The cormorant gryphon had picked Vuin out loitering near the coastline, pinning him down with his enormous orange talons. An easy meal! But there seemed to be no need of such rough handling, as the Komodo Dragon submitted meekly to the rough bird's challenge. He was even responsive- Vuin embraced the bird's neck, scritching his claws under the rows of delicate feathers. The bird half lidded his eyes, allowing the rare attention to be lavished upon him.

That was fine. Oh so very fine. The gryphon was hungry nonetheless, but he had time to play.

The great bird rolled over onto his back, pulling the lizard up on top of his belly. The reptile nuzzled into his fluffy breast, wiggling with nervousness, seeming to sink into a sea of dark feathers, each redolent with the scents of faraway places that Vuin had never seen. The gryphon's regarded his prey with a piercing blue stare, beak agape, showing equal parts curiosity and hunger.

The Komodo blanched under that intense gaze. Helpless within the grasp of this magnificent creature, he couldn't help himself. His cloaca ached as the blood rushed into it, popping his hemipenes out.

The cormorant knew better than to not take advantage of this easy delight, and had no reservations about playing with his food a bit. His own shaft slid out from its hiding place, grazing against Vuin's exposed nethers teasingly for just an agonizing moment.

The bird wasted no time with foreplay. Whether he was ready it or not, the Komodo had no choice but be impaled upon the cormorant's wicked rod. Vuin relished this sort of action, but the gryphon was very straightforward! The lizard hissed loudly, eyes wide as the length struck deeply into him, instantly sending his legs aquiver.

It was good then, that the cormorant's powerful foreclaws were enough to manipulate Vuin like a toy, who found himself being completely and utterly used by the bird. He was fast, but somehow each time the gryphon's length darted into him it felt like an achingly decadent eternity before the space was voided once more.

Vuin was so overwhelmed with sensation that he couldn't make sense of much else. He felt himself squirting just a little, but his arousal was not tapering down. It was unmistakable however, when the cormorant tensed up, and let himself loose inside the Komodo, unloading a massive gout of avian cream. So tightly he had jammed himself inside Vuin with his final thrusts, that barely a drop escaped in that initial volley.

The gryphon's embrace now became like iron. Vuin moaned as the giant beak clapped over his snout, and granted him a glimpse within the fleshy abyss that was now laid out before him. It was almost a tender moment, most certainly an intimate one, but it was not to last.

Once again, the Komodo's readiness, this time to transform from sexy plaything to squirming meat, was of no consequence to the needy cormorant. With a lewd ::GLORCH:: the bird pulled Vuin forward, his tender and loose cloaca spilling a torrent of spent cum over them both as the bird's cock flopped out, its business quite taken care of.

The beak darted forward again, forcing the lizard to make his entrance into the vaguely fishy gullet. Much like the cormorant had lodged himself inside Vuin, Vuin was now penetrating into the soft innards of the hungry beast, though there would be no retreat from this sticky tunnel.

The gryphon made quick work of his meal, instinctively throwing his head back with every gulp as seabirds do, treating the lizard like any tasty fish that could have been plucked from the sea. All the while, the Komodo remained desperately aroused, his hemis dragging first through feathers, then over the bird's tongue all too quickly, then squeezed into the confines of the esophagus.

Vuin barely had time to kick before he was tucked neatly away by the satisfied bird. He wondered how many others had followed this slimy path, if they had all gone down this easy. Yet even if he was just another piece of meat, something felt nice about being used and enjoyed.

Strangely enough, once the lizard was dumped unceremoniously into the gryphon's stomach, he was granted the most mobility he'd had since the bird pounced upon him. Immediately his claws darted to his abused cloaca, stroking his hemis and fingering the throbbing flesh. He couldn't even clench around himself, he'd been gaped so wide.

The gryphon's guts contracted all around the lizard, revving up to do their work. Waves of viscous goo sloughed forth, deluging Vuin as he fingered himself, the lizard grinding against whatever he could as the fluids adhered and sank into all of him. It was becoming hard to move again... his muscles felt strangely, unnaturally weak. Was he digesting already? It was hard to tell what was going on. But as the stomach churned around him, folding him in upon himself so very tight, he rushed into a final and mindblowingly intense orgasm.

He gushed, shooting from both barrels, drinking in a slurry of his own juices and sour chyme. He tensed, he arced, wrapped up in the fleshy prison until it could wring no more out of him, and then he went still, finally able to relax, marinating in one final afterglow as the gryphon ruthlessly siphoned every last bit of energy from his prey.

***
On a faraway shore, a day or two later, the gryphon perched himself upon a lonely cliffside above a strange sea. It was time to disgorge his passenger. The cormorant made a comically contorted face, and with a couple gnarly hacks, he brought what was left of the lizard out onto a land he had never set foot upon.

He, or it,really, landed with a satisfying ::plap:: upon the cold, windy rocks. Vuin had been reduced to a rust colored pellet of scales and bones, caked with slime. His empty skull grinned out towards the vast water that he'd crossed. What a great view. If only he could see it!

The gryphon coughed, and preened at his feathers busily, straightening himself up. He made his way down to his slightly musky hindquarters, and the memory of being hilt deep within the wiggly little Komodo put a smug gleam in his eye, filling him with a restless energy. Crouching over the remains of his well-used partner, the cormorant tugged at his sudden, sly erection briskly and rewarded Vuin with one last gout of generous bird seed. He was truly nothing more than a mess now!

The gryphon cocked his head, acknowledging his handiwork with a beaky grin before launching himself into the windy skies without a further thought for the Komodo dragon. He was hungry again, and it was time to hunt.

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My first color commission (thats not a YCH!) Thank you Wehf, I always love drawing reptiles and I was very happy to have someone new to feed to my cormorant gryphon!

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