[PMSingTiger]

Svara sucked in air, his body calm for the first time in four months. It was nice feeling sated after feeling so turned on for so long. He opened his duel colored eyes to look up at the wyvern, the beasts question eliciting confusion from him. Why did he care why he left?

"You wanted to fuck, you got it. I figured that was it and I went on my merry way." He yawned and stretched as the warm heat of the beast curled around him. At first a tension built up in his body, but soon eased as the warmth seeped into his wet skin. He had never touched anyone or anything this way before and he couldn't say for sure if he liked it or now.

"Besides, princess, I'd never let anyone plow me before, didn't want to ruin my ego and stick around asking for more." The gryphon said with sarcasm. A hand went to his abdomen again, rubbing the taunt swollen flesh. "Oh and fucking tell me what the hell I'm going to birth or I'll rip your tail off and shove it up your ass and feed it through your nose life a piece of string." He growled baring his chipped canine up at the beast.