My main gryphon is called Harvest, and though he looks cute and loving here in this wide open beak those that know him ..are probally just gurgled by

You can meet him proper in my Lodge text game..... .

Your in a gryphon's beak, the tightly closed beak only shows a glimmer of light through the creases, but that's enough to see the flesh of the maw proper beyond the beaks golden keratin sheen. Your draped across the slithering fat tongue, tasting you again for your now semi digested flavor. The beak's climate is vastly cooler than the stomach..but the reprieve is likely short lived. the tongue presses against your belly and crotch and tugs you back, slowly swallowing you despite your attempts not to go back down into the birdy boiler you just came from