"Fuck yes!" She shouted as the griffin drove forward, its huge cock pushing her to her limits. She opened her mouth, imagining that the man from the front desk were fucking her with his throbbing cock. As she watched him and he watched her, she knew that he was getting close to blowing his load all over the place. She had never made a guy cum so quickly...although she had never been fucked by a massive creature like this either!
The creature lowered itself gingerly on to Danielle, she could feel the weight of its body and smell the musty odor of its fur as it pressed forward, thrusting quickly and deeply until it was still. Danielle could feel the cum filling her, its warmth spreading before it started to leak out of her around the creatures cock and drip down on to the concrete floor. Danielle had never seen so much cum in her life. The creature then stood up, gave the man against the wall a single look and walked back over to the chest where it climbed in and sat down. Danielle lay on the floor, her pussy still throbbing, aching for an orgasm as she looked at the man with his cock in his hand. She wanted him to fuck her too.
"Fuck me!" She hoped that these words translated and when the man stood up with his close to blowing dick in his hand she knew that it did. Danielle pointed to the floor instructing the guy to lie down where the griffin could see them both. He did as he was told and Danielle straddled him. His cock slid easily in to her cum filled pussy and the creature's cum dripped on to his dick, lubricating it to the point that he slid in and out with ease. Danielle flashed him a smile, her huge tits pushed up out of her bra and the neck of her shirt. At first Danielle ground down on his dick, working her hips in circles, feeling him inside her, but then as she saw the look on the griffin's face, one of interest, she began to bounce up and down on that cock. As she bounced her trimmed pussy hair glistened with the creature's cum and her big tits bounced with her. Rather than looking down at the man between her legs, Danielle's eyes were fixated on the griffin who in turn was fixated on her. She could see the look of lust in his eyes, the pleasure of watching her with those big tits bouncing up and down and that cum filled pussy getting pounded all over again while he watched.
Danielle could feel her pussy getting tighter, her eyes began to glaze over as she watched the griffin watching her. Her head fell back as she mounted the peak and then with one loud cry, Danielle came around the man's cock, harder than she had ever cum before. As she came she felt him too begin to twitch and shudder and when he cried out she cried out too. Once again, Danielle felt the warm jets of cum bathing her pussy and as her toes curled and her worn pussy began to twitch rhythmically she fell on top of the stranger. The man smiled, his breath coming quickly.
As the two lay on the floor, the griffin stood up in the chest and padded over to the two of them. With its beak it nudged Danielle off the stranger, she rolled on to the floor beside him, her legs parted and the griffin placed its beak between them, as if smelling her cum filled pussy. Seeming satisfied it huffed at her and padded over to the chest and sat back in it again. The creature lay down.
Danielle wasn't sure what to do next but it seemed as though the man from the front desk did. How many times did this kind of thing happen, she wondered as she watched him stand up, his cock still hanging from the zipper of his pants, and walk over to the chest. Carefully, the man shut the lid and leaning over he grabbed the rusted lock and hooked it over the clamp in the lid. The lock clicked shut.
Danielle lay back on the floor, still half naked, cum still dripping from her tight throbbing pussy, leaving a puddle on the floor. The man smiled at her and walking back he offered her a hand to help her up.
"I know you come in here" he said to her as he tucked his cock back in to his pants and zipped himself up. Danielle pulled her bra and shirt up over her huge tits and looked at him questioningly.
"How?" The man spoke broken English but he seemed to understand her.
"Creature, he call to you. He like pretty girl" the man gestured to her body with both hands, "you pretty girl."
"What is that thing?" Her voice was tired and her breathing still fast.
"Creature, is griffin. We find in Greece museum, they give us." Danielle laughed, she couldn't help it.
"That's a hell of a gift." This seemed to be beyond the English capabilities of the man but he copied her laugh all the same.
"Can I come back another day? Can I see the creature again?" Danielle smiled a naughty smile as she pulled up her panties and straightened her skirt. The man nodded.
"We close Monday, but you come back for creature I let you in. I watch though." Danielle smirked at him and then nodded. She was fairly sure that she would do anything to feel that massive creature cock stretching her tight pussy again.
"Thank you." Danielle nodded at the man and then walked towards the door that had been marked "Eigen."
As she walked down the pavement on her way back to the hotel, Danielle felt every muscle in her body beginning to ache. More than that though, she could feel the mixture of the creatures cum and the man's cum beginning to drip down her thighs. By the time she got back to the hotel, she reasoned, she would have cum streaks down to her heels. The thought of this excited her. She had never had so much fun at something that had promised to be so completely boring.
When she finally walked in to the hotel she nodded at the man behind the front desk, part of her was tempted to ask if he wanted to come up and help her clean up. She'd never had three men in one day, hell add the professor when he got home and she'd make it a record. When the man nodded back however, Danielle realized just how tired she felt and instead of inviting him up to her room she simply made her way to the elevator. It was only 3pm and she had at least a couple more hours before Dr. Wiseman would be home. Drawing a bath she stripped off in the bathroom, looking at her naked body in the large vanity mirror. Neither the creature nor the man, surprisingly, had left any marks on her and she wondered just whether she should let the professor in on her day out at the museum.
As she slipped in to the tub and felt the warm water caressing her aching muscles, Danielle decided that it was probably best if she did not tell him. Although she was quite sure that she would have to find an excuse to get out of sex with him because her pussy was already beginning to ache from her encounter with the creature and she definitely wanted to be ready for another visit tomorrow. Danielle had found something fun to do at the museum after all.
"How was the museum?" Professor Wiseman threw his jacket on the bed next to Danielle and began to loosen his tie. Danielle yawned and nodded.
"Tiring." The professor knew what this meant, it always meant no sex for him, still, he was glad to have finally convinced Danielle that educational daytrips could be fun and from the look on her glowing cheeks, she had had plenty of fun.
"Did you see all the exhibits?" He probed her for details but Danielle wasn't going to share the most important one.
"Yeah, I met a guy at the front desk, he let me check out some of the exhibits they don't have up yet, they're in storage." Sitting on the side of the bed the professor's eyes widened.
"Wow, sounds like you had a much more exciting day than I did!"
"You have no idea." Danielle gave him a weak smile and pulled the blanket up over her.
"Well, maybe I can come with you later in the week and you can get me in to see the secret exhibits too?" Danielle wanted to laugh, she thought of his face if he were to set eyes on the griffin, let alone see it fucking her. No, the professor wasn't a sharer, he wouldn't find any pleasure in watching his girlfriend get her pussy pounded by a mythical creature.
"Sure. The guy at the front desk said they will be closing for some renovations this week though so they might be closed." Danielle lied, she didn't want to share her new finding with him, she wanted to hang on to her secret in Copenhagen. She wanted to go back to the museum one more time and say goodbye to the creature that had given her the fieldtrip of her life.
The End
Buried Treasure
Morgana was already exhausted
and the trek ahead of her was a long one. Regardless of her fatigue, she was determined to be the first to explore the cave of Draul. For centuries there had been rumors that within the cave there were reassures untold, but along with those tales were the tales of Draul himself.
Legend tells that Draul had once been the richest man in Levathan and when he was faced with the decision between love and money, he chose money. Unfortunately for Draul, the woman who was playing for his affections was also the daughter of a wizard, the seventh son of a seventh son and as a result, Draul paid dearly for his choice. As the story tells, Draul had been faced with the choice of living a life of average means as the husband to the wizards daughter, or giving up the most beautiful woman in the land in order to keep his riches. For Draul, the choice was obvious and when he made it, the wizard saw him for what he truly was and gave him a punishment befitting his greed. The spell was cast and Draul was transformed in to a fire breathing, dragon, condemned forever to guard all of his riches in a cave atop the tallest mountain in the land.
No one had ever confirmed the existence of Draul. There were stories to explain the curls of smoke that occasionally rose from the mountain, stories of the dragon stirring, but to date no one had even considered seeking him out. For the people of Levathan there were no riches that could justify meeting with the wrath of Draul. Morgana however, had never been your average Levathanite, she pushed the limits, challenged the rules and never took no for an answer.
Morgana had begun her trip up the mountain to the cave laden with bags, items the people of Levathan were convinced would protect her from the fire breathing dragon that awaited her. As soon as she was out of view however, Morgana had ditched the majority of what she was carrying behind a large rocky outcrop. Dropping the extra weight not only allowed her to walk at a faster pace, but it also freed her hands to carry back the golden chalice. Since she was old enough to hear the legend of Draul there was one thing that had fascinated Morgana and occupied her thoughts constantly - the golden chalice that had always sat at Draul's right hand at every banquet he held in his oversized dining hall. Storybooks always depicted the chalice with the most intricate detail, a large golden cup encrusted with a rainbow of gems and Morgana wanted it.
The wind wrapped around the large looming rocks that stood on either side of the overgrown path that wound around the side of the mountain. Morgana's long dark hair whipped at the pale skin of her face and once in a while caught the corner of her eye sending tears down her rosy cheeks. She wasn't going to give up, they would all be waiting at the bottom of the mountain, waiting to tell her "Well, you tried." Morgana wasn't a trier, she was a doer and she would be damned if she was going to stop doing now.
As she got closer to the top of the mountain, Morgana could look up and see the mouth of the cave. It stood, mostly concealed, by large craggy boulders on either side and the darkness within beckoned her forward. Morgana wasn't afraid of the dark. Morgana wasn't afraid of anything. Her breath came heavy and she stopped for a moment, ducking behind a rock to shelter from the icy wind that was tearing at her soft pale skin. She reached in to the torn brown satchel that had been the only piece of luggage to survive the entire trek, and pulled out a flask. Her father had tucked the flask of whiskey in to her bag and smiling, he had told her that it was "for luck," but Morgana had known that it was more for liquid courage. She took a drink and felt the burning liquid travel down her throat, she had never felt the draw of alcohol before but today, today she needed the promise of warmth that it held. Screwing the top back on the flask, Morgana tucked it back in to her bag and with a glance upward to her destination she continued walking the trail.
The mouth of the cave seemed much larger as she stood in front of it. The large craggy opening towered over her on both sides and she could smell the faint smell of wood smoke as she stood before it. There was a warmth from within the cave, a warmth that beckoned her in and out of the winter wind that was still nipping at her back as she contemplated her next move. She had no idea of just where Draul may be and she knew enough to know that stumbling in to the cave blindly would be an invitation for disaster. Still, the warmth was so inviting and with a glance backward at the misty and cold landscape she slid between the large rocks at the entryway and found herself inside the towering cavern.
The cavern was dark and yet it was warm, there was no dampness, no sudden chill of being "underground." Morgana waited for her eyes to adjust and as they did she could make out the edges of a stony ledge running in a spiral downward to a single spot of light. The golden light flickered from below and Morgana was drawn to it, if the chalice was going to be anywhere, then it would most certainly be there. Gingerly she stepped on to the rocky ledge, leaning her back against the warm stony wall, taking sideways strides and making her way toward the bright light. Occasionally she would crane her neck, looking downward to the vented of the spiral, trying to make out shapes below, trying to determine exactly what it was that she was walking in to. She wondered what lay beneath the seemingly benign exterior of the rocky peak.
As she neared the midway point of the spiral path, Morgana heard a rush of air from below. Almost simultaneously the circle of light from the center of the spiral, the circle that had been getting larger, was now getting smaller. The sound of air rushing upwards became louder and when it stopped, Morgana found herself surrounded by darkness, the bright light below had now completely vanished.
A powerful jet of warm air hit her face. Morgana's breath caught in her throat and she held her body as close to the wall as she could in hopes that she would not be seen.
"I know you are there..." The voice was deep and as it hissed she could smell the wood smoke scent enveloping her body. "Why have you come here?" The voice was closer now and Morgana could feel the warmth of its breath condensing on her skin. Oh how she wished she were as brave as she had thought she was when she embarked on this journey. "Do not ignore me, child."
"My name is Morgana and..." She hesitated, "and I'm not a child."
"Ah..." The deep voice let out a chuckle. "Tell me, Morgana, just how old you are." Morgana felt a rush of daring, a sudden burst of indignation as though she were being asked to prove herself.
"I am twenty five." The voice chuckled again and this time Morgana could see two glowing orbs in front of her which, when the creature spoke, she made out to be his nostrils.
"Well, Morgana, twenty five is but a drop in the bucket when you have lived for centuries." Morgana nodded her head slowly, the creature could not necessarily see her reaction but it was all she could muster as she came to the realization that the thing that was now inches from her face, was Draul. "Yes, I am Draul." Morgana gasped as the creature read her thoughts, she felt her heart quicken. "Now...you seek something from me Morgana, what is it and what do you bring for me?" Morgana thought back to the items that she had ditched at the beginning of her climb, realizing that in her haste she had brought nothing worth trading up with her at all.
"I am looking for..." She was almost too embarrassed to ask, embarrassed to admit her desire for material things that she had no claim to.
"Yes?" Draul pushed his snout in to her and Morgana found herself staring directly in to two large eyes that flickered in the darkness.
"Your chalice. I was looking for your chalice, but all I have to trade is this..." She reached in to her bag and pulled out the flask of whiskey. Draul sniffed at it and huffed a large cloud of moist air back at her.
"I do not drink this fire water, Morgana." His voice had an edge to it now, an irritation that this stranger had dared to disturb him. More still, she had disturbed him and brought nothing to trade for the item she sought. "So you came simply to steal from me?"
"No!" Morgana tried to take a step back in the direction from which she had come, but three large nails were now planted in her path. "I mean...I...I didn't actually know...no one has ever been up here before. We didn't know if you..."
"If the legends were true?" Draul pulled his head bac
k a little and Morgana could feel his eyes searching her body. "Yes, they are true and for centuries I have stood up here alone. Me and my gold...my chalice..." He hissed the word chalice as his snout came close to Morgana's ear and she shuddered. "The chalice that you want...that you seem to think that you can just walk out of here with..." Morgana couldn't speak as she pressed harder against the warm rock wall, hoping it would swallow her whole. "Well, Morgana...there is something you could do for me if you really want that chalice..." Her fear subsided when Morgana saw the opportunity to get her hands on her grail.
"Anything! I would do anything for that chalice..." Draul smirked in the darkness.
"A girl after my own heart." Draul pulled backward and thrust the underside of his neck in front of Morgana. "Wrap your arms around my neck, Morgana." She hesitated, eying the path from which she'd just come. There really was no escape. She inched her feet to the edge of the ledge and dared to look down. A small sliver of light was visible around the base of Draul's body and for a second she wondered just what would break her fall if she jumped. "Morgana..." His voice had a singsong token to it as he spoke her name and Morgana lifted her eyes up to the large neck that was thrust towards her. There was no choice, she knew this.
The creature's skin was warm, she had not been expecting this as she wrapped her arms around it. She had barely flung herself on to Draul's long, thick neck when she began to slide down the length of it. There was no way for Morgana to find a grip as the soft skin of the dragon slid through her hands. As she slid downward, she felt Draul begin to move upwards. Morgana had no idea what the creature was doing but she could not look upward, instead she continued to slide down Draul's serpentine body. It wasn't until she slid to a stop that she was able to look down. She hovered, still feet above the ground, a thick protrusion sitting between her legs. She felt a vibration as a deep hum came from somewhere within Draul. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around the thing that had stopped her journey downward. It felt smooth, familiar in a way. Morgana let her eyes follow the length of the thing until they alighted on a more than familiar helmet like shape. Another deep hum came from Draul as Morgana squeezed around the throbbing cock, what was she to do? If she let go she would most definitely be injured by the fall. Morgana shuffled back along the shaft of the dragon's giant cock, feeling him hum and vibrate underneath her. With each vibration of his huge body, his cock would vibrate too, sending shivers down Morgana's body. This wasn't what she had imagined when she ventured in to the cave looking for the chalice but...the chalice!
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