"Yes, all of you should get familiar with my asshole, because you're going to be squeezing out of it later tonight. You may lick, sniff, finger, or kiss it all you like; it won't stop me from devouring you, but maybe I'll save you for last if you please me enough. Now, there ARE quite a few of you, I admit - but don't worry. There's more than enough of me."
Artorias is a gryphon with the hindquarters of a lion and the forequarters of a hawk. Cunning, calculating, and often cruel, his diet includes humans, furs, and anything else that he can get his beak around. Match this with an extremely active sex drive, and you have a recipe for trouble.. or for a fun time, depending on your point of view. Royal blood flows in his veins; perhaps this is what gives him a drive to dominate 'lesser' beings, or perhaps it's simply an innate capacity for sadism. Whatever the case may be, should you ever come face to face with this gryphon, prove your worth quickly - Artorias classifies people under three categories; "Should not eat," "Cannot eat," and "Haven't yet eaten."
An ordinary human or fur stands very little chance of resisting him, as he stands over two heads taller than they do at the flank alone. His stomach is capable of fitting in at least seven human-sized meals at once without the slightest hint of discomfort, and he still hasn't found his limit yet. What he wants, he takes, and what he cannot acquire through strength he will seek through guile. Unless you wield considerable strength or wit of your own, you are nothing more than prey before this gryphon, and should he set his sights on you, your fate is already sealed. The only question is how you will spend your last moments - begging for mercy, standing defiant to the last, or kneeling between his hind legs moaning and slurping as your feet vanish into his gullet?
It is worth noting that, dangerous and hungry though he is, Artorias has a few weaknesses. Granted, these run far more along the lines of talking him into doing what you want or evading his attention than they do of actually overpowering him. He is an apex predator, and he's every bit as vain as a powerful, domineering gryphon should be; appealing to his ego might amuse him enough that he'll overlook your presence, unless you push it. This is, however, a hazardously fine line to walk; should he find the flattery too obvious, a stinging rebuff and a swift consumption are likely.
So, what of those who find themselves prey to this gryphon? Their journey is not an uneventful one. Following whatever sequence of events leads to them squeezing down his throat to begin with, the prey is pushed along by vicelike esophageal muscles, their struggles made futile by a liberal coating of thick, viscous saliva and mucus that lines the entirety of Artorias's digestive tract from start to just before the finish. This coating has two purposes - first, to keep prey lubricated and prevent them from fidning a grip, and second, to prevent the gryphon's highly potent digestive juices from harming him. Their journey down his esophagus is interrupted by entry into Artorias's crop. This is essentially a small storage stomach in the gryphon's chest; it cannot digest or harm prey, and is only used to hold a meal when he isn't quite hungry enough to allow them to proceed to the waiting embrace of his stomach. However, it rarely sees use unless Artorias wishes to be particularly taunting to a victim.
The rest of the trip down the length of the gryphon's esophagus is uneventful, until finally, your feet, legs, and the rest of your body all squeeze in sequence through the tight ring of muscles seperating his gut from his throat. Once a meal has been deposited into his belly, Artorias's muscles immediately seal shut behind them, far beyond the ability of any meal to open. Unless Artorias decides to spit you up, the only way you're leaving this belly is the way food usually does - slathered in stinging, potent acids and enzymes, crushed into chyme, filtered through the gryphon's winding, coiled intestines, and finally squeezed out from beneath that leonine tail into a stinking heap of Artorishit.
On 3/12/2016, Artorias was fortunate enough to encounter a lost, confused Rylar, far from home. Capturing the mouse, the gryphon intended to devour him, but decided to offer him a sporting chance at survival; survive until the moon is finished rising, and he goes free. Despite his best efforts, though, Rylar was recaptured ater a tense game of cat-and-mouse, carried back to Artorias's aerie, devoured, and digested. His tale is over, and nothing remains of the mouse save for any contributions his nutrients may have made to Artorias's body.
On 4/18/2016, Artorias ran into a kinky chipmunk named TammiTheSnack. Tammi was able to distract Artorias from his hunger, but only for so long, and after being filled with cream several times and giving his tailhole and balls a thorough spitshining, the gryphon devoured her without hesitation. Her reward for doing such a fine job of pleasuring him was to supply nutrients for an extra bit of girth to the gryphon's already-impressive dick.