about a minute or so of that mildly sensuous activity Tarin withdrew his tongue and smiled at Soria.  “The next bit is going to hurt, but I’ll move as slowly as you wish, to make it easier for yourself.”  He raised himself up onto his hindlegs and moved forward to drape himself over her body.  While he had been tonguing Soria’s tailhole his cock had grown to full strength again, and now it bumped against her rear end, trying to find her anus.
It took several tries, but Tarin eventually found his target.  “Okay, big breath, now,” he murmured to Soria as he forced his cock into her virgin butthole about an inch.
Soria gasped at the first sensation of pain, and tried to hold back the tears without much success.  Gregin sat by her side, nuzzling her with his beak and uttering soothing words to her.
As the pain in her anus abated somewhat, Tarin pushed into her a bit more, bringing a fresh wave of pain.  “I’m sorry, Soria,” he said, so that only she and Gregin could hear.  “I’ll take back what I said, if you like.  I’ll still fuck you, but the others won’t.  I promise that this will feel better very soon.  Just trust me.”  Tarin slowly and carefully ensheathed the rest of his cock in Soria’s tailhole as he spoke, then rested to let her rectum relax.  “All right, now?” Tarin asked presently.  “Has the pain lessened?”
Soria nodded a few seconds later.  “Please...continue.”  She sniffled, and looked her brother directly in the eyes, twitching the corners of her beak into a slight smile.  “I can do this.  I brought this on myself.”  She winced as Tarin withdrew some of his cock, then pushed it back in again.
Moving slowly and carefully, Tarin began to fuck Soria, with short strokes at first, gradually lengthening them until he was pumping his full length into hir loosening tailhole.
“Feeling good now?” Gregin asked, noticing that Soria was beginning to relax more, and even push back against Tarin’s thrusts.
She nodded, her eyes regaining some of their previous sparkle.  “You were right.  It does get better.”  She glanced at the other two gryphons, who were watching her with interested expressions.  Sitting on their haunches, she could see their obvious sexual excitement; their cocks were standing out against their brown-furred bodies, oozing thick precum.  “What are their names?” Soria asked her brother in a low whisper, gesturing with her eyes.
“Halen’s the bigger one, and Prosen’s the other.  Why?”  Soria grinned wryly, then Gregin looked at the two males more closely.  “Oh, I see.”  He thought for a few moments, then said, “Are you interested in them at all?”
“You could say that,” she murmured, idly increasing her backward thrusts in time with Tarin.  “I’d like to get one of their cocks in my mouth, if that’s not too much trouble?”  She chuckled at Gregin’s wide-eyed expression.  “I’m a horny gryphon today.”
Gregin nodded, then looked at Prosen.  “Prosen, would you like to have your cock seen to?  Halen?”
The two gryphons looked at each other.  “You go.  I need a little more time to rest,” said Halen.  He gave Prosen a friendly push to get him up off his haunches.  “Enjoy it while it lasts.”
“Thanks.”  He padded over to stand in front of Soria.  “Do you mind?”  At Soria’s answering nod, he manoeuvred himself onto his back, wriggling around until his cock was within the reach of Soria’s mouth.
Soria smiled at Prosen.  “Thank you,” she said, before she lowered her head, and slowly licked the tip of Prosen’s leaking member, cleaning it of the precum that was running down the shaft.  She went lower, taking more of the firm maleness into her mouth until the tip nudged her throat.
Prosen shivered at the gentle touch of Soria’s mouth, and thrust upwards slightly.  “Thank you, Soria.”  He smiled up at Gregin, then Tarin.
The tempo of Tarin’s fucking increased as he got closer to his orgasm.  He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not, but he could almost swear that Soria’s anal passage seemed somehow silkier, more sensitive to his cock’s thrusting, which increased his pleasure even more.
Gregin’s sister was really getting into her first butt-fucking, clenching her rectal muscles around the cock in her rear entrance, and meeting every thrust.  Her head bobbed up and down on Prosen’s cock, trying out her throat muscles on the slick member.
“Uhh...Soria, get ready.  I’m going to....”  Tarin trailed off into a loud keen of ecstasy as he spilled his seed into her ass.
The warm, sticky feeling that began to spread through Soria’s lower bowels was wonderfully soothing, and she concentrated on it, wanting to remember the odd sensation.  Smiling inwardly, she doubled her efforts at pleasuring Prosen, eager to have her first taste of semen.
She wasn’t disappointed.  Barely a minute later Prosen let out a keen of his own as his thick cum spurted into Soria’s mouth.  The delighted gryphon savoured the taste as much as she could before swallowing to make room for more.
Slowly the three gryphons wound down.  Tarin pulled his softening cock out of the warm cavern that was Soria’s rectum and got off her back to sit on his haunches.  Prosen just lay on the ground, his prick sliding back into its furry sheath.  “How was that?” Tarin asked, his voice infused with warmth for Gregin’s sister.  “Did you enjoy it?”
Soria licked the last of Prosen’s spunk from her mouth and beak, and turned to regard Tarin.  “Actually, I did.  It’s not as good as being fucked in my other hole, but it was nice...especially when you came inside me.”  She looked at Prosen, then.  “And you were just as enjoyable.  I didn’t know that semen would taste so nice.  A little bitter, but....”  She shrugged her wings.
“That’s good.  Now that we’ve satisfied the conditions of the ‘agreement’, you’re free to go, provided you don’t tell anyone about us.”  Tarin’s voice took on a slightly hard tone.
“Don’t worry about it.  I think I understand what you feel, now.”  Soria was silent for a few moments, before she added, “Would you mind if I participated as well?  Not all the time, just once in a while.”
The four males glanced at each other, then they all nodded.  “If you wish.  Just remember that you have to be careful not to let slip anything about our activities,” Gregin warned.”
Soria nodded.  “Of course.”  She looked up at the sky.  “It’s getting dark.  We’d better get back, or questions are going to be asked.”
“Good point.”  Tarin got up, ruffling his feathers.  “Come on, guys.  Time to wind up.  Let’s say...three days from now, conditions permitting?”  One by one the other gryphons nodded, then began walking out of the clearing to fly out.
As they walked, Soria sidled up to Tarin.  “Uh...Tarin?  I’m not sure if I should say this, but....”  She hesitated until Tarin gently prompted her.  “Well, I like you a lot, but seeing you with Gregin, and the others....”  She trailed off again.
“Ah.  Well, I can’t say that I’m interested in you in the same way, but I’m happy to have you as a good friend.”  Tarin turned his head to look at Soria.  “Perhaps we might foment some sort of relationship.  Who knows?”
Soria smiled.  “Yes, who knows indeed?”  Tarin turned his head back, so he didn’t see the smirk that curved her beak.