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A gryphon always believed his eyes. Otherwise, what else could he possibly trust?. When one was in possession of senses as keen as his, Xavier had learned over the years never to doubt his first impressions. His eyes never played tricks on him. Yet even he had to momentarily doubt his luck could truly be as good as it appeared, when he spotted that perfectly fitting figure intrusively pushing their way through one of the forests he called home. His leisurely evening just got a whole lot more interesting.

He descended a little closer to the ground, just to be certain of a few details. A gryphon, much like himself. Sleek, black, and well-toned. Female - or no, not quite. Even from his position in the sky, several miles above her, he could see the jiggle that hinted at her particular makeup of parts beneath the tail. Xavier found himself thinking back over his many, many escapades with fertile gryphon lovers, considering if she might be related to him. But her scent didn't seem familiar. At least from that distance.

Closer and closer he went, trailing and swooping, narrowing his gaze upon those swaying flanks. She looked so soft and sultry, if a little lost. But that just made her a better find. He licked along the edge of his beak, spreading his wings wide, and tilted himself downwards, pointing his beak directly towards his target. Thus began his blistering divebomb, cutting through the air and descending faster than he could fall, the treetops rushing up towards him until the very last second.

Pulling up, he swept a gust of air through the branches all around. She surely noticed that, spinning around to look up at him with wide eyes. As perceptive as she might have been, she couldn't have known he was coming. Not when he moved that fast. He hovered there above her for a moment, then folded his wings as he dropped to the ground. The fallen leaves swished around as he made impact with the soil, and his gaze remained locked upon her as she looked to him with a tentative expression.

He swished his tail, and he saw her eyes following it. Then she was swishing back. They approached each other wordlessly, touching beaks at first and then circling each other as they slowly chased each other's haunches. A nudge, a sniff, and each of them were taking in the first impression of each other's scents. Particularly from the balls, that warm, pheromone-rich scent wafting from each of their sacks, spicing up their surroundings through sheer presence. They were only taking a sample at first, but among gryphons like them it was a better hello than actually speaking.

When it came to words, she was the first to raise her voice.

"Potent," she simply said, basking with her beak beneath his tail.

"Likewise," he told her back.

"I hope I am not some sort of intruder on your territory. I would hate for us to have to fight out it. Especially given your size."

He gave a soft chuckle. "Perhaps. But no fighting will be necessary. You are more than welcome."

By then, they had gone in a circle several times, just following each other on the spot, tails lifted, pleasing musk wafting in each other's faces. Hers was warm, but his was warmer, stronger, more intoxicating. That was simply a fact. It was like a cloud of lust-drenched air overtaking her, burrowing into her mind to overwrite other thoughts And she didn't seem to argue. Instead she just shot him a sultry look over her shoulder, smirking between sniffs.

"How welcome, exactly?"

He returned her expression. Then he stopped suddenly. Halting like that resulted in her getting more of a faceful of his nuts. She didn't pull back. He laid them right atop her beak, and simply started grinding, up and down over her nostrils, letting them completely overtake her vision. She naturally dipped her front legs, letting him get his haunches right atop her. His sheath grew plump, dropping down in front of her beak. And she instantly knew what to do. There was no question of who was in control once she'd taken a mind-wiping lungful of his thick breeder scent. He was bigger, older, more experienced, more virile. And so she started to lick.

She was good with her tongue, dragging along his fat sheath as it started to draw back and exposed that thick violet cock. He moved back, all but sitting atop her head so he could rub his emerging cock in her face, marking her down with a scent that was sure to stick to her plumage. She was already owned, already claimed. There was no need to battle or assert himself. A few good sniffs was all they needed to establish who was in charge. And the longer she breathed of him, the longer he rubbed on her and filled her senses with his rich musk, the lower she got. Bowing, kneeling, and finally just sprawling out for him, turning over onto her back so he could have his way with her face as much as he liked.

"Good hen," he told her. Not even to humiliate her. More a compliment. She was doing exactly what she was supposed to be doing.

Hardly a few minutes of meeting each other, ands he was already stretched out and showing her underside to him. They both trusted each other. They knew how gryphons worked, and exactly what they were supposed to be doing. And that was all before they had learned each other's name. Xavier wasn't going to bother. Hen worked just fine for her. And as for him, he was going to be keeping her too busy to say much.

He thought of it as something of his signature move. Maybe it was just how perfectly suited his great big silky black balls were to it. Once he had her face beneath him, he went right to down, rising and falling, bouncing those fat nuts upon her face and her beak, dipping them right into her mouth and letting her suck and slurp upon his sack. He was getting warmer, muskier, his cock pushing out until it was locked in place, knot gradually swelling atop that rolled up sheath. The beat of his balls upon her tongue became percussive, like a drum as he raised and lowered those muscular panther haunches, tapping his balls upon her palette with a repeated plap plap plap.

Sweat started flowing before long. The air around the two of them grew more humid as they heated each other up with all the activity. The initial musk only got amplified by the heat. Hotter, wetter. Perspiration was thickly pouring down those nuts, making them all sleek and shiny, rolling into her mouth as she slurped upon him. He plunged down deeper, dipping that fat sack right into her beak, letting her envelop as much of his nuts as she could in a single suck. That let her drink the sweat right from his fur, swallowing it right down, getting the flavour imbued into her senses, wiping away some more of her thoughts as she got outright drunk on the sweetly masculine gryphon flavour. Like she were looking at the world through a filter, not quite there, increasingly dazed and taken with his heated presence.

His own cock was dripping pre as thick as syrup, pouring down upon the grass. The whole forest always smelled of his lusty mark, but it could always be refreshed. She was plenty turned on as well. Her shaft might not have quite been as big as his, but it pushed out thick and juicy, dripping on her belly until she'd made a pool of pre in her fur and feathers. Her cunt was puffed up and swollen, pouring juices all the way down and around the base of her tail. Her needy scent almost competed with his own. Almost.

She was getting so horny just from his flavour alone, she couldn't even hold still. A few trills and chirps escaped her beak as she slowly squirmed there on the grass, looking as silly as an overturned turtle. He finally withdrew, but he didn't let her up. When she moved to rise, he just planted a front foot directly on her chest, giving her a shove and holding her there a moment. Just to remind her that he was the bigger bird. Then he was overtaking her in his warmth, spreading his wings out so he could curl them down and wrap her up in a feathery embrace. He rubbed his cock against her own, then right up between her balls, smearing them with his messy pre, and then dipped downwards.

The hen was huffing, shaking all over with almost violent convulsions as he zeroed in on her pussy. She was more than just dripping wet. Her cunt was a soaking pool of juices, all but oozing as she gushed with need. He could catch a heated, fertile scent coming off of her. Not that it mattered. He'd fucked and bred dozens of bellies full when they weren't even in heat. Having her ready for it just ensured he was going to knock her up. From the very first drop.

As much as he could have teased her, could have touched and tormented her with some sultry strokes across those swollen lips, he wasn't feeling subtle. He poshed up to those steaming, heated pussy lips, prodded once, and then shoved his way way forward with a satisfied caw. She just seemed to scream. At least in an avian way. A shrill cry that burst forth from her as he buried his broad cock in her depths, making her clench down and contract. Faster and faster, milking at his violet inches without him even needing to thrust. His balls pulled tight from the pleasure of those walls squishing in around his dick, but he stayed steady.

Which was more than could be said for her. She was bucking up and down, shaking beneath him as he pinned her with his weight. He just held his cock inside her, letting her clench upon it, and a smirk came across his beak when he saw that expression hit her face. Her beak fell open, her eyes rolled back, and a muffled groan slipped from her as she came for him. A thick, messy squirt all over his balls and tail, soaking the earth all around them. And that was just from him sticking his dick inside her. She was full of his pre and probably already bred, but he quite literally was only getting started.

"Such wetness for me," he teased, leaning in to lick her cheek as she panted away. "Cumming just from the thought of being bred, are we? Don't worry. You'll get what you desire so badly. No need to beg. How is that musk treating you?"

Her tongue was hanging loosely, leaving her panting and drooling like a dog. It flopped about when she nodded her head. That was going to have to be the extent of her answer. She was beyond words when she was pulsing and squeezing around the throbbing inches and veins of a fat gryphon dick. His knot was swelling there against her pussy lips, and even the slightest nudge of his hips got her sqwarking again. He had her right where he wanted her.

They were all alone but for the surrounding critters who dwelt in the trees. They could make as much noise as they wanted. And he was going to keep milking those sounds out of her. First he started tapping that knot against her, starting with some slow thrusts back and forth, massaging her innards more than anything. But there was a lot of muscle in those flanks of his, a lot of weight for him to raise and lower as he held her down and fucked her in the middle of the forest. Their cries and caws echoed out among the leaves, only slightly louder than the slick squelching of a gryphon dick plunging in and out of that needy pussy, wrapped snug around him as he pumped.

Faster and harder, but only gradually. That was his approach. He let her feel his strength, let her bask in the pleasure rather than rushing it. He knew he could make her cum again, but first he wanted to let her build up to a peak. She could squirt harder for him. Of that he was certain. His knot was fully engorged by then, a great big battering ram of a throbbing bulb at the base of his cock, ready to lock in and breed her senseless. But first was fitting all that inside.

He didn't want to hurt her. He probably could have fucked her right into the dirt if he really put all his strength into it. Maybe the time for that could still come, but for the moment, he was gentle. Soothing, even. Rubbing back and forth in long, slow, but mighty thrusts. The branches on the trees around them shifted with those tremors of impact, hips to hips, balls against her ass, and he grunted some as he felt himself dripping within her. He leaned in close as he thumped her with his knot, flinging sweat off both their silky ebon bodies with every thud. His voice was low as he spoke into her ear.

"Just how many eggs do you think you'll lay for me, hen? We both know I've already bred you. I don't even need to cum in you to do that. But I can't wait to see how big you get when you're swelling with my seed."

"Nnngh," was her response, and that was good enough for him.

He took that as indication to go faster. To really start trying to knot her. Even with how soft and squishy her soppy cunt was getting, pouring juices down his sack with every stroke, it still took some shoving. Bigger than just a fist, it was like fitting a whole large fruit up inside of her sex, but he could feel himself making progress. Loosening her, easing inside, preparing for the juicy tie he was building up to. And when he felt she was ready, he raised his hips high, leaving just the first inch or two of his shaft nestled in her pussy, and came crashing down in a thrust that would have broken a lesser creature. But she was a gryphon. There was literally no other beast better made for enduring such a breeding than her.

She came for him just as hard as he did when he smothered that massive swell in her sex. It locked in hard, sealing all the juices within those clenching walls, sending her erupting and squirting all over it as soon as it made impact. His cock was stuffed all the way to her womb, and he wasted no time letting his balls clench up tight beneath his tail, churning and kneading against him as warning of how much he was about to pour into her. SHe shot her own seed all over her own belly. It reached her chest, even her face, and beyond, spurting right past her to layer over their surroundings. But that was nothing compared to the potent load he was swiftly pumping into her, announcing his climax with nothing more than a sultry caw while he emptied a womb-bloating load into her insides, as thick as it was unrelenting.

Even with it all sealed inside her, the scent had grown to overwhelming. They were sweaty birds, grinding and squeezing each other as they rocked and shook against each other's bodies. She was moving more than him of course. She could barely hold onto to herself, squawking, kicking, clicking her beak at nothing while she shut her eyes tight and slid through the smooth double-orgasm milked out of her dual genitals. Xavier just stayed steady, one foot on her, holding her in place while he bred her until her belly was round and jiggling with his cum, not spilling a single drop. That knot stayed sealed, ensuring she stayed filled, and he let them bask in that musky moment for a while before just pecking her on the cheek and starting to tug. He was going to have to get that knot back out of her if he wanted to have fun. Of course he wasn't done with such a fuckable bird like her.

Pulling out when she was still so sensitive after orgasm was of course enough to get her screeching. Her cunt wasn't quite sore exactly, but certainly tender. His harsh pulls to remove that bulb got her pretty much flailing, shaken by the overwhelming sensation of it loosing up her tightly-sealed insides. He wasn't gentle. Of course, there was so much mess that it was a slippery process, avoiding any sort of pain. But he wasn't getting any softer. A single orgasm hardly took anything out of him, at least in terms of energy. He'd given her so much cum to slosh with that it was hard to imagine him having much more inside him, even with a hefty set of gryphon nuts like that. But he was full of surprises.

First it was just a slow trickle of cum as the seal loosened, like a leaking dam. It poured down her haunches, and he didn't mind how much got on his own fur as well. A toss of his head, a grunt, a caw, and that leak became a torrent. Near as potent as he had pumped it into her, it was gushing back out, spurting right past and beneath him hard enough to splat against a tree. That overfilled belly of hers held a lot of pressure, and letting it all off at once ensured she was a geyser of the musky mess.

That's when the scent really hit. Sweat was one thing, but the musk of all that cum had been sealed away within her after that collective orgasm. It became a humid blanket of breeder scent, clinging to the leaves, the grass, to the very air around them both. Announcing their indulgence to all within its extensive range, coating the forest in their virility. But mostly his.

She squawked as she felt something forming within her. His seed was already taking. And her body recognized such potency by swelling within a minute. Not only had he bred her, she was already growing bigger with his eggs. Not that it was going to stop him from making extensive use of her. She was just a flopped, sloppy mess of a gryphon when he took her by the haunches, turning her over while her belly continued to swell right out beneath her. Good thing they were so sturdy, because he wasn't being remotely gentle with her.

Of course he hadn't softened much in that time between mountings. His knot had deflated slightly, but there it was, right back to fully engorged at the base of his purple battering ram. His dick was slathered in cum and juices, dripping gobs so heavy they could be heard pattering down onto the grass below. And then onto her back, as he rubbed himself right against the base of her lifted tail, teasing his way downwards. Just because she was swollen, drooling, staring into the distance with a vacant look on her face didn't mean she was any less horny for him. And as loose as he might have fucked her pussy with his knot, she still had a nice tight ring for him to ruin nestled there beneath her tail.

He didn't bother to say anything. And he was certainly slick enough. He just mounted over her again, pinning her down on her cum-bloated belly, making her chirp and leak from the pressure as he held her flat and rubbing his tip around her rim. Smearing it in his cum, making it sleek and shiny before he started pushing inwards. She didn't complain any more than a single squawk, not at all surprised he'd want to fuck her rump. Her beak remained open, just hanging there, her mind barely present as the sensations he was granting her took over her entire thinking. Not two inches inside her backside and she was already clenching down hard on those tingly nubs of his, really kneading into those barbs, firm enough to bring a pleasured caw out of him. But that wasn't going to slow him down.

He leaned in close, nibbling upon one of her lifted ears before just going for the back of her neck. They might have only been partly feline, but the position was pure cat. Biting her scruff, or the feathers there at least, arching his back, tail lifted high while he started to plunge and pump her ass full of pre and leftover cum, getting deep enough to ram his knot against that flexing hole. It was tighter than her cunt, and so that bulb wasn't anywhere near tying with her. Yet. He was still thumping it against that ring, jamming it up tight and testing her flexibility while he stretched out her insides with some earth-shaking thrusts, jostling her jiggly belly, squeezing cum back out her of pussy to ooze down both their legs.

Not to mention the sweat. With both pairs of fat gryph nuts tapping together like that, sweat was absolutely soaring. Two sopping sets of balls thumping together over and over became more of a squishy sound than a percussive one, those two sleek black bodies shining bright as they dripped together in each other's heat. The way Xavier was treating her could hardly be called mating. He was simply using her, jamming himself into her like she were nothing more than a toy, while she let loose some inelegant warbles and cries, doing her best to still play the part of a good breeding hen.

She was hardly sure how her body was holding up to such a pounding. He was bigger than her, muscular, and so very much of his strength was going into spanking her with that knot that her asshole was finally starting to give way to it. More like caving in with how hard he was working to tie with her tight butt. He cawed in her ear, he nibbled on her neck, and he wouldn't stop no matter how noisy she got, jamming that cum-lubed cock back and forth beneath her tail, slapping against her nuts so hard they were going numb. But he hadn't cum yet. Not until he achieved his body-breaking goal.

She was flexing, squeezing, contracting. Dripping pre, near to squirting too. Every single part of her body, every muscle, seemed to be hard at work clenching down on that fat dick jammed up her rump. Yet it still wasn't enough to stop him. He was getting that knot inside, if he needed to ram it right through her. But that didn't prove necessary. Enough of those sweeping, swooping thumps and there came the wettest, messiest pop. He passed that ring with that giant bulb, and it locked inside her instantly. She sealed right back up around the very base of his cock, holding on tight, shaking violently as she adjusted to the size. Or maybe those were just the throes of orgasm, because she simply couldn't hold back the waves of pleasure after getting tied that roughly.

Her whole body convulsed, her wings splayed limply out to the sides, and her muscles tensed as he milked another orgasm out of her. It screamed forth, or maybe that was her, but either way she was making a great big mess, layering cum over her swollen belly, squirting it out against the other gryphon's balls. And he was simply unloading into her. Posing firmly, keeping her neck in his beak, looking regal and elegant as he flexed and cummed inside her, puffing up her belly even bigger as he dripped sweat upon her feathers and decisively humped a few more times. With it all sealed inside by that knot as before, there was nowhere for it to go. Even her belly couldn't hold it all, pumped right up her intestines with such force. Eventually those squawks and screams turned into simple gurgling.

It wasn't that she was choking. She was simply overflowing. With her neck in his biting grip, she really had no choice but to keep her head pointed down while she drooled out all the cum that wouldn't fit inside her. First just a trickle down her beak, peaking over the back of her throat, but soon enough it was gushing out of her. It poured in a puddle beneath her, while her body all but ballooned out with the swelling load. She could barely get her hind legs on the ground with how fat her gut was getting. And that knot remained ever wedged within, even as his cumshot slowed to a few last slightly thinner ropes.

A satisfied caw, and he nipped her on the ear again before standing up above her. That left her outright dangling from his knot, the weight not phasing him any. He simply held that proud pose, standing firm, slowly swishing his tail, fanning about that enticing musk of gryphon fucking. Meanwhile she was about as inelegant as could be, faintly pawing at the air, drooling cum, hardly able to see for all the sweat rolling down her face. Hanging like that, suspended almost entirely from his knot, she felt herself slowly slipping off of it, her ass stretching wider and wider, making her slightly flinch. But she was too numb to experience any real discomfort by that point. Simply pleasure, pressure, and exhaustion, sweeping through heer every sense, leaving her broken and brainless. When he spoke to tease her she could barely even tell he was using words. She just heard sounds.

"I certainly hope you are not yet completely mindless. As much as I might enjoy fucking your drooling husk for a while, it's so much better when you're still mentally present."

Leaning down again, he gave her a few pecks on the cheek, trying to rouse her from her stupor. His voice was warm and oddly encouraging.

"Come now, don't give up yet. There is so much more we can do together before you're ruined. Show me that gryphon stamina!"

She could vaguely sense his intention, and so she gave a blink, a shake of her head, and clicked her beak a few times. Then she cough, a wad of his cum still all stuck up in her throat. Just as she was remembering how words worked, returning from her semi-feral state of horny slut-bird, she was cut off by her own startled cry as she popped suddenly from his knot. All that pressure built up to the point she just slipped free, spraying his cum back at him as she flopped down to the ground again.

Impact on her belly made her yelp, and then she was choking up a whole lot more cum as it poured from beneath her tail and her gaping, ruined asshole. Maybe it'd go back to normal, but that was going to be a matter of time. If she even made it out of this encounter. She wasn't sure what she was thinking exactly. But with such casual disregard for her bodily integrity, leaving at a point she couldn't even properly rise ... she just wasn't sure what to expect from him. A gryphon like her knew full well that another gryphon wasn't going to stop indulging until he was done.

So as she laid there, dripping, faintly chirping, drooling on herself once she finished coughing she couldn't help but wonder what was coming next. Especially once he moved around to the front of her, just standing over her so it looked like she was laying there on her face in worship rather than simply being unable to rise. Were her lower legs paralyzed? No, she could still wiggle them a little. They were simply useless. To rise, to flee, to support her after her body had been rattled and bent and tested by his lusty whims.

His cock was softer, though it couldn't have been called limp or anything. Not at that size. He felt his talons combing through her features for a while, seeming almost affectionate at first. But he got rougher. It became more of a grip than a stroke, seizing her and tugging her closer. She pretty much automatically opened her beak for him, expecting him to just facefuck her on the spot even if he'd softened slightly. Seeing just how devoted and slutty she was without him even having to say a word made him pause to chuckle.

"Ah, so eager to swallow more already? Even when you're that swollen? Well, I'm sure I can give you something."

Just by the way he said the last words, she had a pretty good idea of what was coming. Though it still took her by surprise when the stream hit her in the face. It wasn't what it was that was unexpected - it was just how hard it came. Steaming hot, high pressure, and powerfully musky as all hell. That gryph was pissing on her. And in her mouth. It came in a constant torrent, hosing down her features, running into her open beak, leaving with her no choice but to suck and gulp it down.

She could taste the pheromones in it, feel them tingling through her body, ensuring she remained receptive and warm even after that treatment. But more than anything, she was being marked. That steaming mess was seeping into her fur, her features. Soaking every single detail of her body until she was a matted mess, looking like a stray lump of loose feathers and ruined fur than an actual creature. Only her open, gleaming beak, dripping piss as she struggled to drink it all remained as indication that she was even still a gryphon.

When he'd marked her from head to tail in steaming piss, soaking her feathers and fur so heavily they stuck to her body, he just jammed his cock right in her beak and started relieving himself right down her throat. She glurked as she gulped, nearly choking but managing to gluttonously guzzle it all down just like he wanted. How he could have so much inside of him was awe-inspiring, really.

Just as his cumshots had bloated her body, she was feeling herself swelling and stretching all the more, until she had to keep her hind end up just to avoid putting too much pressure on her excessively engorged belly as it sagged to the dirt, filled with piss and cum. It felt like she was starting to sweat his own musky scent, like he was replacing her own fluids with his own, totally overtaking her very essence with the scent of breeder gryph. She was never going to smell the same again. If she even walked away.

The tip of his cock teased at the back of her throat, and then deeper. His stream was slowing, but resting his shaft upon her tongue was just making him hard again. With every throb of arousal renewing, he was deeper in her gullet. He reached right down and wrapped the toes of a front foot right around her throat, holding her in place as he stepped closer. A bob of his hips to powerfully thrust forth, and he was fucking her face, holding her in place so he could plunge his pulsing inches right down her gullet, making her swallow all around that dripping shaft while he pumped his muscular haunches. He didn't fear a beak like hers. Not when he had it propped open by his knot, dick slamming in and out while she struggled to breathe properly around its girth.

"If I'm right about these things, you might start feeling a little pressure about now," he softly said, grunting a bit in his words. Though he was steady, not at all visibly fatigued, he was certainly putting some effort into rutting her face.

It took her some time to even piece his words together, given her state of mind and all the juicy noise coming with his indulgent throatfucking strokes. Then she wondered what exactly he meant. A little pressure? More than there was already? She could hardly imagine how her current sensations could get any more intense, more overwhelming. Every nerve that hadn't just gone numb, burned right out by overuse was screaming with a mix of strain and pleasure. But when she felt a shift within her belly, she knew what he meant.

It wasn't just pressure, it was growth. The longer all that fertile cum lingered inside her womb, the bigger those eggs were getting. Normally such a process would have taken weeks, but there it was, moving through all the stages in mere minutes. Or had it been hours? It was hard for her to tell anymore. Memories of arriving in the forest to begin with were fading away, until it felt as if she had always been there. Always belonged to him as his lusty little breeding hen. And now she was going to prove just how good she was for him by laying an ample clutch of his eggs.

He didn't stop facefucking her through the process. His grip remained tight, kept her locked in place while that dick slammed in and out of her throat. He almost got his knot wedged down there, but he stopped just sort of it. Meanwhile, she was lifting up her tail, flexing her haunches and her pussy, putting those egg-laying muscles to work pushing out a great big swell of an egg. It was firm, able to withstand even the harshest of squeezing, dripping with a glaze of the sexual fluids coating her insides. It stretched her out even farther than his knot had, gaping her cunt to obscene size until it finally popped out, clattering down to the forest floor, leaving her panting and drooling around his dick, breathless and exhausted from the effort.

That was just the first one. She could feel more shifting, bulging within her. The outline of them low in her belly was plain to see, outlined as her skin pulled taut around them. She flinched and whimpered, but he wasn't giving her any mercy. He just slapped that knot against the back of her throat, shoving his entire shaft into her gullet, all but fucking her belly from such an angle. Balls deep in her sopping beak, taking care not to completely suffocate her. But his efforts to not actually kill her with sex was about all the mercy she was going to get. Even while she popped out an entire clutch for him, one after another, her body feeling a little weaker with every single one she forced out of her fertile cunt.

She'd made a whole stack of them. A whole nest worth, and then some, of shiny black gryphon eggs. They were more than well-fertilized. She wouldn't have been surprised to see them hatching right there on the spot. But for the the moment, her attention was focused on the gryphon stud upon her, gripping her by the throat, face-fucking her nearly to unconsciousness. That she'd even lasted that long was impressive. Any other beast on the entire planet wouldn't have endured it. But she was a sleek, black gryphon just like him. She was built to withstand everything he had to give. She wasn't going to break, at least not completely. That's what she told herself.

Though even after releasing that pressure of the eggs, she was bloated. Stretched. Perhaps never to return to a normal size again. She wasn't really thinking of the future. Only the moment, and the pleasure of getting that great stud off. Letting him use her for whatever he wanted, letting him go as hard as he always needed. No holding back, like he always had to do with other mates. He could let it all out. Even if it meant outright swallowing his knot.

It didn't quite lock into her gullet, fortunately. That probably would have spelled the end. But he came directly down her throat, not even giving her the chance to taste that cum before she was swallowing it. The musky scent wafted up from within her mouth, threatening to cloud her nostrils. She was barely getting enough air as it was. And with him cawing above her, letting those balls flex taut upon the very tip of her tongue, milking out another ridiculous mess, she had no choice but to swallow. No matter how big her belly got. Not matter how much it stretched her. Gulp gulp gulp, until she was swollen to the point of breaking open. She could feel her skin stretching to its very limit, her stomach expanded until it was pushing all her other organs aside. She hardly even knew how she was even surviving anymore.

While she dealt with that, he pulled out at last. He wasn't done cumming, layering over all that piss that was still hotly clinging to her, adding another coating of his scent. By that point, it had become her entire world. Her taste, her touch, her sense of smell, all had been overtaken by it. It became the air she breathed, the sustenance she needed. The thought of him going away, and letting it fade from her feathers was simply too much for her to even fathom. She needed to wear his mark, forever. So that everyone knew who she belonged to now.

But he wasn't going to waste too much. One orgasm seemed to trickle to a close, only for another jet to spurt out, thick as ever. Another cumshot rolling into the first. And he jammed himself in her throat again, forcing his knot right back into that spot on the back of her tongue, pinning it down beneath its weight. All his cum went right into her belly once more, piling up atop that accumulated cream until it was just welling right up her throat, pouring down her chin and cheeks as it overflowed inside her body. But some of it stayed down. Some of it kept pushing out on her insides instead, making her bigger and bigger, wondering just how long she could last before something finally broke. Aside from her mind.

Her belly near the size of the entire rest of her body by then. She was swallowing as fast as she could, finding only brief time for some desperate gasps between gulps to ensure she didn't suffocate. Slumping over onto her side, she just stretched her legs out wide and let that massive gut swing and wobble from the pressure of expanding. As much as she wanted to prove to him that she could take anything, her body had its limits. And that was several dozen gallons of pure, hot gryphon seed swimming through her insides, pumped fresh from those swollen, sweaty nuts clenching so very taut atop her tongue. The longer she lay sprawled there beneath him, sucking down his cum, basking in his watchful gaze, looking up with blurred eyes to see his proud expression, the weaker her body got. Until she finally felt something give, with an alarming internal snap.

It was just inside her at first. Something that couldn't hold up to the strain and sent that cum leaking all throughout her innards. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt. Oh, she could tell something was terribly, terribly wrong, but her body was nice enough to block out any pain associated with it. Instead, she was left numb. Tingling, still. Her cunt was still clenching, even stretched and ruined like that. Her loose asshole was giving some flexes. Somehow, even as she was breaking apart from the inside, she managed another little orgasm. One that was fuelled purely by just laying there, breathing his musk. Every suck of air, every gust of his male scent was pleasure directly in her cock and clit, and so she was cumming on her belly, trickling some juices down her inner thigh for him, inelegantly squawking to the point it was nearly screeching. Except her voice was too weak for that. And her throat was too full.

All the twitching, convulsing muscles that came with that uncontrollable orgasm left her straining even worse. She could feel his cum swimming around in places it wasn't supposed to be. Spreading through her innards. Making it hard to breathe as her lungs fought to inflate against the thick cream. She shouldn't even have been alive, much less still conscious. Everything was all out of place and wrecked, and it was only getting worse. With no stomach to contain it, that cum was pushing against the skin of her underside itself. Pulling it tighter, tighter, stretching it out so taut it was all but translucent. Leaving her insides visible as they pushed against her hide, until finally, she ripped right open. Her poor bloated belly hit its limit with a bang, and burst wide like an overfilled balloon.

His cum came rushing right back out of her, forming a river, a tidal wave that washed across the grass, transforming their surroundings from dirt to musky mud in an instant. A great big hole formed on her belly, ragged and torn, but finally allowing her to release some of that pressure. She was left gasping and wheezing around his dick once he finally broke her, nearly suffocating with how hard it was to breathe. He just calmly pulled his cock from her throat, wiped it off right between her eyes, and observed his own destructive handiwork. He'd broken that bird, and more than figuratively speaking this time. But she hardly even seemed to mind.

Huffing, recovering, drooling, gurgling, and groaning, the hen looked up at him, her eyes glazed. She probably wasn't going to last too much longer after such a treatment. He offered her a smile of satisfaction and leaned down to peck her on the cheek, considering what to do with her. Though it was already pretty obvious. To his surprise, she was the first one to speak.

"Did I do good? Did you get ... hhff ... everything you ever wanted from me?"

"You did very well," Xavier told her, his voice warm and affectionate, even while standing over a wrecked, shattered bird oozing his cum from a hole in her belly. "It appears I may have been a little greedy. But that's how it goes with gryphons, isn't it?"

"Mmmmm, yes, yes," she moaned, nodding as best she could. Which was slightly. "I wanted you to do it. I wanted all of this. I want to give you even more. Something. Anything you want."

He tipped his head briefly, then leaned in close, looking her right in the eye. Then up he went to whisper in her ear in that deep, seductive voice again, the bass notes of his words rattling her very skeleton.

"Is that so? Anything at all? Surely you yourself know how dangerous a proposition that is for a gryphon. Especially a hungry one."

The warning didn't visibly phase her.

"Anything," she assured him, her breathy whisper barely audible. He heard it well enough.

He withdrew, standing up tall again and getting a more intense glint in his golden eyes. He licked along the edges of his beak before finishing their conversation with a single word.

"Good."

Even seeing that change in his expression, in his entire demeanor, she wasn't frightened. She remained slumped there, unable to rise on her own, absolutely slathered in his fluids to the point she felt like that made up the majority of her weight, of her very being. Even when she saw those thick muscles of his tense, his body preparing for what was coming, she was nothing more than horny for. Her cock and cunt worked just fine despite all the damage to her body, and she was throbbing, dripping, absolutely oozing for him as he leaned in close to her face, breathing that fresh, warm air upon her, licking along her features by way of teasing her of what was to come. She was quivering, but only with excitement. He was going to make her a part of him, and she couldn't have been happier to join with such a perfect male.

From licking he moved on to nibbling, working a futile effort to preen her features before the long hot slide. She appreciated the gesture. But he wasn't going to drag it out. Not when he'd given her that much cum. He needed something to replace all that energy, all that protein. And it just so happened he had a fresh, well-fucked hen right there for his supper. So he opened his beak up wider, wider. Letting her gaze directly into the darkness of her throat. Even her keen eyes couldn't make out many details within his gullet. And soon, she couldn't see much of anything at all when he enveloped the entirety of her head within his maw in a single precise snap of his soaking jaws.

Was he ever drooling. As soon as her flavour really hit his tongue, as soon as he was sucking on her features, he was soaking wet around her face. He'd tasted her already, but this was different. Sampling her, savouring her was one thing. Knowing that her flavour belonged to him now, that was what got him dripping through her feathers, letting hot gobs of saliva slip into her own beak as she faintly gasped into his gullet. She could already feel it rippling, already feel it tugging at her, and she knew once he started swallowing her whole, she wasn't getting back out. At least not alive.

His insides were surprisingly well-kept. It seemed like he had a habit of snacking on some of the wild herbs and other plants that grew around there, because his breath was sweet and fresh, and that pleasant scent continued even as she descended deeper towards his stomach. Not that his musk could ever be truly drowned out. She might have had her senses focused on the inside of his body, but she was still coated, still marked, still intoxicated by that richly male scent that had broken and subdued her long before his cock had. It ensured that even as she inched towards his gurgling gut, she never even squirmed, but for a few writhing motions of pleasure, with what remained of her energy.

She hadn't softened. Her cock remained firm up against her ruined belly as the bigger gryph consumed her. Even if she couldn't possibly have came anymore, she was still pulsing away, still throbbing up against her torn middle to the point she was almost fucking herself. Not even all the damage done to her numbing body could prevent her from enjoying that feeling of submission. Of giving absolutely everything to the alpha gryph even if it meant her own destruction. She heard him caw around her as he swallowed, the sound echoing through her rutted and ruined body as she inched forth into his open beak, embraced by constricting muscles and slick, humid warmth. Somehow she was getting even hotter as she entered him.

Coursing with sweat and heat, she sucked in a gasp, feeling the air thicker in her cum-clogged lungs. She really had no idea how she was still enduring. Maybe it was just the force of arousal that was keeping her afloat and conscious as she wriggled her way into her gullet. He didn't need the help. Tossing his head upwards, he left her legs and tail flailing all about as she whipped backwards, feeling like she was just going to break in half from the force crackling through her spine. A little more numbness spread down her body, until she could barely even feel her toes anymore. But the smooth massage of a kneading throat working her down was far too pleasant to allow herself to pass out just yet.

When she heard a deep moan rumbling all around her body, she couldn't help but slip into one herself. His bassy voice resonated in her bones, and she just muffledly groaned back, sliding into him, hearing him slurp, feeling him nibble and squeeze. His beak teased at her gut, carefully. Then her cock, giving it a stroke and a lick. When just her legs were left dangling out of his mouth, swinging strands of pre that clung to her toes, she fully gave in. No more squirming, just a slump of her muscles, a droop of her tail, and an extended, if slightly choked sigh. Just to make sure he knew she was accepting her fate, ready to satiate his hunger after satisfying his lusty needs.

The final gulp nearly crushed her, feeling like that gullet was caving in on her as it mashed her down into the darkness. Not even a gryphoness' eyes could perceive what was going on in there. She had to focus on her other senses, dulled though they were. At least she had enough left in her to feel herself being embraced by that hungry stomach, flopping down into the fluids below. It was relatively empty in there, just a little slimy, and his gut confirmed to the size of her whole body with ease. Though it did make for some stretching. This time it was her turn to give him a big fat belly, though he handled the expanding middle without any trouble. Even as she sagged and rounded him out until she could feel herself touching the ground.

Proud, dignified gryphon though he was, he couldn't help a small belch. Just a modest thing, a cheerful little urrrp that left him licking his beak and clicking it together a few times as he savoured what remained of her smooth taste. Then she felt one of his crow feet pressed in on her, dexterously kneading at her form while he sat back on his haunches, swishing his tail. The gurgling was already starting, and his touches seemed to kick it up even more. Soon the messy churns were drowning out all else. She couldn't hear him breathing, couldn't her his powerfully pumping heart. Only the constant, ominous grrrrrrmmble that hinted at what was happening to her. Soon after came the tingling.

Her body was far too worn out for her to have the energy to panic. She showed no sign of fear. Her only movement was to get nestled in comfortably, all folded up on herself, swinging beneath his muscled form as a distinct bulge in his gut. The walls closed in on her until she heard bits of her going crunch. But that most she ever felt was tingling. A subtle sensation at first, creeping up her paws, her legs, moving towards her core. But it grew more and more intense as it went, filling her entire body with an electric, almost sexual pleasure. It shouldn't have felt so good. But somehow it just made sense that being digested by such a majestic, dominant gryphon would be more pleasant than anything else.

Eventually she couldn't help but moan. Or at least she attempted such. Tilting her head back towards the ceiling of his stomach, she parted her beak and did her best to give a proper pleasured cry. But it was more a gurgle. She hadn't noticed until then how much she was deteriorating. The fluids tingling over her skin had seeped right inside of her. Of course they had, with such an obvious entry point. They were up in her ruined pussy and ass too, spreading that feeling to her innards, leaving her feeling like her every single muscle was relaxing completely. Like she was sinking into the warmest, most soothing bath she'd ever taken. The feeling of melting had never been so literal.

"Delicious fresh hen. Such a satisfying dinner. And you're digesting so well for me," he told her, murmuring his words in a gentle, soothing tone.

She barely heard them, but she could feel his voice somehow. It put her in a blissful state, a lingering ecstasy and contentment that kept her dormant and submissive even as she fell apart in his surging digestives. She felt herself slumping lower and lower, that bubbling surface rising higher above her form, strewn with feathers and fur. And were those bones? Something more solid was moving around in there, making her wonder just how much longer she had left. But she couldn't do anything but relax, especially as those calming caws came to her, and those gentle touches and squeezes from the outside as Xavier admired his shrinking meal.

When she first landed in his gut, she had poked out, clearly outlined with her feet and beak and other such details on display in an uneven bulge. By then, she was uniform, smooth, round. Just a sagging gut pulling up tighter and tighter with every noisy slosh and glorp. It followed a steady rhythm, pulsing around her like a gentle song, a subtle drumbeat that had her rolling her remaining muscles right along with the compressions of his gut. Following the relentless rhythm of his body. Squishing, crushing, mashing her up into paste, it wasn't subtle. She was being pulped, melted, churned to nothing more than mush of former gryphoness. And the energy was finally fading from her entirely.

Before she twitched her last, she took one of her remaining coherent seconds to simply process the moment. Her noisy surroundings, the feeling of her own body being wrecked and absorbed to feed the hungry male. She was going to be his food, his nutrients, going to run through his veins and add some lovely pudge to his middle. And then she was going to pass through his intestines, and, well ... it might not have been her anymore by that point, but even in her final moments of consciousness she couldn't help but think of the reality of it all. That was how food got treated. And that was all she was by that point.

Sensing her impending demise, Xavier pressed a little fimer in on her, his touch pushing right through her softened body as if she were nothing more than liquid. She was getting close. He gave a warm caw, and prodded at what remained of her with his beak. Though she couldn't exactly feel it, she could sense the affectionate touch somehow.

"All gone now. Just rest, and let slumber find you. It'll be the most peaceful feeling you've ever had. I can't wait to see what kind of pudge you turn into. I'll have to work it all off with some more rutting. And, nnf. I think I'll be more than excited enough for that, with the memory of you digesting down fresh in my mind."

She didn't hear a word of it. But she felt it. From what she grasped, she could tell he was happy with her. Which was all she needed to know. Closing her eyes, or what was left of them, she sighed out and let herself completely collapse as darkness overtook her. The feeling her her twitching and then going still like that made Xavier's cock stir once more. It had softened some, but hadn't quite gone back to its sheath, flopping about beneath his belly. He reached down to give it an idle stroke, exhaling through his beak, his eyes closed tight. A thump of his tail to the ground, and she was done. Fully digested, or at least that stage of her. There was still the long trip through the big bird's intestines, the last part of the process to convert her from gryphon to nutrition. But that was going to have to wait for his nap to conclude, as the triumphant male found a dryer spot and slumped over, jiggling a bit, breathing slowly and happily, and dozing off in seconds after that delightful evening.

When he awoke, the sky was warm and orange. It bathed his black feathers and fur, giving them a little extra gleam. But he was still like a shadow, stalking through the trees as he rose to his feet, stretching out in a most feline way and then giving his belly a grope. He was looking a little chubby, with a gut that bounced around as he walked. A pleasant, plump bird he was, swishing along through the forest until he found the proper spot. There was no waiting. The call of nature was upon him after spending the whole night digesting what remained of that nameless gryphoness. It was time to return her to the soil.

A quick glance around to ensure he wouldn't be interrupted, and he squatted. Arched back, raised tail, front and hind feet planted firm, he was ready. A little groan escaped him as he felt just how much there was all packed up inside of him. Sure, he had digested the gryphoness and turned her into pudge, but there still was just so much left over. A flex, a hard squeeze, and that firm dark hole of his spread open, crackling and pushing forth the first great big chunk of brown, steaming waste down to the forest floor. He was going to be there a while.

Dark to the point of almost black, but flecked with patches of powdery white thanks to all the digested bone, it was a great big pile of gryphon shit that very obviously used to be a person. Smooth at first, pushing out in one great long log, it eventually broke off as it got more solid, working down. Some more distinct pieces of her became visible, subtle at first. Some ruined feathers, embedded deep in the mess. Or a bit of fur, all clumped together in a ball, stuck together by the filth. But eventually there came more solid bones, until it was started to look like he was shitting out her entire skeleton.

Some of that calcium rich stuff had absorbed into him, but most of it just got pushed right back out again. Picked clean, caked with waste, cracked or outright broken, they tumbled out of his backside and hit the pile below, embedding deep in the growing mound, only to be buried by all that followed. It eventually startled to tickle him a little to push out so many feathers and bones, leaving him chuckling slightly as he shifted forward, the pile getting so big it was nearly higher than him. And it was only getting bigger, pound after pound of solidly-packed former gryphoness shat right out onto the forest floor beneath the cover of the branches, steaming and drying before he was even finished.

He wasn't exactly the sort to keep track of time, but the morning sun had grown into something more like daylight by the time he was pushing out those last few chunks. They were especially stubborn. He remained there, flexing his rim a few times, making no progress at first until he put some muscle into it. A faint grunt, and out came those nearly rock-solid, bone-packed pieces, thudding atop the softer mess with a considerable splat of impact. Then clattering as well, as those bones tumbled off the mountainous peak where they weren't simply stuck in the fresh filth. And there was one more big squeeze to make, one that made the most of those muscular haunches to force it out.

It was probably her skull, but it had been so damaged by the journey it was hard to tell. Missing its beak, pulverized and empty, it landed on top with its empty eye sockets pointed towards the shrouded sky, completely cleaned inside and out. But for all the shit. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his back as he finally got out of that squatted position, turning to lift a leg and piss on it all. He especially aimed for her former face, getting that golden stream of her own robbed fluids right where her beak used to be, hosing down the messy mountain until it slumped downwards beneath the weight. And with that, he was done with her. She was nothing more than pudge and a great big pile of feathery gryphon shit, converted into energy and fat, wobbling back and forth between his hind legs as he trotted off to find a river to bathe in.

His feathers were still sticky and stuck to him thanks to all the sweat and cum applied to them the night previous. But once he found a soothing stream to roll around in, he was looking more like himself in no time. A tall, proud, powerful gryphon, muscled and sleek, elegant and enticing. A proper guardian of the forest, able to swoop down or simply chase any intruder. And as for her, well she was just a mound. Topped off by her skull like a monument, she was on clear display to anyone else who dared intrude. A crude sign of exactly what happened to those who submitted to the shameless gryphon. Rutted, ruined, bred and broken, digested and dumped out in the most undignified of forms. But if she had any capacity to still feel them, she certainly wouldn't have had any regrets. Not after a perfect night like that, finally fulfilling a purpose she never even knew she had until she met him.