Territorial Lust

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Nalu shook herself off, her wings spread, enjoying the warm summer breeze lifting her up, carrying her across the thermals. It was a long time since she had found herself back in Xigfeldo's territory and it was most certainly a good few years back before she'd been transported to another world, Ulrica's home world, with the sable marten in question. The skunk-gryphon shivered up in the air, though not from any cold, for the warmth of the fair weather glinted off her dark fur, so rich and sleek in the garb of summer that there almost seemed to be shades of purple in there.

Her black beak gleamed, that of a crow, her hind half that of a skunk, though her musk told that tale. It was not unpleasant, not as most expected skunks to be, but something intoxicating, that could draw in a partner if they were so inclined as to mate with her. It was something that Nalu had used many times over in the past, grunting softly at the memory, her dark feathers shimmering in the light as she soared over a crystal-clear lake. So clear, in fact, that she swore she could see down to the depths of it where strange fish swam and even dragons with blue or silver scales - it was hard to tell from such a height - swam. She murmured. She'd known there were other dragons who had more of an affinity with the water (even black dragons enjoyed the cool ribbons, their bodies devoid of the magic-wielding abilities of some others) but it definitely wasn't Xigfeldo down there. For once, Nalu did not know where the dragon was.

But that was okay as she fluttered down, spiralling and soaring, allowing her height to drop naturally, lower and lower. The cool water invited her in, her feathers a little more laden with dust than she would have liked, though there was still more down there for her to savour, chirping and warbling, letting such sounds flow from her naturally. Back in her home world, there was nothing for her to worry about and everything familiar for her to lean into whole-heartedly. Nalu would have been lying if she had not said that it was not something of a relief.

The pebbles crunched under her paws as she set down, wings flared and spread, her beak ever so slightly parted, though she breathed through her nares, the slits on her beak. Her dark wings shuffled in against her back, tail lifted as if she could not work out whether she wanted to spray and mark as yet, for the itch was there. The beach surrounding the lake was made of rougher rock, though the pebbles had been tumbled and smoothed out by the passage of time and the seasons, allowing her to walk easily without any gritter, smaller particles digging in between her toes.

"Hm..."

Oh, it was too tempting, her tail lifting, the stripe there glistening in the sunshine. She couldn't help herself, digging her claws into the coarser ground at the edge of the beach, the line of pine trees beckoning. At least, she thought they were pine trees, though there were other conifers mixed in of the evergreen variety, fir trees bustling amongst with tough roots that dug down deep into the earth.

It could not hurt, indulging in an instinct that Nalu had not had the liberty to all that often in Ulrica's world. Something about it being frowned upon over there? Very strange. She grunted and shook her head, her feathers rustling out lightly, heat rising from her body. No, it was not right there, not natural, but she'd had to respect their times and culture, of course, especially when she'd been a guest in Ulrica's home.

Her tail twitched as it flagged, showing off the underside of her tail and the tight pucker of her anal ring, though that was not the purpose of her lifting her tail that time. Being a hermaphrodite showed off a little more genitalia than such a position may otherwise have done but Nalu was a gryphoness comfortable in both sides of her psyche, acting the parts of breeder and bred as and when it suited her. Only recently, she had laid a clutch of eggs before returning to her home, leaving them in the care of her anthro form in another world so that hordes of little gryphons, possibly gryphon-dragon hybrids too based on their shared fun with Xigfeldo, would hatch and grow up safe and sound.

Her musk sprayed forth as her tail twitched, allowing it to flow forth, though it was something of a reek. That was what marking was all about, after all, considering that she was there to mark it as hers, to let anyone there that smelled the harsh stink know that it was hers, that she had been there. A gryphon, like many dragons, faced a deeply-rooted instinct to mark and to spray, to claim a territory even though there were very few territorial disputes to be had in the world anymore. Not when there was so much land and prey to go around, that was, their kinds evolving and mating and spreading far and wide into new lands too.

"Unnf..."

She grunted and strutted a little more cockily up to another tree, grinding her backside onto the bark just for an extra little stimulation of the scent gland tucked up under there. Some, like Xigfeldo, held that gland and more within a slit called a cloaca, though Nalu's body did not quite present in that way. It was one of the things that the drake had been curious about in the early days of their meeting, though Nalu had never been the dragon's first.

The gryphoness shivered at the memory, licking the edge of her beak, the reek of her musk swirling around, a thick and heady scent that would not be washed away for many rains. Although Nalu wondered just a little where Xigfeldo was, having come back with her through the portal, she was hardly worried, sighing in relief at finally being able to express a little instinct.

"Ah... Yes, that's better."

She shuffled off, weak at the knees, though her wings flared out, drooping to her sides. Spraying her musk was an oddly relaxing thing, even though she could not understand quite why it was, releasing tension from the base of her spine, up the lines of it where her back tended to hold it harder and tighter. Bowing down lightly, she arched her back and pushed her rump up a little higher again to mark another try, a jet and a spray streaming out to trickle down the old, rough bark. The tree itself had surely lived for many more years than she had, though her essence would remain there for weeks, if not months.

She could only hope.

What she didn't know was that there was someone, not Xigfeldo, already in the territory that had already done some marking of their own, the drake's lingering scent overwhelming the smaller creature, although he was a caretaker of sorts. Keither raised his head, the purple raptor clicking his teeth together, blue feathers ruffling against his back and down his arms, though one would have been amiss to miss the venomous spines jutting from his elbows. They were formidable weapons that, amid the flutter of feathers, were not always noticeable until it was too late for an opponent.

It had been a long time, however, since he had ever had to chase off anyone from his territory, or the territory that he oversaw under Xigfeldo. They were quite close, the two of them, but not so that there was not a designated chain of command there. Despite the dragon submitting to the raptor, when it pleased him, there was no question over who was the overseer dominating the territory first and foremost. Sex and the fun that contained, after all, was something different to territorial lines, though any pushing back against them was easily taken care of.

But the raptor's frown deepened as he stalked through the trees, his head held high and scenting the air.

"Who goes there?"

It was a new scent, a thick scent, a scent that he had never taken in before. It was strange, very much so, but he was there to protect the territory, dropping to all fours as he snuffled at the ground. Keither's nostrils flared and puckered in short, sharp gasps of breath and he shook his head, scuffing up dead leaf matter from the soil as he pressed his nose up to the tree.

Intoxicating, but not in the way that he might have wanted it to be, a chirruping growl rising in the back of his throat and warbling forth. It had to be an intruder, though they would have found him or Svea, the hydra, already if they were indeed anything of a threat. Their phoenix friend was off flying somewhere, now that she was without a clutch of eggs in her womb, for once, though Keither was sure that he would change that in due course, just to see her fat and waddling again.

There! He saw her, hunkering down to the ground with a low, savage growl. Who was that? A gryphon-type creature but not one that he was familiar with, though her thick scent heralded her being of both sexes. Marking conveyed that too well sometimes, allowing them to take in all that they could have needed to, learning about the intruder in one's territory without even meeting them face to face. Keither growled and clicked his jaws, the gryphon's head shooting up with a long, crow-like beak, a gleam in her eyes.

"You..." He growled, approaching, feathers ruffled, the lines of his body harsh and jagged, matching up well with Nalu in size. "You do not belong here! Who do you think you are marking our trees?"

Nalu fluffed up her feathers, her growl rattling the edges of her beak together.

"Strange to hear that coming from a little reptile... If I want to mark these trees, I'm well within my right to!"

"Not in my territory!"

Neither of them truly made the first move, everything purely instinctual. One moment they were facing off in a small clearing in the trees, muted light filtering through, and the next they were in combat, jaws gnashing as fur and feathers flew. Any feathers that had been loose were freed in that moment, claws slicing, grasping and tussling. Up on her back legs, Nalu snarled and lunged for him, but Keither held her forepaws in his own, wrestling and bearing her back, hind paws cutting through the earth and leaving gouges in their wake. The raptor's jaws parted widely, letting out a roiling hiss, tongue fluttering out in a blue flicker, but she was not put off by one little (okay, he was not all that little, to be fair) raptor chomping and snarling, not even then.

She was home and she would show him that she could mark wherever she pleased!

She flipped, letting her weight take her as her hind paws dug into his stomach, flipping him up into the air as his wings spread to catch his weight, even in mid-air. He was not in such a position to take flight in that moment but he was able to steady himself, whipping around, tail curving around to follow his line of motion.

"You think that's going to send me scarpering..." Keither scoffed, head held high and his chest pushed out. "But you've never defended a territory before, have you?"

Nalu rolled her eyes.

"And just what does that have to do with anything?"

"Oh, nothing... But your attention is elsewhere. We all choose where we place our attention and yours is not entirely on me!"

He lunged, jaws flashing, though Keither was not swift enough, alas, to get them around her throat. It would not have been serious, of course, but enough he was sure to send her packing, running with her tail between her legs, plucking black feathers with his teeth. He spat them out, the raptor pressing the attack, driving her back between the trees, trapping her and hemming Nalu in on all sides.

Nalu growled and tucked her wings down, unable to flare them out in such a position, restricted from flight in such a space, though there was some room to move. A thick tree trunk separated her from the raptor and her dark colouration helped her slip through the trees, muddying her outline through the shadows. It was enough for the raptor to hesitate for a fraction of a second, blinking as he strove to follow her, the gryphoness on him in a moment.

There they rolled and tussled, grunting and pushing together, snapping and lashing out, though neither of them getting anything more than a rudimentary hold on the other. They were evenly matched and they had to respect each other for that, Keither grunting as Nalu forced him onto his side.

Although...there was something missing there, just as Keither had suspected from the beginning. Nalu was no true threat to him losing control of the territory in Xigfeldo's absence and he flipped his tail up, just briefly, releasing a bit of his own scent to counteract hers. His reverse slit was tucked up within a cloaca, his oily essence marking the edges of it, though the effect on the gryphoness was such that he wondered for a moment if a little of his musky fluid had splattered up onto her beak.

"You..."

She backed off, shaking her head, the fog of that scent overcoming her. It was as if it had been tailored specifically for her and her inclinations, breathing too deeply, a gleam in her eye that she didn't want to acknowledge, not even then. The thick, tantalising musk of a skunk, almost overpowering, was more so than what he exuded and yet she leaned into it hungrily, turning around, her tail lifted high.

"Hm... Two can play at that game."

She lunged at the same time as she sprayed her musk, splattering the trees and spreading it wide in an arc, the raptor flipping back. In a single breath, he was on his back, though every move of theirs came with an air more sexuality to it than before, no longer quite trying to win as they worked out a little more what the other was all about.

The push of a gryphon body against his was exciting, the raptor crooning when he was offered the opportunity of her bare throat, though he was not truly fighting her anymore. All they were looking at was a play in control, tumbling through fallen leaves that were softening back into the mulch of the earth, the remnants of winter lying upon the land in the constant cycle that twisted through the seasons. It may have been summer but no one could escape winter, not truly, the lure of breeding and the scent of spring tantamount in their ever-thickening scents.

Nalu grunted, her hind end curling down, flexing a little, as if she was thrusting. What was she doing? Her head spun and she landed with her forepaws on the raptor's wings, pinning him to the ground, but what she did not count on was his hind legs coming up into her stomach. She groaned as she was forced back, though the kick could have been worse than it was. There was no meaning behind it as the raptor advanced on her, both of them up on their feet again and circling.

Her body responded, however, without her consent, sending a pleasurable shiver down her spine. Her tail flicked and lifted, exposing another gust of her scent, the light spattering of liquid deliciously spilling forth in such a way that even she was affected by it. Maybe it was the fact that they were in a more closed-in environment, even if outdoors, that everything seemed all the more potent in the moment, breath catching, need rising, flowing through all else.

"You'll never win, raptor, I'll see to it."

Keither purred, eyes gleaming.

"Oh, I think I already have."

Whatever that meant pulled at Nalu's chest, but she was not to worry about something like that as she let out a heady little grunt that could not be held back. And neither did she want to hold it back as her nuts ached strangely, churning with desire, need flooding through. Her sheath plumped out where it was tucked up in the thicker fur under her belly, her shaft revealing itself, though her knot was, so far, not swollen. That would only come at the point of orgasm, though she hardly knew how she'd gotten to such a point of arousal.

Maybe it was meant to be as desire forced its way through, beak parted in a squeal, snarling forth, sounds that she could barely even remember making before slicing through the air. Nalu's wings spread to the extent that they could, slamming the raptor back into a tree, though his eyes gleamed, his cloaca parting softly to reveal a shaft and, of course, even more of his thick essence, the scent that made her cock throb so wonderfully.

"Now, I've got you!"

She didn't need to announce it a she braced, holding him up against the tree, the bark creaking and falling away where his spines cut into it, traces of venom left behind. But neither of them were worried about that as her shaft quested up against the root of his tail, following the line to his cloaca and plunging inside.

Anything that she had learned of tempering desire from her anthro self in the other world slipped away in a heartbeat of a moment as she grunted in the back of her throat, oddly in that moment meeting the raptor's apparent lust with her own. It didn't matter just how they'd gotten there only that their lust poured through, her shaft plunging deep, finding what felt like an anal passage, though she didn't quite know. She didn't understand how his anatomy differed to Xigfeldo's, not yet, but that was something that would just have to come in time, the gryphoness growling in lust as she sank deep over and over again.

It was pleasure but it was a fragile kind of dominance that she took in that moment, not thinking about what she was doing, simply letting the raptor's musk lift and swirl around her. It was intoxicating and tantalising in the best of ways, the hint of something sweeter within the deeply potent musk, though she could no have stopped herself from greedily sucking it in if she'd tried. Even if she'd wanted to get away, that was no longer an option as the raptor crooned, allowing her to drive deep, his anal passage contracting around her with a little more pressure.

"Heh..." Keither half-close his eyes. "Oh... I didn't think you were serious to begin with."

Although she wanted to tell him many rude things that should never have been heard from the lips of a lady (even a gryphoness like her), Nalu only had a throaty laugh for the raptor in turn.

"Fair touch... What's...ah..." Her shaft throbbed within him, the passage she'd plunged into tightening around her. "Your name?"

"Keither."

"Nalu."

They were introduced but it was not as if it would have interrupted them at all to not know one another's names. There was still something of a fight in them as birdsong flitted through the trees around, shafts of pristine sunlight spilling to the forest floor. It belonged there in its own kind of way and they were the true intruders in a world that they could not have honestly said that they understood, the natural one that they tended to. For while Keither was a caretaker of Xigfeldo's territory, especially in the dragon's absence, they were all stewards of the land on which they roamed.

They could have fun, however, not always in caretaking roles of the world, Keither growling as he pushed his tail up against the gryphoness, though she was not close enough that he could twine it around her skunk one. That was probably for the best as he allowed his tail to hang down against the tree, releasing his essence, a slick drool of it oozing from his vent, which was already spread by both the lightly coloured length of his shaft and her cock plunging within. It easily escaped as the gryphoness tucked her beak down against his muzzle, breathing heavily and deeply, flanks juddering with every breath she managed to take.

"Ah... You know..."

But what he knew was not for debate as she thrust wildly, giving herself over to that heady aroma that felt as if it was clawing at her nostrils, dragging her in and down to the raptor. Who was really in control there? That was a question that she had asked herself many times over in the past but not one at all that had such delicious consequences. Her shaft ached and twitched within him, though the raptor's cock twisted back and forth lightly, prehensile and offering so many possibilities even in the moment she caught a glimpse of his abilities.