James the Berzerker
A story in progress by Iron Basilisk
This is a story of love, romance, danger, violence, and lust unbridled. Of dreadfull enemies and of lovers of every sise, shape, sex and description, of a fantastic land of mythological beasts and of a man who is it seems is destined to play the role of lover to them all... A wonderous place where being a lover of beasts is not a disadvantage in society but a requirement!




James sat in a chair, his eyes taking in the room and it’s occupants. One woman, behind a huge desk. Blond, blue eyed, pretty. Who cared... a tall man, maby two hundred pounds, strong, tall handsome in a black suit. The only thing on his mind was ripping his throat out.
“I suppose you want to know why you are here, Mister Hovegravvon? Your name means “House of the Wolf” in an ancient Anglo-Saxon dialect. How interesting.” she said.
James just stared at her.
“You should pay attention to the lady, bub.” said the tall man to him.
“David. Don’t bother.” the lady said to him. “If you were to hurt our friend here enough that he believed that you might actually kill him, he would tear your arms off and shove them up your ass.”
“Oh come on!” said the man.
“Oh, it’s true.” she said. “What you are looking at right now is one of the last true pure blood berserker on the face of the planet. A person that bears the unique genetic combination to allow them, when threatened to access the depths of will only found in madmen. Hysterical strength, nearly superhuman speed, the ability to ignore pain and disability with one single goal on there temporarily homicidal minds. Kill. And if I do not miss my guess, due to your method of introducing James to us at this point, that the one he most wishes to kill, is you. So I must ask you to leave, David. You are screwing things up, again.”
“But Miss...”
“Leave.” she commanded.
The man turned and left, giving James one last look to assure him that this was not over between them.
James had no idea why the man hated him so much, but that was fine with him. He didn’t like him much ether.
“Now then, James.” the woman said. “Lets just take a look at what we know about you, shall we?” she reached into the desk and fished out a very large file of papers that she thumped on the desk. She saw him staring at it and smiled. “Our agents tend to be very thorough.” she said. She lifted the first part of the file free of the rest.
“And here is all the interesting bits.” she said. She read the file, playing with a strand of her hair as she perused. “Yes, brown belt in Sho-lin kung fu, five animal style. Yes, that makes sense. Member of the Renaissance martial arts association, specializing in the Great Axe and Two-handed sword. In depth expertise in the historical class of knighthood, volunteer at the animal outreach, the humane society, a member in good standing in greenpeace and also a full time member in the eco insurgents organization, Earth First. You have personally been involved in no less than seven operations to sabotage key ecologically damaging facilities and operations, you have been brought in for questioning only once, and it went no further due to your great care in not leaving any traces of your work, and always working alone.” she smiled at him. “By the way, that sabotage job you pulled on that leaky oil tanker? Brillant. How in the hell did recruitment miss someone like you?”
“Very cute.” james said. “What’s your point? Besides that fact that you are trying to sweet talk me even though you’re a lesbian.”
She stared at him for a second. “How did you know?” she asked flatly.
“Oh, just the fact that you keep trying to play sexy with me but it keeps coming across like you really don’t want to be doing it but it’s your job. No, you’re gay. You wouldn’t touch me with pissed off David's dick.” he said, taking out a smoke and lighting it.
“I really would like it if you didn’t...” she began.
“f*** you, lady.” he snapped. Sending a stream of smoke at the ceiling. “Now enough with the toying with me. Either tell me what you want out of me, or use that gun you got sitting in your top drawer and hope to your god that I don’t get to you before you put me down.”
She sighed and rubbed her temples. This was not going as she planned. This James was being one tough bastard. “What makes you think I have a gun in my desk, James?” she asked.
“When you opened the drawer to get the file, I heard a sound of a heavy metal object sliding on the wood. From the sound, I would guess a large frame auto, a 9mm Glock, or a Barreta of the same caliber. Probably a Barreta, that being the most standard government issue. If things go badly for you, you just grab it and fire right through the desk and I’m history. You hope. Why else would you leave the drawer wide open and keep you hand near it? It’s all too obvious.” he said.
She rubbed her face and then looked through his file again. Nope, no specialist training, no intelligence contacts, nothing. No wonder no one caught this bastard when he went on his little sabotages! He was a crook with the deductive skill of Sherlock Holmes! Well, she would have to turn up the heat a little and hope that she survived it. Getting anyone else involved at this point would just screw everything up worse than it was already.
“Well, James. You’re right, I am a lesbian. And I do have a gun in my desk.” She said, closing the drawer. “But as for my being a lesbian, I trust you will keep it quiet. Although my employers know, they are only slightly tolerant because congress ordered them to be. Not very many of my people would be very understanding or respect me if they found out either.”
“Why would you trust me to do any such thing?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing but a sense of honor that is plastered all over your file. You are a very honorable and chivelrus man, James. But besides all that, I know you will, because I intend to keep your secret.” She said.
“And what one would that be?” he asked.
“That you are a zoophile.” she pronounced. “That you are a real live lover of all our furry friends. I believe that they call your kind a Zoo.”
“Bullshit.” he said simply.
“We have recorded testimony from two of your recent lovers. I got it myself, there very nice girls, I might add, if you like them big and four legged.” she said.
“What in the hell are you talking about?” he asked calmly.
He was a cool one, she had to admit. Most people when presented with the knowing hint started bawling about how sorry they were and how it wouldn't happen again. But this one just acted like he was totally unknowing of what she was hinting at. “You own two horses, both mares? By the names of Lola and brandy? One a spectacular Appaloosa who loves running like mad for the fun of it and full body massages, the other a cute, sweet giant Clydesdale who likes to play kissy face.”
“What did you do to them?” he asked, his voice as cold as liquid nitrogen.
She looked up at him, some ancient warning of imminent death surfacing from her subconscious in response to the sound of that voice... so cold... so barren of life or warmth, her eyes met his and she froze.
There was no expression on his face, none at all. Nothing to indicate he was even alive. All emotion gone as if it had never been. Nothing. As she watched, the cornea of his eyes began to flush with blood, the colored parts of his eyes becoming red as she stared, transfixed. Frosen, rooted to the spot like a sparrow facing a cobra. With a lurch brought about by the imminent need for survival, she forced her mouth and vocal cords to work.
“Nothing, there fine! I just talked to them! I gave them an apple apiece! Brandy slobbered all over my face and Lola ran off with my purse and I had to chase her all over the place to get it back! That’s all, I swear...” she said, gasping for breath, wanting to run like hell. “They're both beautiful, sweet animals I I would love to have a pair so loving as they were! I swear!”
James closed his eyes with the slowness of the crashing gates of hell and spun the chair to the side with his foot, snubbing out his cigarette on the heal of his boot. When he turned back, his eyes were normal, expressive, emotional, alive.. She remembered what the physiologist who had studied berserkers had said. “The cornea of the eye becomes flushed with blood, It is the fist sign of a berserker shifting there energy output to increase there physical abilities. this is due to the increase in overall blood flow caused by a massive spike in the bodies energy output, the most remarkable effect is the jump in voltage of the body. The average human utilizes less than half a volt of current through there nervous system. The berserker, on the other hand, reaches up to two volts. This accelerates the entire body, everything from reaction time to physical strength is increased. This usually takes ten to twenty minutes to become noticeable.” and she had asked. “Are there any who can do it faster?” And he had answered. “There are legends of some being able to reach a berserk state almost instantly, but that is as far as we can tell, just a legend.”
She was looking at a legend. His eyes had become flushed in under five seconds. She was sweating now. It was like being in a room with a bomb. She had seen many case studies on berserkerism, and the grisly remains that they left behind. They were killing machines, and she was across the table from one.
“Look, we didn't hurt your horses. We didn't even touch them, they touched me. I wouldn't have stood for it. Nobody hurts a horse on my watch. I may not be like you, but I like them too.” she said.
“So basically you want to tell me that you somehow have a device or something that allows you to talk to animals, and you interviewed my horses and they told you that I had sex with them, is that it?” he asked.
“Basically.” she replied.
“And you are going to use this information for what? I fail to see how you are going to press charges against me, your evidence is basically science fiction.” he said.
“You don’t seem to understand, James. This is not a pretrial session. This is a recruitment offer. We want you to work for us.” she persuaded.
“Doing what? Seducing foreign wildlife?” he asked.
“Something like that.” She said.
“Cut the secret agent circumlocution crap and just tell me what in the hell you want.” he replied.
“Alright, alright.” she said. She sighed. “This is going to rock your world.” she said. Pulling out a file from a different drawer than the gun. She slid it across the desk. “This is top secret, we will deny violently everything in there and send a division of marines to wipe the floor with you if you squeal one word of this. Yada, yada yada...”
He picked up the file and opened it. There was a picture on the first page, a photo. It stopped him cold. It was a gryphon, a gryphon sitting against a tree reading a book clutched in one talon. The photo was perfect, one could see every feather, every inch of the mythical beast, a few oak leaves were caught in the feathers of the wings, the dappled light, the soil sticking to the tawny fur of his butt. It was so perfectly real.
“Nice fake.” he said, putting the photo on the desk. Then he stopped. There, shoved into a plastic bag was a long, broad feather. He opened the bag, knowing what it was, what it ment even before he got a good look at it. The feather slid free, it was over a foot long, and it wasnt a flight feather with the sculpted tip, this was just a upper wing feather. It was gold, gold as a swiss bank account. As if some insane artist had crafted it from a single ingot. On it was a pattern of swirls that resembled Damascus steel in there beauty. They were silver, yes, the real silver color. He stared at the feather. It had not been died or painted, each tiny hair was perfect and uniform. This had came off a bird, and if this was a higher wing feather that one would find perhaps near the shoulder, than the creature who bore it had a wingspan of... twenty five, thirty feet. There was simply no way to hide such a creature on earth. A tiny gecko, yes. That could remain undiscovered. But a bird the size of a Piper Cub aircraft was simply impossible. Someone would have run in to the thing. He looked at the picture again, twirling the feather in his hand. The pattern on the feather was identical. This was a gyphon feather. He put it down with sudden reverence. He did not believe, he could not. But he none the less placed it as if it were the greatest treasure on earth, and perhaps it was. He looked at the next page, a dragon gazed back at him as it bathed in a lake, rising rampant above the water, a bar of soap and a washcloth clutched in it’s talons. He placed a scale, broad as an arrowhead, as light as the feather and almost transparent black next to the feather. He turned the page and another creature confronted him. A Minotaur. A lock of thick hair joined the rest. There were many more, most strictly mythological. The final one caused him to freeze in awe. It was a unicorn. A mare. She was laying on a throne of moss, her noble head raised to consider those that photographed her. Her body was hung with jewels and strings of pearls. Her coat was a dramatic shade of ebony, so radiant that every color of the rainbow shimmered across her and stained the ground around her with there soft tones like a living prism. Her single horn had no color, it was all colors, all shades, it defied description, the picture seeming to tweak as if the camera simply could not capture it’s true power. She seemed more real than real, more noble than all the things of the world combined and bore the weight and majesty of every monarch that ever lived in a single mother of pearl hoof.
“Let me guess what you’re looking at.” said the agent. “Princess Lashia. A member of the royal family, daughter of Queen Tara-Ansana and the Royal consort, Holain The Stone Hoofed. She is currently seventeen and available, that being right about the end of her teenage years. She is twenty four hands at the shoulder, weighs seven hundred and seventy four pounds and likes romantic walks, travel, running through the woods and helping people. Interested?” she asked.
“Give me a break.” he said, tossing the folder down. “Any kid with a good photo program could fling this crap!”
She smiled. “We both know how true that is, James.” she said.
“If so, why is it that no one has ever seen these beings before this?” he asked.
“Because of a very big secret that we have never revealed to the world at large.” she opened the folder and extracted a picture, spinning it across to face him. It was a hole in the ground surrounded by ancient stones that seemed to indicate it’s importance to some forgotten culture.
“This was found in the woods of upper Washington. It’s a gate. A portal to another world. It’s where all these beings live. Now, all crap aside. What we need from you is for you to go there and protect the Princess.” she rubbed her face and sighed. “I hate to say this, it’s so trite. But, the fate of the world depends on you keeping her alive. If you don’t, then they will attack us with forces that we have yet to understand. The problem that we face is that there is a group who wants to sever any connection between our world and there’s. The nasty bit is that there is a group on ether side, one here, one there, and the two of them are actually working together to make sure that the two worlds stay apart. The only way to do that is to kill her.” she said, pointing at the picture of the magnificent unicorn. “She wants to keep the portal open, and so she is there number one blockage that they have to get around. They have threatened her and when that did not work, they have turned to the good old hired killer to do there dirty work. We want you to go in, become her bodyguard and make sure that they do not get to her. Now I know what the next question you are going to ask is. Why you? Well, you are obviously well trained with arcane weapons, swords and that sort of stuff. There world does not let fire arms work worth a damn. So you’re skill with those will be a real asset. Second, of course, is the fact that you are a real, live berserker. And one that as far as we can tell, has a near impossible level of control of your berserk state. But this one is perhaps the most important one. The customs of this world are like this. A lord or lady has the right to ask of any knight, such as your self, to share there bed. To refuse on any grounds other than incompatibility is considered a deadly insult. Our first few agents to go in there got themselves ether tossed out, or outright killed in duels. Odd as it sounds, these beings find humans, especially strange humans, as interesting dates. That is why we need you for this mission. We couldn't have built an operative better qualified than you for this. And I have to tell you right now, there is nobody else who can do this, and the threat is real. These people have abilities that we don’t even basically understand and have not a clue if we can defend against. Best case scenario? If the princess dies and there is no link to humanity, then that is were it ends, we lose the gate and the possibility of learning who knows what from them. In one of the agent’s logs, he said that one of them healed a broken arm in a few minutes! And that he had been transported across the entire continent in an instant! That agent was our best, but they ended up asking him to leave after he was asked to serve in a duchesses bed. Evidently the knew damn well when someone was faking it. The worse case scenario? They decide to invade our world in revenge for there fallen Empress. I have to tell you, in that case, we have no idea if any of our military power is going to do a damn thing. I know you aren’t a great fan of humanity, and neither am I. But I don’t think neither of us wants to really see humanity go extinct. That’s the mission. Go in there, do the nasty with whomever wants to do it with you and keep the damn Empress alive! We’ll give you what ever you want or need. Want to be a billionaire? Want your own damn country? You name it, you got it! Just do this and whatever it is you want you can have it..”
“I’ll go.” Said James.
She stopped and blinked at him. “Um.. I hate to run a gift through the bomb squad, but could you tell me why you have this sudden turn around?” she asked.
James smiled. “Ever since I got here, I noticed that yo were displaying a good amount of anxiety. You hid it well, but I noticed the way you could not keep you hands still, the quick movement’s of your eyes, as if you wanted to blurt this all to me in a second and then send me off to do what you wanted. That and the fact that you have been sweating behind your ears. All of this leads one to believe that you are very frightened of something and believed that every second that we jerked off here meant that things were getting worse. Then you tell me about this impossible land, knowing full well that I am far more likely to think you are nuts or bent on doing something nasty to me than believe it. But the fact that your desperation came through clearly as you explained what you wanted and your offer of anything I wanted, in that moment I think you would have begged me on your knees. So my only recourse given your behavior is that you are the most skilled actor on earth, or you are telling the truth and barely have control of the situation. This other faction that wants to close the gate, they are from your own organization, aren’t they?” he asked. “As a matter of fact, you believe that some, or many, of them have infiltrated your headquarters and will move to stop me from going by the most obvious means, by killing me and you as well. Probably making it look like I killed you and had to be killed my self.” James turned his head, listening. “I suggest you get that gun out, Miss. We are going to have company.” he said.
The door burst open, and in walked David, with a gun in his hand, pointed at her face.
“I did not suspect you, David.” she said. “Bravo.”
“I am being very well payed.” he replied. Two others came in behind him.
“So what is the drill” she asked calmly.
“Oh, the usual.” David answered. “We take you two and set things up so it looked like you killed each other.”
“I don’t think I am going to be able to let you do that, Davy boy.” said James suddenly.
“Shut the f*** up, you...” began Dave, turning to the one he should have been watching all along. With a hideous snap, the man’s arm bent the wrong way, twisting in the socket as a single hand yanked it like taffy. The arm was pulled around, the gun in it firing as the insanely strong fingers pressed the tendons just so. The first man behind him caught a bullet through the throat, vomiting blood in a gusher as he weakly tried to stem the flood with both hands. The second caught one through the center of the chest that severed his spinal cord above the lungs. He fell with out a sound like a puppet with his strings cut, down, to his knees and then over on his side, to lie in a boneless heap. James stood there, David’s arm in one hand, his head slowly turned to face the man he held. His eyes were two burning pits of hell and David whimpered in abject terror at the sight, breaking into a full scream of absolute horror when James smiled at him. James savagely yanked the arm and David flew through the air with the force of a catapult, his scream cut off with the sickening wet splatter of his skull meeting the brick wall and splattering his brains over the stone in a gory corona of crimson soaked gray as the decapitated body slid down to lie as limp and boneless as a pile of fish guts.
She pressed the back of her hand to her lips, trembling in the aftershock of horror. She had been a wet works operative and had in her time killed. But James killed like swatting flies, the men who faced him never had a chance, she recalled the legends of ancient berserker's massacre entire enemy forces and knew that they were accurate. James could have been in the same room with twenty men, all armed and trained, and the result would have been the same, they would be dead, and James... James would be smiling.
He turned and she prepared herself for death, his hellish eyes!
James stood looking at her, Blood was dripping from the corners of his hellish crimson eyes like tears of the damned... He inhaled slowly the helish eyes losing focus on her, his hands balling into fists, trembling with the strain... The gates of hell closed, James breathed out and then staggered to one knee, reaching for the floor. The look crossing his face was, for a moment, one of hopeless regret and soul rending sorrow. He opened his eyes and looked at her, tears streaming down his face. His eyes wore once again nothing but those of a human in pain. He stood. “We better get the hell out of here, lady.” he said, wiping the bloody tears from his face. “If you want to pull this off, then you had better get me to the gate before they get a second chance. I’m not much use against a machine gun at a distance.”
She got up and came around the desk, sliding her gun into it’s holster. “Let’s go.” she said.


The two flew by helicopter to the remote wilderness where the gate was located. She had arranged for everything to be ready on there arrival, using a minimum of outside help. They had landed and the two got out. A woman met them there, a plump secretarial type with braided hair.
“I got you what you needed, Linda.” she said.
“Good, then you get the hell out of here. I’ll meet you later.” she said, taking the woman in her arms fro a firm hug. “Be careful.” she warned.
“I will.” she said and strode off.
“She’s nice.” said James.
“You arn’t getting interested all of a sudden?” she asked him as they walked to the pile of equipment that lay near the hole.
“She sort of reminds me of a bear I knew once.” he answered.
“You did it with a bear?” she asked incredulously.
“Made love to one? Yes. If I had just tried to “Do it” with her as you suggest, she would have creamed me.” he replied.
“I find myself unable to continue my existence without asking this question. How do you seduce a bear?” she asked.
He smiled and helped her unpack everything, continuing his story as they went along. “When I found her, she was the only bear in the area, they had decided that there were too many of them and they needed to be “Thinned” I believe the term was. Well, they sent in a couple thousand hunters and before you knew it, she was the only one alive. Oh, the conservation authorities said they were sorry, and they didn't know how it could have happened that there were so many tags issued, all while pocketing the cool four million made in tag sales. I decided then and there to take the last female and move her. I went at night and used a tranquilizer gun, then I got her into my ford and drove her way back into the Canadian wilderness. Sneaking across the border in an F-250 was something of a challenge, but doable. When I was there, I let her go and keep watch over her for a while. Well, she came into heat then, and for whatever reason, decided that I would do fine. I remember my panic as she pushed into the tent with me. I had a knife. But I didn't even think of using it. There was no way I was going to kill her, even if she killed me. But she just looked at me for a while and then lay down with me. It gets spicy after that, but I assure you, a bear is one great lover, and I would give a great deal to have her hold me as she did that night.” he said, finishing his story.
She shook her head. Even though she was not into animals, there was a bright beauty to the image of him daringly rescuing the bear and then the bear repaying him with her affection and love. It moved her even though it was not her thing. But then, love is just love... “James, the way you talk about her, if you were a woman, and I was a she-bear, I would be all over you.” she said.
He smiled. “Thanks.”
She bent down and opened the case. There, in the box was a sword. A huge two handed one. James looked at the wepon and then picked it up. He looked at her. “It is far lighter than I would belive possible. Some sort of alloy?” he asked.
“You betcha. Titanium core with a tungsten carbide steel edge. It’s stronger and sharper than any blade ever made, lighter too. There’s a sheath there for it too. As well as every other old fashioned goody we could come up with.” she said proudly.
He looked thrue the case. Knives, throwing stars, throwing spikes. Caltrops, a very modern bow and a sheaf of arrows. He thought for a moment and then begain to make his selections, each type had it’s own case and straps to put it on with. Soon he was hung with enough hardware for a ninja convention. “No armor.” he commented.
“Shit.” she cursed. “Sorry, that would have come in real handy, I guess.” she said.
He nodded. “I’ll have to do without it.” he said.
“Well then, come on.” she said, and led him down to the hole in the ground that was supposed to be a gate to another world.
James looked down into the gaping blackness and was unsurprised when he could not see bottom. “How do I get down?” he asked, not noticing any ladders or ropes.
“Like this.” she said, and booted him in the rear. She was well trained and could kick very heard. He tumbled off of the precipice and fell, turning he looked up at her as she stood in the place he had occupied.
“Don’t worry!” she shouted. “I’ll take care of your girls! I promise.”
Her speech saved her life, for at that moment as he turned, he threw. When he heard her words, he deflected the trow just a bit, so that the razor edged star that whirled up at her with deadly accuracy sliced off a lock of her hair, instead of going through her forehead. She lifted a hand to her temple, and was damn glad that she had decided to be reassuring, or she would be dead. She stepped back from the ledge.
“Well, at least I know he’s the right man for the job!” she said, as she left to see to her promise.


James fell through the darkness, he closed his eyes, but that was worse. He rolled onto his back and fell looking up. That way, if he did smash into the ground, a thing he thought inevitable, he would not see it coming and therefore not know it. It was to some small shock to him when he hit water. His body plunging through it as if with only the force of a six foot dive, and not a seemingly several thousand foot drop. He swam to the surface and made his way to the shore, sputtering and spitting water that had gotten up his nose. He lay on all fours in the mud and reeds as he got the water clear of his breathing passages, thinking to himself that the rolling over so he could not see trick was not such a good one after all.
A pair of feet stepped onto the damp ground before him. Huge, giant, talon sort of feet, with really big claws. He looked up, sitting back on his knees at a huge feathered head equipped with a long, hooked scimitar beak that lay below the wide crimson eyes of a bird of prey. The head came forward towards him, the eyes looking closely at his features, it then lifted his head and looked around, every movement full of grace and nobility.
James blinked as his mind was forced to admit what was before him. It was a gryphon.
It was almost exactly like a red tailed hawk in it’s beautiful plumage, shimmering between copper and brown. The rear of the gryphon did not, however, seem precisely a lion, but rather a different beast altogether. It was obvious to him that this was no hybrid beast, but a true being in it’s own right, and a magnificently beautiful one at that. James found himself aroused at the very thought of being this close to it, regardless of the danger it might represent to him.
The gryphon turned back to him and peered closely into his face, the beak less than an inch from him.
James lifted a hand, slowly, gently, and placed that hand on the gryphon’s cheek, touching the silken feathers. The grypon’s eyes widened at the touch, but allowed it as James began to softly stroke his fingers through them, preening them gently. His other hand lifted and he stroked the great beast under the chin, eliciting a sigh from it, the great eyes closing slowly under his ministrations. James smiled at the purr of delight that was coming from the beast. It had always been a skill of his to ignite an animals capacity for pleasure, seeming to know exactly what to do to turn one on. He moved closer on his knees and nuzzled the gryphon’s cheek, kissing it’s silken glory, stroking his face down to the shoulders and letting his tung slide out to find it’s way through the plumage and to touch the sensitive skin beneath at the juncture between neck and shoulder. The gryphon out right moaned at this treatment as James hands slid down between it’s forelegs and down it’s chest. The gryphon could not withstand this assault, and seemed readily inclined not to, laying it’s head across James’s shoulders. James smiled and nuzzled the neck of the beast. It had been said by those zoos who knew him that if you threw him to the lions, that the only thing getting eaten was lions. James reached down, sliding his hands deep beneath the grypon and reached up, gripping the beast’s sides and then pulling down gently. As if without conscious will, the gryphon sat down slowly, placing it’s genitals in his reach as he petted and played with... him. Yes, We have a boy gryphon. James touched a rather large canine type sheath that was slung under the body, he decided then and there to used what worked on canines, and took the back of his hand and rubbed with a circular motion on the bottom front of the sheath. The penis of any animal is sensitive and very easily injured, it was therefore his job to convince this avian glory that he meant love, not harm. And so he took his time to let the gryphon set the pace. After a moment or so of this, the beast lifted a talon and draped it over his shoulder while rubbing his back with his feathered head and releasing a sigh of pleasure as his penis made it’s first appearance. James continued to rub gently with the back of his hand along the bottom of the organ, coaxing it to errection. The gryphon gave a cry deep in his throat and stiffened his hips, pushing forward against James’s touch. James took this as permission to advance his efforts and he pulled from his pocket a small bottle of hand lotion, the greasy kind, mixed with an amount of heating sex gel and a dash of hydrogen peroxide as an antibacterial. Far too many times he had found that such a precaution was useful, having gotten his hands in the oddest crotches in the oddest places. He pressed some into his hand and then rubbed it in to his palms, returning them to the gryphon's organ before he lost any interest. The gryphon groaned and spread his legs as he worked the gel onto his penis. James could feel the gel warming up, giving the feel of immersion in a wet orifice. He always went the extra yard for his friends, and he wanted very much to be this gryphon’s friend. He stroked the gryphon while nuzzling his chest, pulling and stroking outward as he brought him closer and closer to orgasm. The talon tightened on his shoulder and James was worried he was not going to come thrue this with out some damage, and he flinched slightly as the talon dug in again. But the beast seemed to notice that he was hurting him and lifted the talon free of his shoulder and placed it on the ground at his side. James smiled at this show of caring and strove to delight the noble mythological creature with all his skill. This was one of his favorites, you see, James was not of the type that usually did oral or anal sex with one of his furry male friends unless there was a great deal of trust going both ways, but he did delight in seeing one in ecstasy. He reveled in it, as a matter of fact. There was nothing better than seeing one of his friends in the throes of a real wet and spoogy orgasm, and this was no exception, the gryphon shuddered and bucked his hips, his head lifting skyward, beak parting, tongue jutting in convulsive bliss, and he erupted, gushing seed with the force of a garden hose, once, twice, three, times, and then a bunch of smaller squirts that finally stilled to a single long dripping that strung to the ground. James leaned forward under the gryphon and licked it. When else would he get a taste of gryphon spooge? He licked his lips and considered it like a fine wine.
“Spicy.” he said with a smile. He looked down and saw that his front had been soaked in gryphon semen. “You boys really know how to cum, don’t you?” he sighed. At least there was water here. He gave the gryphon and affectionate stroke and turned to wash himself.
The gryphon, in the meantime, recovered his composure and reached out to grasp the human before him by his thigh with a talon. He then spun the human around and stood on his hind legs, lifting him by the armpits into the air.
“And you... MUST be James.” the gryphon said in a voice that was like a hawk being sluttish, the fierce eyes now half lidded and outright sensual.
James stared at the gryphon, not comprehending in the slightest for a moment, then he recalled the briefing he had just had not less than an hour before... Damn it! He can never thing of anything when theres some magnificent animal around to fondled! All he had heard about the Princess and the people and the political factions came crashing back into his skull and he hung there in the gryphon's talons realizing that he had just whacked off one of the native people! One that could speak English! He realized that he should have known better. But the damn gryphon never said a word! His mind simply had a hard time of it, and a reasonably sane answer eluded him. “Um... sorry for the grope?” he said.
The gryphon closed one eye and looked at him skeptically. “You’re toying with me.” he said.
“Ah.... No?” he replied confusedly.
“Then surely you must admit that bringing me such pleasure as you did so skillfully with your soft little paws is nothing to apologize for, I assure you that I enjoyed every second of it and hold you in high esteem for your selfless gift.” he said.
“Um... thanks?” he said.
The mighty gryphon gave him a tiny shake, cocking his head to the side to gaze at him with one penetrating eye as any avian is want to do. “Why must you toy with me?” he asked. “It is I who must thank you. It was I who was bored to death waiting for the human who was sent from the other world, expecting yet another furless being who would run screaming from me. But then you come along and seduce me on the spot! Plying from me a ecstatic pleasure that few have ever equaled in my long life!” he said. “Come now human. You are James, are you not? The one said to be so skilled in love and war among your own people that you, and you alone have been sent to defend the Princess with your fell skill?” asked the gryphon.
James looked at him for a second and then laughed out loud. “Skilled in love and war, indeed!” those agents must have thrown quite a spin on his being a zoo and a genetic throwback.
The gryphon watched him as he laughed, perplexed as to why he seemed to be going mad even as he watched.
“I’m fine, my friend.” he assured the gryphon. “It’s just that I have never heard myself addressed that way before. Yes, I’m James.”
“Then let me welcome you my dearest heart!” he said, and that magnificent beast of legend embraced james to his warm, feathered chest.

I shall end my first chapter there good friends...
Until next time, if you hear heavy footsteps, the scrape of a serraded tail on stone, and there in the moonlight catch a glimps of some huge hulking beast with eyes of pailest white, with shining fangs like daggers though your bedroom window... don't worry, its just me.

*expresion of awe and wonder* PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE keep continuing

Wow.........Well, what tales we shall weave if only we have an imagination. And, so you do, have quite an imagination.
Keep going, my new friend. Wait I shall, but don't make me wait too long, for I shall grow hungry for more, very soon.
Thank you so very much for a great story such as this.
A great big 10. :beer:

Cmon people... Its not that often that we have a really exceptional story here, so lets give thanks where thanks are due.... THANK YOU :rock: :beer: :cool2:

That is an awesome tale ^_^ and I do hope to see it continued. Sounds like it could make a full book. Thank you for posting your story.

I still hunger, but have yet to be fed again by you. Such a great story beginning to let it stand alone by itself.
Come on, imagination, come on.
We need more.
Oh, not to push you, but we need more. :please:

Another great big old 10 for you. :please:

Im working on it, but with work and life intervening all the time i am a bit slow, that and im still hammering out all the details of the plotline, but im making progress and i will do my very best to finish another chapter soon as i am able. As soon as i fend off these torch bearing villagers...

That start is better than most completed stories - I can't wait for the next installment :w00t:

Superb story! I'm looking forward to reading more, when you the time to post it. Thank you for sharing.

James the Berzerker
Chapter Two

The Gryphon held James to his chest for a long moment in the warmest of embraces and James returned that hug with everything he had and then some. Here he was in some strange land being held in the arms of a Gryphon! He was rather sticky and covered in gryphon spooge but that was a bonus as far as he was concerned. He buried his face in the gryphons feathered neck and reveled in the moment...
It was then that the gryphons claws began to wander over his body. “So how does one take these things off of you, dear James?” The Gryphon asked.
“Oh come on! You cant be horny already!” James exclaimed.
“Horny?” asked the gryphon, pausing in his search for a way to get His new friend out of his pants. “My dear, what do you mean? And what does a likeness to horns have to do with anything?”
“ah fer petes sake...” said James rolling his eyes. “Horny, its an expression back where i come from, it means randy, lusty, aroused, being overcome by a desire to have sex!”
“Your people become aroused? Besides you i mean?” the gryphon asked.
James rolled his eyes. “Of course we do, how do you think we make more of us?”
“Sooth i had no clue.” said the gryphon with a shrug of his mighty wings. “All other beings such as you frankly seemed sorely shocked and dismayed by the very thought of being “Horny” as you say. The very sight of our people happily mounting each other seemed to drive them into a state of fervent disgust! And oh what a scene of torment they began when the love makers politely invited them to join in! Twas as if they had asked them to hang there genitals upon a spearhead! In truth i must say it twas the strangest thing i have ever lay eyes upon.”
James sighed. “Yeah, my people have some strange hangups i suppose. Fact is just under the surface were as sexually interested as anyone can get, we just don't want to admit it to ourselves.”
“Then why are you different?” the gryphon asked.
James smiled ruefully. “Because i just am. No reason really. Ive always been this way since i can remember. I can't change what i am, no matter how much it might make my life miserable”
The gryphon gazed at him thoughtfully, those great eyes of a bird of prey emotional and alive, sensitive and feeling, seeming to understand that this was a jagged wound in his new found friend's soul. He Pulled the small seemingly fragile human to his chest. “I am glad that you are different James.” He said, stoking his smooth furless and featherless shoulders. He held the human gently for a time and then pushed him back to look into his face. “As to your question of my “Hornyness...” i am always horny.” he said as he gave him that sluttish eye again. But that is not the reason i wished to remove these cloth things you are wearing. Not that i wouldn't mind feeling your smooth and naked body against mine, for i have never in my wildest dreams made love to a being with no fur at all save for that little patch on your head. The reason i wished to remove them is simply because to wear such things here is simply not allowed. Certainly they told you before you came here did they not?”
“Ah... No, they didn't” admitted James. “Things were kind of rushed there at the end. I don't know much about anything I'm supposed to do here besides protect the Princess at all costs. I don't even know where she is or even if i can protect her.
“Then it is lucky indeed that i am here!” Pronounced the Gryphon with flair.”For i shall be your guide and your mentor in all things of this land or die in the attempt i so swear upon my honor!” he proclaimed dramatically, spreading his great wings to point straight up into the sky, his talon at his breast, his eyes fierce and noble as a god of storms...
“Damn you make me horny...” said James out loud, awed by the display.
“Do you really think so?” asked the gryphon, suddenly self conscious. Peering down at james with worried eyes looking for any sign of jest.
James stared at him for a full second and then burst out laughing at the sight.
The gryphon lifted his noble head and pointed it at the sky, crossing his chest with his fore paws in disapproval. “Hmph!” he sniffed. “I knew full well you were speaking in jest! For shame that you would be so crewel to me!” he said in a fist class pout.
James stopped laughing like a switch had been thrown and sat up to stair at the gryphon, a look of total bafflement on his face. “Are you out of your feather covered mind!” James exclaimed. “You are so sexy you should have a warning sign hung on your feathery ass saying “Warning! So sexy may cause involuntary self fondling and spontaneous orgasms! Gaze at your own risk!” The only reason i laughed was because i just couldn't believe you didn't know you were sexy already! I mean come on! Your a beautiful alluring magnificently horny all the time gryphon who is built like a god of sex, has a magnificent long twisty penis like a soft ribbed drill bit that i can only look at in awe that spurts like a warm fire hose and who's cum tastes like milky nutmeg for Pete's sake! How much more sexy could you be? You couldn't be more sexy if i dunked you in a vat of whipped cream, cherries and sex pheromones! Do you understand? You are sexy as hell, so sexy all i can think about when im with you is how sexy you are! Sexy Sexy Sexy!” he protested, running his fingers through his hair in disbelief at the sheer impossibility of the gryphon's pouty chiding.
“Ah i see” said the gryphon. “Just to clarify a minor point dear James... Might i ask you one small question?” he said politely.
“And what would that be?” James replied slowly, knowing somehow this would be too much for him to bear.
“What does “Sexy” mean?” asked the gryphon.
The gryphon was quite surprised when the human known to him as James suddenly got to his feet and ran with a shout to throw himself back into the lake...
Later when James had dried off a bit, He and the gryphon were sitting on a stone in the warm sunshine.
“So sexy means to be desirable?” asked the gryphon.
“Yes!” replied James, rolling his eyes as he hung his shirt over a bush.
“And you believe i am sexy?” he prodded.
“Do you really think i would jack off a complete stranger without even a dinner and a movie if i didn't think you were drop dead sexy?”
“What is..” the gryphon began.
“Ah!” Said James, holding up a finger before the gryphon's beak. “No interrupting me and making me go crazy and jump in the lake! Ill explain later ok?”
The gryphon closed his beak and nodded. “As you wish James.”
“What is your name?” James asked. “you know mine and all. And i assume you have one. What is it?”
The gryphon let loose with a high pitched scree that rose and fell melodically over a range far beyond anything that could be accomplished by a human voice .
“There is no way i can say that.” admitted James.
“I thought not.” said the gryphon, “though it is of little matter. You may call me simply Gryphon if you wish it.”
James shrugged. “works for me.”
The gryphon got up and approached him, putting his face right into his own, his long curved beak almost touching James, The gryphon's warm breath brushing his face, the noble birdlike eyes wide and vulnerable as he said what he needed to say.
Now, about my being sexy to you...” the gryphon said.
“Yes?” replied James.
“Prove it to me.” he said softly.
“Prove it to you?” James repeated with a blink of puzzlement.
“Take me now, mount me and spend your lusts upon my body, grant me this gift, show me that i am sexy as you say, that your lust for me is true and your need for me as great as the words you have spoken! Take me now and spill your seed within me in true earnest rutt!”
James gazed into those beautiful eyes and realized he was serious, desperately serious. He had no idea why or how a magnificent being like him could be in so great a need but that didn't matter, he was and that was all James needed to know.
“Is that what you want?” James asked, lifting his hand to stroke the feathers of his cheek.
“Yes.” replied the Gryphon, seeming to recoil from his touch just a tiny bit as if he might be struck for his audacity, his body shaken by the tiniest of tremblings as he stood in a semi crouch as if ready to fly to safety
James saw it all, saw the gryphon's need, saw the way he stood, the way he acted, the almost fearful way he approached him, as ridiculous as that seemed since he was dwarfed by the gryphon and then some. No, something deeper, something that this powerful beautiful fierce being would seek from him, a practically complete stranger where he could not find it anywhere else... something....
Suddenly he had it... the self consciousness, the blatant meekness in his begging plea, the body language, and his exact words... “Take me now...” it all fit, he was totally sure of it. This magnificent bird of prey was a sexual submissive! It was not that uncommon in humans back home. Hell, he had done a good bit of it with a girlfriend of his who was rather into femdom. He had rather enjoyed it frankly, there was something to be said for being totally in someone else's power sexually and made for a very intense experience. In his mind he could see it clearly. Here he was, this big tough strong scary Gryphon and inside he wanted to be a meek little lamb. James almost gave up right then. The gryphon was three times the sise of him! The very idea of James attempting to dominate this lover was just ridiculous! But... he looked into those desperate eyes and had to try even if it got him clawed to ribbons in the process.
He smiled slyly at the gryphon. “you want me to take you?” he said callously with a sneer. “Fine... stay right there.” he said and turned to his pack that was lying on the rock.
“But what are you....”began the gryphon, only to stop as he saw James hold up a finger.
“You are going to have to tell me what you want sooner or later and stop wasting my time, if you want this so bad then you are going to have to give in to me, do you understand?” Said James as he lay out the nylon rope, he saw that it was the soft white kind used on board boats. Good. He had a hundred feet of it. More than enough. He busied himself by cutting a small length from the end and unraveling it most of the way down its length until he had a long wispy whip and a short handle to grasp it with. He wove the end together so that it couldn't come unraveled any further and then swung it thorough the air a few times, it made an impressive snap in the air, but James knew that it was so light that no matter how hard he swung it the wispy nylon strands could do little but sting slightly. He turned then and approached the gryphon. With a snap of the whip he gave the firm command “Sit up! Claws at your sides!”
This was the moment of truth, it was obvious exactly what was going to happen here, if the gryphon sat up, then he accepted the bargain and became James's submissive, if he didn't want to go through with it then he would break it off here.
James watched as the gryphon stared at him, beak hanging open, eyes wide. The gryphon's beautiful crimson penis made an appearance, sliding out of his sheath giving a reflexitive squirt of clear pre-cum as it rose to fullness. The gryphon was breathing heavily now, almost gasping. He sat up slowly, taking the position of a begging dog, his talons up by his sides, his butt firmly on the ground, his hard erect penis throbbing of its own accord in his heightened state of need.
“What... are you going to do to me?” the Gryphon asked meekly.
James smiled to himself. This was making his feathered friend here so horny it was pathetic! He certainly hoped he could be up to this magnificent lovely beings expectations. I mean, how many times in your life do you get to play Dom to a horny submissive gryphon?
“What ever i want.” said James with a smile. “Paws out straight!” he demanded with a crack of the whip. The gryphon jerked his paws out, trembling in his excitement as James took the remaining length of rope and looped it around his claws. James smacked the gryphon in the side with the make shift rope whip, startling the gryphon more than causing any pain making him jump at the loud smack of it. “Eyes down.”growled James. “You are not to look at me unless i tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes James...” he whimpered.
His claws roped James stepped back and undid his belt. His pants were soaked anyways from jumping in the lake it would be good to get them off of him anyways. With a snap the belt slid out of its rungs in his pants. The gryphon could see what he was doing, but couldn't see his face, he had no idea what James was intending to do from his expression. James knew from first hand experience that this sort of thing was exactly what made this particular game fun, not knowing how far your lover was going to go, what they were going to do to you while you were helplessly in there power. And from the way the gryphon was wiggling his tail and whimpering he was feeling every delicious moment of it, not daring to raise his head, wanting to, to see what was going to happen but keeping his eyes down like a respectful slave should. James stepped forward out of his pants and put his hand on the gryphon's beak. “Good boy.” he said as he stroked his hand down the smooth warm surface of it. He lifted the beak, making him look straight up. “Stay.” he commanded. The gryphon sat still, head straight up, eyes firmly fixed on the sky, again he really didn't know what was happening, he just had to sit there and let it happen. He felt James sliding something around his neck softly, working it under his feathers so they wouldn't be broken or bent, he heard a metallic sound of a clasp... and then James pulling something snuggly against his neck... James had put a collar on him, using his belt he had collared him. James pulled on the collar and when he did the gryphon, exited beyond his wildest dreams beyond his wildest dreams and most secret fantasies groaned and spurted a long jet of cum onto James's legs. He just couldn't help himself. He felt James grip in the collar tighten and suddenly he was pulled down to all fours in a low crouch before his crotch. Without a word James pointed to the cum on his legs with his free hand and lifted an eyebrow at him. The Gryphon understood. He had made a mess and now he should clean it up. He swallowed and then gathering his courage he stuck out his tongue and ran it up James leg, tasting his own semen and James own bare furless skin. He felt James stroking his head... “Good boy, make me all nice and clean.” he said as he ran his fingers lovingly through his magnificent feathery head and neck. The gryphon was lost in the sensations of it, the humiliating heat, the pleasure, the hot smell of James and the taste of his naked salty skin. He couldn't help running his tongue over james's pert hairy sack, up the length of his throbbing maleness to taste the tip and a tiny bead of pre cum that was nestled there like a hidden and precious pearl, the spicy taste of his own seed and the seed of his lover all blended together in an ever rising desire that the gryphon could not withstand one moment longer!
“Master....” he whispered, kneeling to press his head to James's bare feet...

I shall end it there my friends for the moment...
An interesting story so far, perhaps? A twist and a turn and the unexpected around every corner it seems.... Will the gryphon end up and a sex slave? or will James talk him out of it? Will he ever get around to boinking that sexy bird? Only time will tell.

Until next time my horny people, Keep the faith and give the dog a bone will you?

another installment of pure genius.... a big 10 (if i could)

And a bone you have tossed us to chew on until you have another great installment to add to this now delictable entry that now makes two. Thank you for a wonderfully written addition.
Until next we meet, Thank you.

Another 10 your way I toss. :beer: :beer: :beer: :dance: :dance:

:blush: You have left me in much the same state as the Gryphon. I don't know if I can hold out. Master :please: do not torture me! Your hold has elicited a 10!

hey oldsaltblock stop one upping my replies:P :lol: um lemmie see the eloquent writing leaves my tastbuds salivating for more, whilst must I wait for thine golden literature, it is but a small price we all must pay in these times of opportunity, surely a poet and an author needs time to create such inexplainable joy through the form of words. .......... beat that oldsaltblock :P :P :lol:

OH MY GOD!!! An AWESOME story!!!! Absolutely fantastic!!

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PLEASE, PLEASE continue!!! It is cruel and unusual punishment to make us wait too long.......

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