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The Hen Delivers Fresh Eggs

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Revakulgr

Revakulgr was alone again in Rain's apartment. Like the last time, she was at the clinic having the eggs checked over. Unlike the time two weeks ago, however, the dragon had remembered to fetch his own identi-cash card from his personal abode. It had been rather difficult to explain how four charges to an escort service had ended up on her account, and he'd needed to spend rather more than the service cost to smooth things over with his mate. When the gryphoness had shown up a few days later, while Rain was home, he had nearly panicked. That was the last thing he needed, his mate coming face-to-beak with his paid-for conquest. Still, the female had managed to relay the information she'd come to advise him of: her laying schedule, and the fact that he was welcome to dine on the results of their breeding. She'd even brought him a sample from another hen's laying to give him an idea of their size and taste, and he had been quite ecstatic to engage her for the appointment. The difference being that he was going to pay with his own funds this time, instead of being an absolute idiot. That was going to take absolute ages to live down. Perhaps Rain would take revenge in kind. He'd have to ask the gryphoness if they had any males that his mate might try.

He doubted that she would. Humans had strange morals and codes regarding such things. They should take a more draconic outlook on life. It made debts much easier to settle and shames much easier to overcome. Gryphons had the right kind of outlook. He hadn't appreciated that quite enough before he'd come across that startling hen. A very fetching creature, feathers and fur dark enough to match his own scales, golden rosettes along her hindquarters and dotting the ends of her wing and tail feathers. Beautiful, really. If not for Rain, he might have engaged the female in a long-term contract, or more likely tried to coax him into his nest on a less customer-oriented basis. It was somewhat rankling to be paying for something that he normally got without such need, but... well, she was... beautiful. Beautiful in a way that caught the eye and fired the loins, though not necessarily quite enough to be claimed by. She had used her allure and her heat scent to addle his brains quite cleverly, but he didn't fancy being run about by a manipulative mate. His human female was quite enough for him in that regard.

Still, he was nearly tearing at the carpet with impatience as he waited for the bird-cat to arrive. He was finding it difficult not to drool. The egg she had brought had been the size of an entire adult kobold, and absolutely delectable. There were few things that he enjoyed more than a mouthful of fresh, fertilized egg, though breeding the hen had possibly been one of them. He would certainly need to see if he could engage her for another session once she'd come back into season, though his own eggs would likely have been hatched by then. Hm. That could cause complications. It was one thing to let himself be led around by the loins into simple folly, but doing so behind his mate's back would most definitely not do. He would have to clear it with Rain somehow. That would take some thinking on..

A knock at the sliding glass door startled him from his musings, and he turned his head to see the corvid-hybrid gaping at him with her beak, eyes half lidded in that teasing manner she had. He took his time getting up, stretching fore and back much as she had upon their first meeting, showing off his hind end to remind her of what _he_had to offer, then turned and slid it open. She hopped the rest of the way over the balcony and trilled a greeting that sent a shiver down his spine.

"I have come as requested, Master," came the mimickry of kobold speech. "What desires would you have of me?"

He grumbled slightly, settling his wings to hide how easily she flustered him. He replied in English to prevent further flustering. "You know well what I desire of you, pretty hen. I believe you have a delivery for me, something fresh and tasty?"

"Oh, yes, Master," she responded in kind, gaping at him in an avian grin. She obviously knew quite well, which rankled him even more. "I have half a dozen, ready to be delivered, though you will need to give me a few minutes to properly prepare myself."

She held out her identi-cash card between two talons, and he harumphed but touched his own to transfer the requested funds. "This is a rather expensive meal, I'll have you know. Rather more than I would usually pay for such a treat, even so fresh."

She fluttered her lids at him, brushing her feathered and furred side against his scales as she pushed past him, flicking her tail feathers up to caress beneath his chin. "Oh, yes, Master, I am well aware, and I apologize for the inconvenience. You must know, though, that accommodations for one such as myself must be built in the same accordance as those for your kind, yes? They are unfortunately rather expensive, and such costs must be mitigated as one can. Fear not, though, Master, for I can assure you the cost is worthwhile, as will be the wait. I've brought you a gift to go with your meal, a little entertainment."

He had followed her with his gaze as she moved into the kitchen area with its tiled floor, which was quite intelligent as it would be far easier to clean than carpet, so he was startled by another chirrup coming from the direction of the balcony door. He snapped his head back around to find another gryphon standing with its foreclaws gripping the balcony rail and its head craned around to gape at him.

"Greetings, master," it said, using the human tongue thankfully. "My sister requested that I accompany her to keep you company while she prepares to lay. May I enter?"

He nodded agreement, and it hopped over the railing to stand on the porch sideways, letting him give it a look over. The front half was all in black like the first, feathers, beak, forelegs, claws, and eyes. There, though, the resemblance ended. Its hind end hand black along the top and flowing down the shaggy-furred tail but shaded to grey along the sides and hind legs, with a white underbelly and paws, as well as tipping the tail, with her primaries mimicking the shading to white at their ends. He could see no sack or sheath, and when it turned about with its tail raised high, he saw that it was female but shaped in a manner that startled him. He looked over the hind end again, blinking for a moment in surprise.

"I thought all gryphons were avian and feline, but you appear to be... wolf?"

She chirped happily and moved forward to nibble at the scales along his neck, the canine tail wagging slow approval. "Indeed, Master, you are very discerning. Does Master approve of wolves? I can be a very good girl for you."

These damnable hybrids seemed to know exactly how to ruffle his scales, and their teasing, coaxing manner was causing his maleness to begin firming in anticipation. "I have been known to enjoy the company of wolves. I have eaten quite a few. They tend to be quite enjoyable prey, fighters to the end, but there are... other ways that they can be enjoyable."

"Oh, indeed, Master?" Her tail wagged faster, causing a slight draft that brought a particular scent to his nose, and he felt his tip begin peeking from his sheath. "I've heard that dragons can be quite enjoyable as well, but I've never had the pleasure. Would Master care to... enjoy me?"

Revakulgr gulped, considering his available funds. Until the eggs were past any danger of falling dud, he had refused to participate in any races. His account was not self-renewing, though he_could_ ask his mother for assistance if it came to that. She_would_, however, be combing through his finances to ensure that he had not been wasting his reserves on frivolities while his mate was with clutch should he make too large of a request. That put a limit on how much he might ask for, which also rankled him. He enjoyed a life of freedom and pleasure, and he was beginning to realize that such a life might not mix quite as well as he had thought with being claimed and mated with hatchlings on the way. Still... there was no harm in asking.

"How much would that cost me?"

The gryphoness pulled back, pressing a foreclaw to her keel, her expression one of startled surprise. "Oh, Master, there would be no cost. I don't work with my sister."

He glanced back at the other hen inquiringly. She stood with her forequarters stretched in front of her and her hind legs spread, tail flicked up high to reveal her moist and glistening female parts, similar to a mating pose save that he could see the muscles of her stomach working. Still, her voice came out clearly and without strain. He supposed that was a benefit of creating her words in her throat rather than in her mouth.

"My sister desired to meet you, Master," the first gryphoness explained. "She is as much a fan as I and was quite envious of the clutch you sired in me. I promised her to meet you, but nothing more, nor would I ask anything more of you than the glory of your presence. Though... if Master should so desire, it can be easily scented that she is in season."

"Oh, yessss, Master," the second hen agreed, turning to mimic her sister's pose and looking at him over her shoulder. The swollen spade of her sex was quite plain beneath her upraised tail, the pink inner flesh of the folds glistening with moisture. "I would be honored to entertain you in such a manner, and I could offer a similar... delivery afterward. I am infertile, unfortunately, but I lay nonetheless."

Well, that wasn't the kind of offer that a virile, powerful, prime breeding stud such as himself could very well turn down, though it was a shame that the eggs would be merely yolk. He did so enjoy having a crunchy treat inside, but some sacrifices were worth making. "I believe that I can oblige you."

There came a soft caw from his rear, and the second gryphoness turned to push past him, trotting over to resume her stance behind her sibling so that he had two bowing hens awaiting him, one with heat-swollen sex and one with a slowly widening breeding tunnel as she prepared to lay the first of her eggs. The mere sight had his length pressing outward to full erection, and he carefully turned, this time hoping to avoid needing to replace any of his mate's furniture, and approached with a rumble deep in his chest. This was going to be a rather memorable event, though he would need to be rather more deliberate than his usual pace. He had a desire to have both pleasures at once, so a slower approach would be required. To that end, he moved behind the first hen rather than the second, though he stood over the second so that his sack rested against her rear end and his shaft trailed down her spine to dribble his pre-seminal fluids onto her fur. Her tail swished against the underside of his own as she wiggled and whined beneath him, needful and left wanting, but he would get to her in good time.

Instead, he craned his head beneath the first grypon's tail feathers to trace his tongue along the rim of her spreading breeding tunnel, causing her to let out a chirp of surprise, though she hiked her rear end higher and he saw the muscles of her rump flex. He lapped along the spread petals of her slit, teasing at the pleasure nubbin at its head, then sank his tongue inwards, forcing the muscle between her clenching walls until he could caress the pointed tip of the egg that was forcing its way down her passage. It was coming, and he was quite pleased with that fact. The canine-corvid beneath him let out another whine, lifting her own rear to stroke her fur against his testicles, and he relented, moving his hind end back while stretching his neck forward so as to not lose contact with her sister. He groped beneath him with one foreclaw until he cupped the hip of the second gryphoness and angled himself for penetration, slowly pressing his hips forward until his tip teased at the surprisingly soft, surprisingly hot puff of her canine sex. He had never much paid attention to how they felt on the outside before, but he also rarely took his time in taking them.

She tried to press back against him, but he let out a warning growl that quelled her and simply ground his tip against her spade, slicking it with their mingled lubricants and continuing to ply his agile tongue against her sister's inner walls. The egg continued to travel towards him, forced along the passage by muscular contractions, and he wondered that the gryphoness didn't simply hunch her hindquarters towards the ground to ease its way. Then again, this was most likely pure presentation. He could feel the strain against the thick muscle that penetrated her as she worked against gravity rather than with it, and he supposed the cost of the meal was worth having such a display put on to serve it. It reached the point of the peak just barely breaking past the flesh of her nethers, her lips splayed wide for his tongue tip to play over, then she let out a warning squawk before the remainder of it forced itself free in a sudden rush. He caught it in his jaws, rolling it to sit between his back molars, lapping away the fluids that covered it before bringing his teeth together in a swift crunch.

As the creamy, bloody goodness coated his tongue, he finally entered the female beneath him, though not with his usual rampant thrust. He pressed his tip through the swollen vulva, feeling her entrance trembling to accept him, and slid himself inwards a few inches but no further. He rocked his hips only slightly forwards and back as he enjoyed and chewed and savored and swallowed the first of her sibling's eggs, then drove his tongue into the first hen once more. He worked with all his skill, rolling it through her inner passage, caressing the walls and rippling his muscle, pulling back to lap and nip at her clitoris before diving in for more. He had not quite expected to be able to drive her to the heights of pleasure, but he had hoped, and his hopes were at least somewhat rewarded. Though it was brief, he felt her quiver with at least some enjoyment before the contractions resumed and the second egg could be felt beginning its escape into his waiting maw. The hen beneath him was eager and needful but wonderfully patient despite that. She rocked her hips in counterpoint to his own, but attempted to take no more than he offered her, and let out a delighted caw when he sank himself in to the midpoint as the second egg was crunched between his jaws.

With the third egg, he began to saw his length through her folds, angling his hips downward on the outstroke so that the ridges along his underside plucked at her flesh, then sinking himself into her with deliberate slowness. He was just as eager as the hen beneath him, but such a display as the first hen made deserved an equal amount of attention to her gift. With the fourth egg, he pressed himself in until her spade pressed against the bulge of his knot, holding himself still once more so that she clenched and squeezed around him while he was rewarded with a second slight orgasm by the other gryphoness. The fifth egg coated his tongue as he allowed himself a slow in and out of his infertile partner once more. It was not until the sixth egg sat in his mouth that he began to breed her properly. He held the shell pressed against his closed front fangs with his tongue, caressing it and licking clean the slime of its birthing while he pounded himself into the half-canine hybrid. Her sister had slumped so that she lay on her stomach, and he reached for her to roll her onto her back, then gave hard thrusts that jolted the second gryphon forwards.

It took her a moment to understand until he slid his foreclaws beneath her keel to give it a slight lift, and then she realized his desire. He walked her forward, driving himself into her all the while, then pressed her downwards so that she lay atop her sibling. He could feel his sack slapping wetly against the sodden rump of the black-and-gold female, hear the smack of it, and it drove him beyond further restraint. He chomped the final egg with relish as he slammed his knot home, feeling his balls tense to deliver a blast of seed that nearly burned on its way out. He was unused to such prolonged teasing, most often breeding his females in swift, hard fashion. It felt like he was unloading half a year's worth of cum into his squirming, squawking, quivering hen, and it was possibly the best climax he'd ever had. Well, except for when he had bred Rain properly. He would never put anything above that, lest she find out and make him regret it. Still, this most certainly ranked second. What was more, he felt her entrance tighten behind the swell of his knot, hugging its back in a way that he normally only experienced with other dragons, a proper tie that clasped him fully. It only prolonged the peak of his pleasure.

Where normally he would have either collapsed atop the female or turned to stand proper watch while his essence continued to empty into her, he was quite fond of his current position. Instead, he carefully shuffled his hind legs until he could sit on his haunches, his balls still firmly pressed against the first hen's folds, feeling the second continue to milk him as the two females rubbed beaks and preened at one another's cheeks.

"Ooooh, Master, that was wonderful," the half-wolf hen chirped at him in draconic, giving a slight gasp when his maleness jumped inside of her. "Oh, my, does Master like being called Master in the proper tongue?"

"Yes, Master enjoys that quite a lot," the first gryphoness agreed. "And Master also quite enjoys breeding repeatedly. Master does not take very long to recover and can last for several rounds."

"That is most pleasing to know." The second hen craned her head to look up at him, clenching her tunnel along his length as her entrance rippled in the same way that her sister's had when they'd bred. "Would Master be so kind as to demonstrate?"

"Oh, Master most certainly would," the dragon agreed, leaning his head down to take her neck between his fangs and beginning to pound her again, knotted or no.

The End