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The white dragoness giggled as she staggered off the dance floor, her baby blue tipped wing feathers dragging on the ground some. Damn that was fun! Her long cobalt colored dress had loosened a bit as the drink and dance had gotten the better of her. The wedding reception had been nice but here she was really able to let loose and go wild. It would have been nice to have her husband here but work was a bitch when you're an important part of the company food chain.

Those fine feral hips swaggered back up to the tiki bar, its rim giving her something to lean on as she caught her breath. She didn't mind though, gave her a chance to mingle with the other vacationers and have some fun on her own. Having a ball and chain didn't mean it had to tie her down all the time- she thought with a smirk, lifting the drink she'd ordered to her lips and letting it slide down her throat to help cool the big girl. It didn't do a very good job at that, but it still made her feel good and that was all that mattered.

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The earthen-hued gryphon gives a slow bob of his head as he lets the club's music flow through his heavy, relaxed form, the place he'd taken on a couch near the back corner of the nightlife central - near one fairly ostentatious_tiki bar_, of all things - giving him a fairly unrestricted view of the floor as he glides his eyes up and down the dancing, swinging, clustered forms of the various quadrupeds crowding the club. This isn't his usual fare, the security professional tending to prefer the quiet of trawling smaller, seedier bars for his companions to this raucous affair, but he'd been told by a good friend that there was good game to be found here in these packed, noise-polluted messes.

Taking a sip of the gin he'd ordered to look gracious and inconspicuous, he almost missed the lithe, baby blue-clad form of the feathered...ah, dragoness... when she stumbles giggling up to the far end of the bar from him. His eyes are immediately drawn to her body as she sashays her haunches up to the counter and orders some frilly, fruity drink that is the fare of her sex, but what he really notices is the unsteady way she seems to hold herself, and he smirks as he smoothly stands from his prone position and saunters slowly over to her; drunken, easy prey. The perfect target~

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The prime female swings around, resting her back against the bar with drink left behind on the counter for the moment. The blue eyed beauty humms to the music, her long neck swinging back and forth slightly, and then a little more-so as she gets into the song. The inebriated girl doesn't feel any of the normal apprehension she might as she starts singing along with the song. Illana is no pop-star but, even drunk as she is, the melody is carried well.

The night closed in on them slowly but steadily while she was dancing, the fire-lit lanterns dotting the area flicker energetically. She's not sure what time it is, having resolved not to wear a watch or care about such things while on her honeymoon. The crowd had thinned a little, her glassy eyes notice. Won't be too much longer before there's no one left to dance with. Maybe she should get back out there for one more?

She squeaks and giggles as her forelimb is slower than her desires, the big girl nearly bowling over. Okay, okay... maybe she should sit this one out. For now!

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The avian bull pads slowly on through the thinning throng of people with a purposeful air to the casual movement, stopping here and there to chatter briefly with some of the patrons that stop to try their pickups on him so as to not arouse suspicion about his true target. His sensitive ears swivel around when he hears a light lilting, and he realizes that his quarry is singing along to the music, oblivious to what's coming, and he can't help but imagine what that voice would sound like squealing when he....well, best to quash those thoughts for now to avoid walking becoming difficult!

As he closes in on the other end of the bar, smirking wider as he watches her stumble drunkenly and giggle, he raps in the counter sharply and nods at a powerful, fruity drink behind the bartender's head, sliding the payment across as the worker busies himself, and it isn't long before he comes up onto the fine female's blind side and sidles up oppressively close to her, voice all cheer and good-nature. "Well hello there, little lady? I noticed you stumble there for a second - having fun tonight, I presume~?"

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She's no stranger to feathers, her own illustrious wings generously equipped with the. But the plumage that brushes against her is not her own this time. What a fine young lad! -she thinks, eyeing him over.

"Well hello to you too studfluffin! I don't remember seeing you before, where you been hiding all night?" She inquired with another giggle, her pearlescent hide nice and warm with is bulk leaning in. The fine female drags her wing out and lays it over him without a second of hesitation, hugging the stranger to her side as if that should answer his question.

He could already tell she was a happy drunk, probably one of those ones that would be amusing to play truth or dare with. The shape of her feminine form was hidden under that lovely dress but that didn't mean checking her out in the thin lacey black stockings that rode up her thighs or snug lingerie gloves wasn't worth the trip over all by itself.

"What do you call yourself stranger?" Chances are, she won't remember his name in the morning but she asked anyway.

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The gryph is sort of taken by surprise with how forward and friendly this female is for a second before regaining his composure with a smooth smile - most women he sidles on up to require a good deal more coaxing to even open up their mouths to speak! "Ahah, well, I've kinda just been sitting around, to be honest. I'm not much of a ­dancer myself, but my friends told me that getting out of my coop would be 'good for me' or summat."

He gestures nonspecifically toward the thinning crowd of revelers with a lazy flick of his wingtip as he scoops the small drink from the countertop and offers it to her. "As for a name? Well, my mother usually calls me 'Alejandro' over the phone when I haven't called for several months. But I suppose you can call me Kruze. Here, you seem to be a little low on the 'fun fluid' so I took the opportunity to buy you another. And don't worry," he takes a healthy gulp of the tangy drink before holding it out for her again, a smile on his beak. "I haven't done anything to it."

He takes the time in which she is sort of half listening to him to ogle her lacy stockings and form fitting dress. Goddess above, her form is lighting fires inside of him that he hasn't felt in months - he has to have her one way or the other.

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The loose dragoness' paws reach out and cradle the new beverage. Her other one was still half full but she's already forgotten about it. This new drink from a feathery friend is amazing.

"Awww! Thank you!" She coos, leaning over to lick his cheek. The act ruffles some feathers, the sloshed lady momentarily forgetting he's not a scaly stud. "Ooouh!" She perks, with a blink, reaching a paw out to smooth the area, before returning to her drink. Her long blue tongue slips out from her lips and dips into the cold beverage, lapping at it with no concern to how goofy it may look.

It's a good dozen or so slurps before her tongue is a little numb from the cold and alcohol, causing that cotton candy colored organ to swipe at her muzzle in large laps, her Mmmmn... of indulgence telling him how much she enjoyed your choice of drink. She's too drunk to tell its pineapple.

And she hates pineapple.

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The male watches her with almost rapturous attention as she gulps down the drink, his lammergeier eyes lock on her throat as it noisily gulps down the incredibly potent drink, and his pants feel like they tighten when she slithers the pale pink length of her tongue over her lips. He notices her absentmindedness about her previous drink, sitting completely forgotten, and reasons that it's time to take this somewhere a bit more private.

Pretending to be concerned for her growing tipsiness, the gryphon leans supportively over her and drapes his own wing over and around the feathery dragoness in a show of support, his beak coming in to rest under her muzzle 'supportively'. "Ahh, you look like you could use something to clear your head, my dear. Those last few seem to have been too powerful! I think there's a cool pond nearby, just past a line of foliage. I can lead you there; make sure nothing happens to you?"

He inwardly delights at the irony of that statement, himself. Nothing happening besides what he has planned for her, at least~!

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The poor thing has had little to eat and much to drink letting all that bubbly goodness go straight to her head. Her body sways as her floofy friend hugs up against her, helping lift her to her feet. Its slow progress getting her up and stable but progress all the same, the two beasts moving off on their own.

"You're so nice." She purrs in that perky ear of his, the fruity scent on her breath tickling his nares. "I think my husband would adore you." After all, the white dragoness adored him! She leans into that fine form- not too heavily, not wanting to be rude after all but it's not hard to get her away from the crowd. It's a nice change after hours of rhythm and energy to unwind a bit, the big girl letting him take her to a secluded spot to relax on.

The feel of her snout nuzzling into the back of his neck is quite nice, her breath puffing up his feathers some as she indulges in that alluring scent. It's hard not to enjoy his musky flavor what with it right there in front of her and he's such a nice little fella, she's sure he won't mind.

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The avian blinks slightly as she slurs out that sentence, his ears perking up slightly at the mention that this impressionable, easily guided female is married! Ahh, that just ratchets up his desire even further, now that he knows she's one of those few who are the forbidden of all fruits. His tongue slithers hungrily across his maw, out of her view on the other side of his beak just thinking about it! "Oh, your husband? Well, I'm sure we'd get along if I met him, indeed." He feels her inhale along his neck and grins knowingly, imagining the lungfuls of air taking in the overpowering musk of his undercoat.

He eases the two of them to a stop near a small pond he'd noticed on his way to the gathering earlier, the area enclosed by tight trees and dense shrubbery, lit only by the bright, pale glow of the half moon hanging balefully in the sky. He settles her down gently near the water and gives her a brush of his feathery neck up along her muzzle in encouragement...and to spread the heavy, intoxicating scent of his skin glands up along her nostrils so that every breath is tainted with the numbing smell of him. "Go ahead and drink, slowly now. I'll be back with a bit of food." Getting up and making off toward the small opening quickly, he rustles the foliage a bit as he closes off the obvious entryway before prowling slowly, quietly back over to his quarry, preparing the sudden change of attitude and circumstance that's going to befall this poor, delicious drake~

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The big girl had forgotten about her drink. For a fleeting moment she was worried about having stolen the poor bartender's glass before plopping down onto her flank with a pluff. Her sprawled form was delightful in its own right, those cute hind paws resting upon one another as she pressed her snout to the lip of the glass, lapping up the last of its contents.

The feral female could still hear the music off in the distance and hummed the tune lowly while thinking about her gryphon friend. Hard not to think about him, big burly buck like that, so nice and strong and helpful and things. Her cerulean tongue shimmered slightly in the low light from the alcohol as she stared blankly out over the pond, that fine thick tail flopping about behind her.

There was a sexual predator on the prowl but she didn't think anything of it, her thoughts drifting in and out of different subjects like a feather on the breeze. She stretched a wing out and brushed it against her face, her drunken imagination pretending it was him as she nuzzled into it.

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The male had slunk low and close, as his big feline heritage was able to grant him, near enough to smell the natural scent of a clean, relatively unspoiled female on the gentle breeze. Not quite in heat, but uninhibited by alcohol enough that her natural pheromones, unsuppressed by the natural tamp that females of all species keep on themselves, coast along the air into his nares and drive his lust to a boiling point. Now, it's time for his work to pay off.

Growling low in his throat, he bounds two loping strides to close the remaining distance to her and uses a fore claw to quickly roll her onto her back to disorient her. He steps in and crowds her body with his own massive bulk, chest pinning her forelegs between them to prevent her from getting any clever ideas. "Well well, I'm back, little dear. Miss me much? I hope not, I think I shall try extricate some form of repayment for all this trouble I've gone through to 'keep you safe' from the predations of so many people eyeing your fresh, young body on that dance floor all night!" He leans in and puffs a breath of hot, musky-breathed air into her face amusedly, his haunches settling down between her hinds quite rudely to punctuate his statement. "After all, I think I should get something for protecting you and keeping you safe for you precious husband, hmm?"

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She's not even paying attention, the fancy female easy prey indeed as the wicked male pounces upon her, tussling her about. Her confused and disoriented mind doesn't react fast enough to stop him from making himself comfortable along her belly, his paws pinning her wings to the ground while his fine bulk keeps her in line. Her wide eyes take a moment to focus before she fully recognizes the friendly gryph she met earlier. When her form relaxes a little, it makes slipping himself between those spread hinds to make himself comfortable quite easy.

She huffs, her swimming mind trying to remember what he was on about... protecting... her...? Her black mane prickles a little as he moves in, spreading his scent over the claimed female's body. Her dress will simply reek of it soon.

"Mmlaah..." She exhales and stretches her neck out, bringing her nose in close to that earthly plumage. So nice... "Big protector..." She purrs absentmindedly. "Should thank you." She nods, rubbing her snout tip into those silky feathers.

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The frown that curls the males mouth doesn't quite last more than a second as he realizes that the hopelessly drunken girl had no idea of the admittedly fairly malicious intentions he had for her - she had merely babbled a bit and nestled herself almost wantonly against his body, Spirits sake! He huffs and gives a slight grind between her hinds with his haunches, the ludicrously thick bulge of the male's clothed arousal beneath his light pants pressing insistently against her lower belly as he does so.

"Yes, that's right! You never know what those devious minds could be waiting for with a vulnerable girl slowly getting more and more drunk right in front of their eyes, making herself an unfortunately easy target! I noticed them and swooped in just in time, it seems!" He leans in to lap affectionately at her neck as he talks, hoping to keep her brain a muddled, soaked mess of drunken confusion with his long, rambling sentences as he settled in. "I think that showing appreciation is in order for my heroism, yes? Perhaps I can...sample, some of you for myself? I won't do anything permanent, I promise, and I'm sure your husband wouldn't mind in the slightest if he knew what I'd saved you from!"

It was a terrible argument and a bold faced lie - he quite planned to pump this slutty little bride full of his pups and leave her and her unfortunate husband to deal with the consequences - but he was quite counting on this drunken hen not being able to string more than a few of his words together out of all of that! And if she did, well...how could she possibly deny him? He reaches between them to caress and undo the fly of his feral trousers, scooping the musk-stinking barrel of his barbed, long feral shaft from its trapped confines, large, watermelon balls uncompressing and following suit to hang low against her belly, stinking up her delicate clothing and filling the air with the pungent aroma of gryphon bull.

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She giggles at his heroic antics, her pinned paws flittering with his chest feathers. Her cheeks warm a little but it takes a moment for her to realize why. The big bird shifting around, the vulnerable female feeling the lump of gryphon dick in his pants and it isn't until he starts shifting it around that she seems to realize why she's all huff and flush.

"Oh, is that a snake in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Her head plops back onto the ground, that cute little tongue sticking out of her maw. She doesn't try to stop him as the big bird reveals himself in full, that grand bulk keeping her in the dark at the sight of the bare breeding rod eager to burry itself into the naked channel between her legs.

As the big bird lays himself back onto her, the much more defined shape of that mast weighs down her dress, only that thin fabric separating her dangerously vulnerable vent from his raw virility. He can see a bit of the realization of her situation dawning on her, its slow and muddled, the poor girl dryly licking her lips as she tries to work through what's going on.

It didn't help that she was wearing a pair of crotchless panties to cover the petals of her receptive baby blue sex. Well... it didn't help her... She wore them for her husband but it didn't seem like he was going to be the one enjoying them.

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The gryphon feels the warmth of that oh so empty vent pressing against the massive bulk of his tool from beneath the sheer thin fabric of her little dress, and the delicious satisfaction of seeing the inklings of what is truly going on spark in the depths of her increasingly confused eyes makes him throb with need against her warm belly.

"Aaaah, there it is, now you're realizing what I'm actually saying!" He gives a light chuckle and hitches a claw under her dress as he brings his claw back up from between them - the resultant motion slicing her dress in twain as his claw passes over it, and baring her scantily clad crotchless lingerie to the cool open air...and the full, naked, hot weight of his throbbing masculinity resting its warm belly against the vent of her sex.

"Come now, my little dear! I'm sure there's no harm in having a little fun, yes? I daresay that, with your age, it's your honeymoon or some such?" He lets the question hang in the air as he grinds against her petals with abandon.

"Just one simple roll in the grass, beautiful. Your hubby will be none the wiser, you get a real man under your tail and between your hinds, and you could repay a handsome lad well for his saving of you quite nicely. So what do you say, hmm?" He leans in and purrs those words into her ear, sliding forward on a grind until his frankly _massive_nuts plop against her vulnerable little sex.

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Illana isn't a bad girl; loving of her fiancé and faithful to her husband but the big brute is nothing if not _convincing_with this fine little thing. Her ears flex at the sound of her dress, just a single slice from just above her belly down to her crotch but its more than enough to expose that raw naked vent to the cold, cruel air. Like the 'gentleman' he is, the frisky male sliiiides right up against her bare undertail, covering her modesty with his own hot, heavy body in a way that makes her toes curl. Her breath escapes in a fruity huff, tensing a little as that slimy shaft leaves a smear of lust across her belly in the process, as if the dirty bird were measuring just how far he could get inside her.

"Nuuahh..." She exhales, at conflict. Fuck she wants him, the big brutish male pushing her buttons, teasing her with the promise of a night to remember, reminding her it's just a little harmless fun.

Her paws grab fistfuls of your chest feathers as you saw against her cleft, torturing the newlywed with the thrill of a secret adulterous little romp. Another conflicted little noise of want escapes her throat as a kiss of her aroused nectar lingers on those heavy, laden orbs. It wasn't a yes, per-say but it certainly wasn't a no. She was clearly torn, the ring her husband had given her just days ago hidden inside the plumage of another male pressed hungrily against her body.

It wouldn't take much more to push her over the edge...

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The gryphon can practically measure the breakdown of her confused resolve as he touches the small little buttons inherent in every female he's 'come across' , assuring them that it was just some fun, they weren't betraying anyone, etcetera, as he lets them feel every kilo of his powerful, brutality-through-genetics built form.

His paws knead soothingly at her wingbases as she whines and struggles with her own feelings beneath him, the avian leaning in to coo into her ear encouragingly as he sliiiides his fat cumtanks up her slit and over the nubby of her clit, the thick, wiry fur of his ball trail tickling and sliding over her most sensitive place as he lets his broad cock head intrude pungently into her thoughts, his chest coming up and showing off just how far he'd go into her belly and womb once she let him in.

"Besides, my dear, we're not even the same species... I'm certain that even if I didn't pull out by accident, nothing would happen! Come now, would you really give up this last opportunity before you're well and sure locked to your mate, hmm?"

He chuckles again and pulls back, smearing the pre-drizzling tip of his cock against the entrance of her sex. "One last adventurous, cross species romp to mark the end of a chapter in your life, eh?"

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She shouldn't do this, she knew that deep inside. The recently wed dragoness should politely decline or push him off and run, cry out for help if she needed. But Kruze knew how to make her squirm, how to get a drunken hen to doubt herself, to make that hot, wanting body squirm with a primal, carnal need. Her heart was racing in her chest already, tail curling and uncurling erratically.

The touch of his tip against her flower set her over, her body arching wantingly. Those silky soft lips kissed him as she gasped at the shuddering sensation. Her talons weaved through his feathers, up to that powerful chest- not to stop him but to brace him as he touched her. Her head lifted, looking down their feral bodies, catching only a glimpse of what was happening between her legs, letting out a moan.

It was alright, no harm... he didn't have to know- she thought, mimicking the feathery male's words.

The tension in those powerful hinds relaxed a little, the big girl spreading herself for him, inviting the dirty bird into the married hen and offering her husband's pussy to another male. The look in eyes was torn but her body knew what it wanted as it opened her devout little cunt up to that hung home wrecker between his legs. She trembled, a shallow breath escaping her lips full of fear and sinful excitement at the thrill he represented.

There would be no going back after this.

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It was the moment her hinds relaxed against the press of his haunches that he knew that he was very victorious, and that the forbidden treasure of a freshly married, unspoiled dragonhen was laying drunken and needy beneath the gryphon, waiting anxiously for him to plumb her depths in the sinful act of infidelity he'd so carefully coaxed her into.

Kruze celebrates his triumph with a possessive, powerful huff of air and parts his beak around the newly wed female's muzzle, tongue probing powerfully past her lips and coiling with her own, the taste of him filling her mouth. At the same time, with a smooth, callously casual roll of his haunches, the bullgryph punches the tapered tip of his colossal wifestealer past that last defense and hungrily begins to bury his dirty, womb-breaking length deep into the feral female's deliciously welcoming cunt.

The delightful warmth that envelops him nearly makes his wings tremble with need. The carnal lust roaring through his veins hasn't graced him since the time he impregnated another poor, drunken dragonhen on the back of a filthy alleyway dumpster, and he relishes in the feeling of violating the sanctity of this little slut's fresh marriage as he bottoms out against his sheath, huge testicles sliding up on either side of her tail and puddling against her undertail.

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The motion he makes to enter her at both ends makes her eyes widen, the pleasured gasp stolen from her lips as that frisky beak envelopes her own in a sloppy feral kiss. Inch after beautiful inch slips inside those naked henparts, his proximity pressing his thighs against her hinds, lifting her up into a delightfully fuckable position. He can feel the tension in her as he buries his cockflesh deep into her unfaithful cunny, forcing this good girl open nice and wide for him.

Her paws still brace against you, even as that fat prick lodges itself casually right up against her inner chamber, rubbing his scent all over and inside her with that drizzling tool. Her trembling breath is hot and laced with uncertainty but that makes it all the more exciting. Oh she knows this is wrong, knows she shouldn't be doing this... but she also knows how damn good it feels too... That might change soon with those greedy barbs digging deep into her sloppy little sex.

But, right now, that aching stretch on cheating pussy, the feel of his feathers between her talons, the weight of those monstrous orbs on her tailbase... The drunken hen kisses back. It's certainly not the best kiss he's ever had but feeling this dirty hen give up and give in to her baser desires is still quite a pleasing kick.

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The reciprocated kiss, while sloppy and tinged with the scent and taste of fruity ethanol, bespeaks to the utter give she releases into the moment, the massive gryphon's satisfaction radiating out through his body as he wallows in the heady joy of crushing this fresh, fine female's inhibitions beneath the iron grip of his manipulative will.

His spire saws back out of her needy, cheating channel with rather more resistance than he had going into this adulterous slut, the nubby little barb flesh ringing his cock by the dozens catching hungrily on any centimeter of cunt flesh they can get at and scraping their way not-so-painfully out as his massive hips roll back and drop forward, re-sheathing his wifebreaker into her body so that he can just repeat the process over again.

After a few good thrusts to get his newfound hen warmed up for him, he pulls his beak from her sloppily kissing muzzle and shifts his bulk against hers until her hindquarters are lifted up slightly off of the ground, meat throbbing staccato against her insides and jutting rudely against her innermost barrier as he slams brutally into her and settles on down to actually fucking the shit out of his new toy.

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The gooey string of saliva that lingers on your beak tip connects the two busy ferals for a moment longer before it breaks, adding a line of lust to her lips. A nice slooow drag of that meaty mast gives her only a slight indication of what she's in for. The act causes her insides to clench up again, making his withdrawal more tender for her but all the more sinfully satisfying for him. Those delicate blue pussy folds tug outward as that cockhead teases an exit only to slip back down into that woefully empty channel between her legs.

Her paws flex as he bottoms out again, gripping him, and then a third time as the dirty bird takes liberties with the unfaithful hen beneath him. She can vividly feel the kiss of his cocktip against her inner barrier as he rides home in her again, rolling that lovely pristine ass up so he can better indulge their carnal pastime. Soon enough that muscular spear gets those tight egg-laying muscles of her to relax enough to let him have his way with her and he seems to have no reservations about showing this married mare a 'good' time.

It's absolutely beautiful too, watching her body bounce beneath him in that cute little dress of hers, legs in the air wobbling back and forth as that greasy cockflesh plows deep into her naked channel. Her muzzle hangs agape, the feathery drake pounding out worried little huffs and moans from her cute muzzle as that dangerous gryphon dick scratches a regular rhythm of micro-orgasms out of the fine hen. Her little nuunfh's and gasps make the juicy sound of sloppy feral sex all the more real. They were noises her husband had never gotten out of her before...

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Kruze relishes in the needy, huffing vocalizations that his soon-to-be clutchmother huffs out of her throat as he pounds away between her hind legs with reckless abandon, each puff of air an encouragement to never falter, never ease the relentless pounding of his hips into her adulterous, cock-hungry cunt. He slathers his dirty, gin-soaked tongue over the curve of his beak as he feels her body ripple and vice erratically around his plundering, slimy cock, and he raises himself above her proudly and watches her bounce around beneath him to the staccato slap of their soaked, sloppy nethers together.

The burning need of their bodies, overheating the air surrounding them, raising the sexual stink of two very horny creatures across the whole of the clearing, can almost be seen in the hot steam of their exerted huffing, the gryphon coming back down after a few more moments and capturing her drunken, lazy muzzle in his beak again and slithering his tongue around hers for another filthy, sloppy kiss to merge with the erotic sensation of plundering deep within her betrothed pussy.

The kiss doesn't last very long this time, however, as he pulls back and laps messily up along her throat and jawline possessively before muttering into her ear. "Listen to you, lass - your body is practically begging for me to bury my cock into you! See? No harm done, and you get to enjoy the attentions of a true, gifted male one last time before he takes you." He chuckles and bottoms out for a moment to savor the feeling of her greedy, traitorous body trying to pull him deeper, balls slimy with her nectar dragging up along her tail as he does so. "But he will never satisfy you like I will tonight, my dear friend...~"

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The smooth sensation of that log of cockflesh gliding carelessly between her fleshy blue folds helps melt away the divine scraping nip of those wicked barbs as they work her insides. The big gryph can see the vague outline of his impressive spear as it grinds back and forth within her, that taut little tummy of hers taking his greedy girth like a champ. The delicate barrier that guards her eggchamber bows inward from the aggressive pursuit of the devious male atop her creating a delectable soreness between her legs.

She might be able to see what he was doing to her too if he didn't lean down and steal her muzzle with his beak once more, this kiss coming with a much more rigorous bounce as those powerful feral hips pound away at her married pussy throughout the dance of tongues. The naughty bird can tell she's given up on her husband 'rescuing' her by the way she kisses back, her hot breath exhaling in pleasured huffs. Her forepaws cling to your fore shoulders as the two engage once again, the gleam of the ring of her finger dull in the moonlight.

The feather winged female is still plastered out of her mind but its hot seeing the way she blushes at his comment. Maybe tomorrow while she's standing in the shower trying to wash the still-gooey gryphon cum out of her cunt, she'll be able to convince herself her husband is still the superior lover. It won't be true. She'll know it then creeping in the back of her mind just like she knows it now, laying there letting the some stranger fuck her bareback like this. And nor will it be possible to wash his scent off her- not with the way those oh-so vulnerable little ovaries of hers are responding to those devilish barbs of his...

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The gryphon catches the dull glint of the female's wedding band out of the corner of his eye, and the extra knowledge that she is indeed some other male's wife sends yet another electric thrill through his body as he increases his pace to a blinding slap of his muscular haunches between her bouncing hind legs. He's felt the numerous micro-climaxes he's given her with the scrape of his barbs against her tender, receptive sexflesh, and he gives her a flex and snarl as he purposefully digs the wicked nubs deep into her folds to work her ovaries into overtime.

Leaning in to her ear even further as he takes his pleasure from her alcohol soaked body, the male purrs his satisfaction into her ear as he prepares to inform her of the unfortunate truth he'd been sidestepping in his previous comments while trying to convince her to give her pussy up to him without a struggle. "Yes, I can feel you desperately trying to convince yourself that you'll be able to be satisfied by your husband after me, perhaps while you're scooping my goopy, pungent cum from your pussy in the shower tomorrow. But it'll never leave you, my dear." A hard thrust to punctuate. "Every time he slides into his wife, all she'll be able to think about is that she wishes his cock were mine. But...who knows? Perhaps you'll be able to fake it enough to get by." He chuckles and gives her a pleasured grunt as one of his thrusts rams his pointed cocktip into her cervix and causes a hot splatter of precum to lance across the walls of her innermost chamber.

"But I know something that you both will never forget. Call it a late wedding gift from a new friend." He laps his tongue along the curve of her ear before continuing. "Remember when I said that we weren't compatible? Ahhh, well..." She can hear the malicious glee begin to tinge his voice as he speaks these final words. "I lied." And with that, he bears his weight down on her and begins to take long, deep strokes of his egg-coaxing dick in and out of her body, urging himself closer and closer to the inevitably messy finish.

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Her body shudders beneath you, a delicious clench of her egg-laying muscles just as he begins slotting himself back inside to tenderize those poor raw insides of hers. Oh heavens, the poor liquored girl can't tell where she ends and he begins, which aching throb between those spread hinds is hers and which is log of male meat stuffed inside her. Another gasping shiver trembles down her spine as the big beast leans in, whispering dirty things in her ear, burning the night into her memory. She might not remember the details but she won't forget him.

She might have to fake it for her husband but there's no doubt the powerful contractions that ripple through her form just then are very real and very much compliments of her new friend. Her glossy pleasure glazed eyes slip closed as he teases her while fucking her, sliiiiding that dangerous tongue across the curve of her ear like that. And then the egregious drake comes clean, telling her of what that precious little womb of hers is in for as he doubles the effort to make a mess at the same time.

He could see the flutter of confusion and uncertainty, too many sensations and emotions burning through her body to think clearly. But it's too late anyway way as her ripe, dangerously receptive little womb feels the first shlop of precum splatter against her fertile shores. He's been plucking at the heartstrings of her reproductive tract for long enough to get those aching ovaries to open up nice and wide- just like her pretty legs. And those heavy milk laden spheres slapping up against her ass churn eagerly to give this cheating hen a whole collection of swelling little gifts for her to bear.

And if that ripe, alluring scent between her legs was any indication, there were quite a few unexpected gifts to give her indeed!

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Kruze drives himself feverishly into the confused, oversensitive hen beneath him, his tail arched high and stiff as he sloshes deep between the folds of the cheating dragoness he'd essentially captured with honeyed words to her soaked senses. His nerves are electric with his lust, and he desires nothing more than to push himself over that razor's edge into the fruitful throes of a massive, satisfying climax.

His breathing is heavy, feral huffs that brush small bits of earth and leaves away from her head as he labors his body into hers unstoppably, a sexual juggernaut that her ripe, begging, drunken body is almost powerless to stop, if she even wanted him to! Nearing his climax, he slows his pace down to haunch-bruising thrusts from cockhead to sheath-base, balls spanking up against her soaked undertail as he rakes his barbs victoriously once...twice...thrice more across the abused flesh of her unfamiliar insides before slamming himself into her unfaithful cocksocket of a pussy - and his head fully & firmly past the weak, battered barrier of her cervix - and letting go.

His head snaps up into the air and he screeches a victorious caw into the cool night air, heedless of the noise he is making as his wings snap wide open to their full, glorious expanse and curl, trembling from the effort, over the two of them to hood dominantly over his claim. His fat, churning nuts chinch up several inches against his muscular, bulging taint and, with a delightfully filthy sounding slursh, the first thick, cockbelly distending burst of gryphon seed is sent powering down the fuckpipe of his meat.

The first shot is a six second long, stinging-warm jet of hyper virile birdseed that the gryphon drops his head and grunts along with as he ever so casually lances the goopy, slimy rope of baby batter to sling across the walls of her womb like the dirtiest, most adulterous coating of frosting the world may ever know. Successive shots follow quickly, and his orgasm devolves into a grinding, glorping, messy affair that sends thick rivulets of stinking spunk drooling out and down her smooth, white belly and ass as the gryphon's balls work to help him hornily piss an almost continuous stream of his gunky cum into her slowly swelling womb. This hen's first babies were his, and there was nothing that she or her pitiful husband could do about it~

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It's hard for the drunken hen to argue, her head swimming in a puddle of alcohol and lust. And Kruze seems happy to let her have her moment of delectable warmth, the devious drake squeeeezing his fat cockflesh right up into that treacherously unprotected little womb of hers. Feeling those flared, prickling barbs caress her fleshy folds makes her shudder; the wicked drake fucking her through one orgasm and right into another.

Feeling her cum on his cock again even after being told her cheating cunt was about to be filled with his chicks was delicious. Oh heavens she can feel it happen too, feel those swollen orbs squeeze up against the base of her tail, feel that cum delivering vein bulge out, feel the hot whitewashing of her naked eggchamber as the feral feathered feline casually pisses cum into her cunt. Her claws squeeze around your limbs at the overwhelming sensation; there will be some plumage that needs preened in the morning no doubt.

All this work is just in service of a few moments of pleasure but hells alive does it feel amazing to drain his balls into her adulterous cunt. Knowing those swarms of little swimmers were eagerly squirming up her oviducts, digging deep into all those hard to reach cracks and crevices to knock up this little hen as hard as he could... And, with as virile as this gryphonbull was, she'd be waddling around with a hefty clutch in a few months.

Not that he'd be around to see it of course, tonight was probably the last time he'd see that cum-swollen gut of hers, the newlywed hen would be back to her husband, trying to figure out how to salvage all the bad decisions she'd made the night before. But, in the moment, feeling the searing heat of his sperm slapping against her insides like that, feeling him above her, howling in satisfaction of having dumped a clutch into another fine white dragoness...

She wouldn't remember his name but she'd remember that night for the rest of her life.