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Meeting Her Acquaintance 03

"So are you ready for me?" Ceylon asked, gently nuzzling her beak up under Vanessa's tail. She winked her mare-like vulva against Bern's cock, grinding hip to hip while her own tail curled up and around the dragon's waist. The intention was to keep him there, with his knot parting her lips with aid of pressure and his vigor.

Vanessa churred and cooed back at Ceylon, glancing over her shoulder while gently swaying her backside against Ceylon's passionate nuzzle. However, before answering she stepped away to pull her nether lips from Ceylon's beak with a wet slapping of flesh on flesh, her gaping lavender walls closing up in absence of any parting flesh or form. She lowered her tail and turned around to look Ceylon in the eye, closely nuzzling together cheek to cheek. "No, my dear. I am not ready yet and I am sure I'd rather wait until you are fully satisfied before you take a trip to your womb." Her light purring emanated from deep in her chest to caress Ceylon in all the right ways.

But instead of accepting the rational guide from the other unbirth Expert, Ceylon found herself whining a bit due to her desire. "But...but it's cold in this region and I spent all night out on a cold branch, eager to see you two!" She shook off her feathers, as though she was shivering, before leaning back in to Vanessa, rubbing past her beak, hoping to slip up under that tail of hers again. When Vanessa stepped away and lowered her tail, Ceylon got disappointed by clicking and licking her beak.

"Come now, Ceylon, you know better than anyone else that you can't just dive right in. Eager as I may be, you can't just shove whole gryphon lasses in each other. Takes some warming up, some gradual expansion, and some compassion first. Now please, let us please you first." Vanessa slithered her way forward with her belly low to the ground as though she were stalking prey, sliding past Ceylon's flank to meet where Bern's cock was throbbing inside her. She leaned in close to give her mate dragon a gentle lick between the legs before pulling out from under them both to gently flick her tail at Ceylon's beak with a playful lashing.

In response, Ceylon leapt to the side to bite down on the other gryphon's tail, only to have Bern's cock keep her from moving too far to the side, and as a result she missed entirely. Still, she couldn't help but relish the sensation of that ridged, thick dragon cock in it. She angled her spine down to press chest to the floor while pushing back, grinding as hard as she could until she felt the bulbous knot lobes gently prying at her opening, coaxing her vulva apart. While she focused on that, she responded to Vanessa's comment about warming up.

"P-perhaps for most, sure, but for me I can use a bit of magic and my own natural talents to go from virginal bitch to mare in estrus in a matter of seconds." She grunted and pushed back, glancing back up at Bern to invite him to mate harder with her. "So really, I personally don't have that need or desire to go slow. When I want something inside me, I get it!" With her final declaration, she slammed her hips back with enough force to squeeze Bern's cock into her, the bulbous lobes shifting and lurching into her with a pop as she let out a pleasured caw. Her depths were plenty warmed up and eager to be stuffed, she didn't need to work up to it.

Impressed, Vanessa chirped and ducked down behind Bern and under his tail, burying snout up under his ventral scales to eagerly lap at Ceylon's plump ebony lips. After dragging tongue up the side a few times, she gave Bern's inner thigh a light tap, chirping all the while.

In a sudden movement, Bern pressed his claw down to Ceylon's back, holding her in place as he pulled off and away, his knot popping out of her with a burst of fluids that spattered all over Vanessa, the rug, the floor, and everything in between. He hadn't cum, but his natural lubricants had mixed with Ceylon's quite well, resulting in the puddle between them and the little mini-creek of lubrication pooling in her gaping folds, trickling out over her engorged clitoris like a little waterfall.

"H-hey, why'd you pull out?" Ceylon protested, fluttering wings but otherwise not moving. With rump up, she could feel the cool air tickling her open sex, the warmth of Bern having left her. She released her tail from his waist before his pulling away started to drag her, and she glanced back at Vanessa to see that the other gryphon was smiling sweetly with beak agape. That's when Ceylon came to realize what was happening; it wasn't Vanessa's sex that needed to be warmed. "O-oh...well then I guess go on, my dear! You are the expert."

Vanessa nodded slowly, still gape-grinning as her chest slowly heaved in and out against every breath. She was excited, eager to have a go with Ceylon, and her body language showed it. Hungry for more, she hopped up onto Ceylon's haunches, squeezing rump cheeks with her talons and using her thumb claws to keep the tail pushed to the side in order to make room for her eager beak. Her tongue pressed up to Ceylon's folds, lapping either side one at a time as her thumbs squeezed and pried the gryph's backside open.

She chirped and played with Ceylon's equine-like bits, rubbing with her thumb to squeeze both lips together, then pull them apart. She would gape open release in such a way it made the walls collapse in a guttural smacking sound, only to then inhale the scent that was expelled so deep she could taste it, then she would taste Ceylon's flesh by burying beak and tongue back into the cherry pink walls once again. As she pecked and lapped and sucked, she chirped and churred in pleasure, growing in vigor and enthusiasm as time went by.

All the while, Bern had casually and patiently stepped to the side to watch, idly fondling himself to keep his member firm and dripping with the gooey mess that his body secreted in anticipation of once again returning to the glorious lips of one of the gryphons, he didn't care which one. He wanted to speak, to urge them on, but watching was fun too and he didn't mind letting the ladies have their fun.

And have their fun they did. Ceylon's chest hummed and fluttered in a whimpering stammer of pleasure amidst a steady drone of her purring. She felt her eyes roll back in her head and the uncontrollable twitch of her hind end resulting in a flicking of her tail and a winking of that luscious clit of hers. Every time Vanessa's tongue slid over her most sensitive parts, she arched her back and pushed into her, eager to feel more even if her sharp claws prodded at her depths.

Ceylon could handle a bit of sharpness if she needed to.

Just as she thought that, she felt Vanessa lean into her, using her talon to part her lips and burying herself in Ceylon's pussy past the wrist and right up to her elbow. Inside, he flexed her forearm and spun from side to side, using her finger tips to knead and massage the flesh within as a way to test the soft canal within. She kept pushing in deeper and deeper, quickly reaching the cervix, which she easily penetrated, balling up her fist within Ceylon's womb. "Well, I can tell you certainly are quite the roomy one." She commented with a smile, chirping happily while also becking gently at Ceylon's rump.

"Yes....yessssss I ammmmmm!" Ceylon confirmed, her entire lower body shuddering in delight. Against her will to keep under control, she started instinctively grinding and pushing back ina series of light back-thrusts, using Vanessa's entire arm like a dildo or cock of some sort. She grunted as she winked her clitoris, the squeezing of forearm forcing air out of her depths in a juicy squelch as Vanessa's balled up fist pumped in and out of her.

There was a clear sense of camaraderie between them, an understanding and desire they both shared, so Vanessa started getting gradually more rough by thrusting herself in and out opposite Ceylon's grinding and rocking, amplifying the depth and length of each thrust. Soon, the two were rhythmically moving against one another with Vanessa's balled up fist sliding from just inside Ceylon's meaty lips to puncturing her cervix and into her womb, only to pull out with a gentle tug before sliding all the way to the vulva again.

Vanessa was purring deeply, gape grinning while patting and caressing Ceylon's rump end right up until a swelling gush of warm fluid erupted from Ceylon's depths, splashing down Vanessa's chest to join the rest of the mess that had spewed out when Bern yanked his cock out ofher.

"'I'll clean that up." The dragon said, inching forward bit by bit with head down low and cock still throbbing in the early morning light that trickled in through the front windows. He started licking up at the puddle as Vanessa slowed her fist-thrusting, eagerly opening his maw to catch each little bit of mess that spurted out from under Ceylon's tail. After gulping down another bit, he smiled and rumbled happily, slowly raising his head to lap at the plump lips in between Vanessa's gentle movements, occasionally flicking at the winking clit.

Ceylon moaned, shuddering gently as her body rocked in pleasure. Her tongue lolled out over the corner of her beak as she gently bridged her spine, grinding down against Vanessa right until the other gryphoness slowly pulled her front leg out in one slow tug. When the last of talon and fingers escaped her by leaving her spread open enough to feel the cool air of the den tickling her walls right to her cervix, she glanced back and whimpered a bit. "Why are you stopping?"

But just as she asked, Vanessa slid her front hand back in, balling fingers into a fist and gently massaging at the depths of Ceylon's sex. While gently doing so, she shuffled her weight to her back legs and sat up straight, forcing her second fist deep into the gryph-mare's meaty lips with fingers pressed tight against her forearm. She leaned in with all her weight, letting Ceylon clench her walls to keep her from sliding in all the way, alternating thrusts from one fist to another. She purred and chirped lightly, pecking and preening Ceylon's rump fur as she kneaded the tender pussy flesh back and forth.

A long, subdued whimper of delight escaped Ceylon's beak in waves, her eyes rolling back in her head as the fur on her back stood on end. The warmth and passion of Vanessa's generous motions made her toes curl and her cunt spasm out of control, the juices flowing with ease and leaving her to burst in a glorious mess all over Vanessa's front. Her walls contracted in such a way that forced Vanessa's fists out of her, and despite the other gryphoness trying her best to resist the clenching muscles, Ceylon's depths proved too well toned to resist, leaving her to be forced out in one messy squelch.

She was left her on her back, blinking confused yet still with a smile. "W-wow, you really do have quite the talent, my dear!" She wagged her tail a bit, getting it wet in the mess at Ceylon's feet.

But Ceylon wasn't yet done. She shuffled back and kept her tail high, exposing the glistening folds of her vulva as she winked, the mottled pink and black inner flesh of her clit quivering and guiding tiny rivulets of arousal fluids over it to splash on the floor. "Wh-why did you stop?" She asked, despite the reason being obvious; still, she giggled a bit to make it known, that she wasn't actually demanding an answer.

Vanessa licked her talon clean and hopped forward, whole-flank nuzzling Ceylon's side as she stepped. "Well this isn't what you're here for, is it? You're here for the warmth of another gryphon; now that I know your own capabilities, we can carry on. But first, I think you need to get something to drink. I certainly feel you might be low on fluids after that mess."

The tone in the room shifted a bit as Ceylon came to realize that, yes, she was a little dehydrated. After spraying her fluids all over the place, she'd soaked her inner thighs and left her head throbbing a bit thanks to not having enough in her body. She shuffled from hind paw to hind paw, slowly bringing both legs together as her tail lowered and covered her sex, keeping her as discrete as she could be with darkened moisture patches making their way out from her vulva. "Well, I suppose you're right. But...no tea please. Just water will do."

Bern rumbled as he smiled, nodding gently as he led the two ladies to the kitchen. "You'll be pleasantly surprised to hear that we found a well worth pumping not long ago. Go to the basement, and there's a...you know what, I'll take you there, okay?"

"Good for you, Bern. Gentle-drake behaviour is to be rewarded." Vanessa bowed to her mate before turning to Ceylon. "And I will come join you both, for I am also quite thirsty. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, thank you!" Ceylon approved, guiding all three of them from the foyer to the kitchen, and past that to the semicircle walkway that brought them down to the sub-level room, where a well and a pump were both seen between brightly glowing ademane candles - tiny crystals that burn with an intensity and last years before weakening.

All the while, Bern remained erect as his member bobbed and swayed between his hind legs. If it were anyone else Ceylon would have found it tacky and a little off-putting, but between the two gryphons both being soaked with arousal and it being his own home, it was perfectly acceptable and quite encouraging to see he was perpetually excited at the prospect of having a go at them both.

Truth be confessed, Ceylon was eager to once again have him in her now that her depths had been stretched and expanded against Vanessa's two fists. Though tying was a rare pleasure for her, there wasn't anything quite like having an aggressive drake pumping the girth of a knot in and out of her with the vigor only a dragon could provide. That swelling thickness sliding and popping in and out repeatedly was a pleasure unlike any other, and remained one of the most intense orgasms she could have. Only the pressure of a partner fully entombed in her womb rivaled it.

At the well, Bern lowered the bucket until they heard a splash, and Vanessa started cranking the pump handle a few times with her beak under the spout, casually lapping at the resulting water that came up, bits at a time. The pump-well was not nearly as efficient as the bucket-well, so Ceylon patiently waited until Bern had retrieved one full bucket of water. When he presented it, he smiled and held out the bucket right under Ceylon's beak.

She happily chirped and started lapping at the water, sucking it back and gulping it down quickly. Within less than a minute she'd drank almost every bit of it and left only a few centimeters of water at the bottom, which she resisted capturing in her front claws and using it to clean her nethers. Usually she liked to wipe herself off, keep herself well presentable, but in this case she liked the humid scent that emanated from under her tail and she was still eager to enjoy another session with the two hosts.

Once the drinks were over, Vanessa led the way back to the main floor again, only this time they didn't return to the foyer. Instead, she took a left turn and went down the wide, arched halls towards their personal den room. Like Ceylon's own in the high mountains of Klyneth, it was wide open with a tall, curved ceiling and wide walls far away from the nest or bed in the middle. Perfect for making a mess with wings and tails; Dragons and gryphons both needed a lot of room to move when in pleasure.

From the looks of the room, based on the placement of the furniture and well-kept nature of the golden rug, it must have been used for their vore-seeking clients of all types. It all felt homely yet professional. Sensual but business-oriented. Ceylon wasn't sure if she liked that or not. Just as she was about to make a comment about it, Vanessa bounded in front of Bern and Ceylon both to hop up on the bed, kneading it with tail up and claws tugging at the blanket.

"Well, I hope you're properly refreshed, my dear." Vanessa quipped. "For I fear you may not be in the presence of a drink for at least a few hours." Her rump raised high and her hind legs spread, giving perfect view of her lavender lips as they drooled a thin stream of lubricating fluid down her inner thighs. She slid one of her now-clean front talons up under her belly and past her clit to spread her vulva, revealing the shiny flesh within.

Ceylon had to gulp heavily to suppress a pained whimper as her own nethers flared up, blood pooling under her tail yet again. "So, right into it, I suppose?" She squeaked, wings flattened to her back and body crouched down to the ground. It was like she was acting bashful and shy, but she couldn't keep her tail from peeling up away from her inner thighs, revealing her gooey mess of a pussy to Bern.

"Not quite right into it, no, but I can say that you deserve to be held tight, warm, and cozy. I don't want to leave you cold when I could be pleasuring you as deeply as your own mate." Vanessa cooed at Ceylon, slowly rolling to her side with one leg up, smile on her gape-grinning beak. "So please don't be shy. Treat me as you would your lover. I want to know what it feels like to be special to you." Her glistening folds were leaking arousal, moistening the fur on her inner thighs, just like Ceylon had prior.

Though normally Ceylon was more into males when she herself was female, such an alluring gryphoness with such similar interests was impossible to resist. With the invitation fresh and her fantasies at the forefront of her mind, she crawled forward like a cat in heat, belly dragging along the ground and tail up to invite whichever suitor to her sex. She hopped up onto the bed and started licking at Vanessa's folds, using her beak to pry the lips apart so she could get a proper taste of the flesh within.

Unlike Ceylon, Vanessa didn't wink or squirt in quite the same way. While Ceylon had spent many years amalgamating those which she loved into her own anatomy - most notably the equine-like lips and clitoris - Vanessa was a more traditional gryphon with feline nethers and avian upper body. For that reason, her depths were notably a bit tighter than Ceylon's upon initial caress but loosened up with ease following each nuzzle and lick.

"Y-yess!" Vanessa cooed at Ceylon, toes curling and tail flicking in such a way that it tickled Ceylon's belly fur. She wasn't being as dominant as she was prior; when she was still testing Ceylon out she had been commanding, in control, and calm, but now that she seemed like she was ready to fulfill the fantasies of her mate's friend, she was giving into her more carnal instincts and urges. He body moved with passion, her vocalizations sweeter and less restrained. Unlike before, this time she reached down to grab the back of Ceylon's head between her ears to help urge her a little deeper.

As Ceylon continued to lick against the eager flesh of Vanessa, she reveled in the added pressure of the claw gripping her head feathers, and she was eager to lean in deeper, desperate for that flesh to consume her. The powerful scent of sex was blasting out from Vanessa's plump folds right into Ceylon's nostrils, the sweet taste thick on her tongue and walls quivering to give out against the pressure of Cey's tapered beak shape.

Slowly, Vanessa rolled to be fully on her back with legs spread and wings bracing her and propping her up from behind so she could look down at Ceylon. Her tail was pulled to the side and raised as the tip flicked with excitement, Vanessa's look morphing almost to one of sexual predation. That could have been misconstrued as sinister by most others, but Ceylon knew it was a combination of arousal and hunger, as her birth canal was eager to be filled and satisfied as much as the rest of her. Sexual predator, she was, at least to a willing prey item in Ceylon.

"Are you ready for me?" Ceylon asked, pulling away for a moment as bridges of fluid drooped from beak to vulva. "Because I'm eager to be yours." She leaned in close and propped her front talons on Vanessa's spread inner thighs, eagerly licking and lapping at her folds as she did so.

The response was gentle and alluring, as Vanessa slowly nodded and blinked in the most seductive motion she could have done to invite one inside. "I am eager for you, my dear. Don't be hesitant, for I can assure you that I am as capable as you. My body truly is ready, my womb is warm and cozy and hungry for you." As she finished, she took in a long deep breath and relaxed her pelvic muscles against Ceylon, her vulva parting and spreading with ease as her birth canal widened and gaped open.

Ceylon could actually feel the shift in muscle contractions against her palm, which only made her own sexual desire even more intense. The twitching she saw and felt in close up right next to her face made a shudder run down her spine, resulting in her own clit winking another gentle spurt of her fluids onto the carpet behind her. The gooey puddle was absorbed into the fabric moments later, but still emanated a thick, pheromone rich aroma into the room between them. Her scent mixed with Vanessa's sweetness and Bern's musk, the resulting cocktail urging all three participants into a certain passion that was hard to resist.

Instantly, Ceylon dove beak first back into Vanessa's folds, the crest of her snout parting her lips while her lower jaw gaped the gryphoness like a speculum as her tongue lapped and caressed the inner folds. She was hungry for the slimy secretions that came to her, but stopped when she remembered how key they were to allowing the birth canal to stretch and slide over her form, so she stopped. Instead, she leaned in hard, eyes closed as she nuzzled from side to side.

Slowly, she felt the plump lips slide past her beak and up to her cheeks, each gentle muscular contraction massaging and caressing her in a subtle squeeze. Her nostrils and cere remained just outside the hungry depths, so she took in one deep and heavy sample of the scent before digging her claws into the bed and rug and forcing herself forth. To her delight, the walls parted with ease and stretched taut around her, sliding down her face right to her ears and over her eyes, mostly swallowing her skull.

Inside, she tried to open her beak to get another taste of the fluids, only to have the walls clench around her and keep her maw shut as a wave of fluids smothered her and crept into her gullet by sheer pressure. Though the walls were taut and cozy, Ceylon was relishing how soft they were. The cavernous depths were plump and tender, even inside, a physical sensation that could really smother Ceylon in just the way she wanted.

Though she was used to Leera's serpentine flesh being a contrast of firm outsides hiding immensely stretchy insides - as well as a clearly cold-blooded snake body - the warmth and coziness of Vanessa was every bit as pleasant as her mate. In some ways, such as the warmth of the flesh and mammalian birth canal tenderness, a fellow gryphoness was even more pleasant than Leera.

Of course she'd never even consider sharing that truth with her mate. Vanessa was an ally, a friend, and a compassionate burd that was attempting to imitate the love of Ceylon's mate, not looking to replace her. Plus Ceylon knew how possessive and Territorial Leera could be if properly instigated. That was not a wrath she wished to incite, especially since Leera's territorial side came with a 'mine' mentality and at least some light constriction as she held Ceylon tight.

Still, for now Ceylon was able and eager to enjoy the compassion of Bern and Vanessa, so she leaned in with more pressure and gently rocked her head from side to side to smear the lubricating fluids down her neck and shoulders. She was eager, as she could feel the tighter opening squeezing tight against the back end of her skull while flattening her ears to her neck, she knew that with one more lurch forth, the hungry pussy lips would slide down to her shoulders in one powerful lurch, thus swallowing her head with ease.

However, before she was able to push herself in at her own pace, she felt a prodding claw at her own pussy, parting the lips and smearing her lubrication up and down her slit. Just as she realized it was Bern fondling her, she felt him slide his entire fist into her with one powerful lurch, his forearm sliding deep into her depths with hand bursting into her womb.

Inside, she gaped open her maw in a silent cry of pleasure, As Vanessa's fluids were gumming up her gullet and soaking her from cere to shoulder. Still, she writhed in pleasure against the pressure of Bern's powerful arm, her cunt walls contracting and quivering against his strength while also relaxing and winking against his forearm to urge him deeper.

To her delight, Bern leaned into her with all his weight, his elbow pressing down heavy onto her engorged and sensitive G-spot and his fist bursting into her womb and nearly punching the back wall of it. His pressure slid Ceylon forward with ease, forcing her shoulders against Vanessa's lips and her beak to pry and prod against Vanessa's cervix. The firm entrance to the gryphoness' womb squeezed Ceylon's beak shut, but parted wide when more force from Bern had her entire upper body popping in between succulent vulva and through her cavernous walls.

Ceylon tried to moan, pleasure overriding her body as the vaginal canal swallowed her bits at a time. At first she was a little worried that her shoulders - both for front legs and wings - would get caught on the malleable vulva under Vanessa's tail, but Bern's deep fisting popped those shoulders in easy and Vanessa was helping wings to slide into her with ease.

The gryphoness leaned down to press both front talons against Ceylon's back, angling wing-elbows as tight as they'd go against Ceylon's spine, ensuring maximum vaginal dynamics. Then, just as Ceylon's wing tips popped into her, Vanessa leaned back and relaxed her muscles as much as she could, allowing Bern to use his fist to stuff Ceylon in deeper.

It was all too much for Ceylon, at least at first. Not only did she have tender, hungry birth canal walls swallowing her face, but the bulging girth of Bern's fist in her own pussy was almost as good as being aggressively knot-fucked. Every passionate punch into her depths felt like being mated by an eager stallion with the equipment of a canine. The bulging fist was like a knot sliding in and out of her quivering, weakening walls only to punch at her womb and stuff her deeper into his mate.

Both Bern and Ceylon were lucky to have met one another's acquaintance in the past. Bern knew Ceylon loved it rough and Ceylon knew that Bern would go as far as he would without hurting her; both had an aggressive passion that was very far into the realm of dangerous, but both had mastered their bodies in their own way. Bern, an eternally hungry predator with powerful sexual urges, had made a habit of knowing exactly what he could and couldn't do to a friend or client, while Ceylon had just enough magic and ability in her that virtually nothing could hurt her. Bern knew her lack of limits, so he liked being able to test his own against her, though he often found himself holding back due to his powerful desire to not do harm to anyone.

He couldn't harm her, but that didn't negate his compassion that made him worry that he could.

Still, last time they met Ceylon had told him under no uncertain terms that he was to go as hard, as strong, and as powerful as he possibly could to her. She wanted to feel the force of literally everything he had to offer, and now that she was quarter-swallowed by his mate's hungry womb, she was prone with tail up and her own vulva winking and inviting as much of him into her as he could offer.

Again, he leaned into her with a deep punch that stretched her birth canal to be as long as almost his entire arm, making her writhing body slide deeper into Vanessa.

Ceylon winced and twisted her neck a bit as the cervix slid over her beak and squeezed around her neck. She could taste and feel the difference in the flesh around her going from the soft yet tender sweetness of vaginal walls to the slightly more bitter and loose walls of the uterus that she was slowly emerging into. She wriggled from side to side, her front talons folded up over her chest as she tried her best to keep her body as thin as possible.

She was a plump gryphon, not fat, but still pretty big overall. Still, she found that the utter pleasure of having Vanessa's lips sucking on her, pulling her in a bit at a time alongside Bern's powerful fist-thrusting was making her feel like she was melting. Her body twisted and bent to fit every contour and abrupt change in direction of Vanessa's birth canal - mostly just one notable bend in direction from pussy to womb - as she felt the curve of her beak rub against the back wall of gryphon uterus. She curled her neck in to gently assume the fetal position, the motion slowly pulling the rest of her through the soft walls.

Bern kept his hand balled up inside her, following as he could even as Ceylon's form disappeared into Vanessa. Finally, the gryphon's hips lurched forward through the bottleneck opening of Vanessa's sex, only to have the lips clench Ceylon's thighs together around Bern's forearm. Still, he didn't pull himself out. He could feel Ceylon's winks against his wrist even as his mate's pussy squeezed around his forearm and the other gryphon's legs. The pressure was pleasant to him, but he knew he could make Ceylon squirm some more so he clenched his fist and rotated his arm inside both gryphonesses.

The pleasure for all three was quite immense. Bern's other hand was idly fondling at his own member while his fist was inserted deep into his mate's pussy, only to be fist-knotted inside Ceylon, like nesting fisting. Vanessa was doing her best to relax and let Ceylon explore her depths without forcing her out or catching her in a contraction prior to Ceylon emerging fully into her womb, yet it was incredibly difficult to not let the orgasmic pleasure take over.

Meanwhile, all Ceylon could concentrate on was the overwhelming physical sensations of Vanessa's quivering walls squeezing her tight. She could feel intermittent bits of squeezing around her, each twitch a subtle massage, only to have them relax and stretch out against her form. She knew that Vanessa was trying very hard to not squeeze her out, since her contractions were reserved and held back.

As such, Ceylon knew that the only way to keep her new caretaker from reversing the pleasure both had built up was to hurry and curl up in her womb. Only her foot and tail were still out in the relatively cool air of the den, so she pulled them in next to her lower body that still rest in Vanessa's birth canal, kneading upwards at the tender G-spot while Bern's fist was still in through his mate's pussy and plunged right deep into Ceylon.

With one pleasured heave, Ceylon forced herself to glide with ease through the tight cervix, which she felt slide down her form and eventually clench around her ankles. The motion tugged her from Bern's fist with a glorious, juicy pop as her own fluids spattered out and mixed with Vanessa's one last time as Ceylon curled up in a ball within her womb.

Only her tail was still twitching and flicking idly in Vanessa's birth canal, a last attempt to pleasure her keeper before curling up in the fetal position, as though she were an egg in the clutch alongside another. Her form shifted inside, flipping and rolling into such a way she could feel the closing cervix pressed tight against the crest of her beak, ready to give rebirth to her whenever Ceylon was ready to reemerge into the world.

But now was not that time. As she settled into position with the soft walls smothering her and the light fluids filling up as they were secreted by that same flesh, she felt herself drifting off into a place of pseudo-sleep, where she remained conscious but the feelings and sounds around her seemed amplified to the point of exaggeration.

Mostly, she found herself drifting off into semi-consciousness to the sound of gentle gurgling of the walls around her and the steady beat of a nearby heart. At least for a few hours, she was home, warm, and relaxed.

Not even the prodding jabs of a thick cock entering Vanessa's birth canal after her could draw her away from the lucid, dreamlike state she'd settled into.