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Mahiri always met interesting people when she was travelling. Just because it was work related didn't mean she couldn't have some fun. Her interview guest the next afternoon promised to be an interesting one, and she had some time to kill until then. The hotel bar was as good a place to spend her night as any. She always was a late night kind of cat, content to soak up the soft jazz and get herself a little buzzed. It was while she took another sip of a rich red wine that she felt the first hint that it wasn't going to be a relaxing kind of evening for her.

She had no idea what was setting her off like that. A little pang of something made her clench, made her flex her thighs and twitch her tail. Her carefree expression turned to something more tense as she pressed a fang down on her dark lower lip. Danger? No. More pleasant than that. Heat? It wasn't the time for that at all, though in truth she never really was sure when she was due for another bout of soaking wet primal need. Usually, she was at home, safely able to control when she went out and who she was around when she was in such a decadently vulnerable state. Not that night.

It wasn't until she looked up from the bar and swivelled around in her seat that she actually spotted the obvious source of her body's reaction. A gryphon had just walked in. That was cause for her attention anytime. She always did have a weakness for the feathered types. But he was more than just another gryph. A good look over the well-dressed avian, tall to the point of towering, wrapped snug in a well-tailored suit that highlighted his sturdy figure, adorned with striking silver-black plumage ensured she spiralled deeply into those instinctual desires. She could almost immediately feel herself growing intensely soaked just to scan up and down the handsome bird who so casually made his way over to a booth, spreading his great wings out wide across the whole thing as if he owned the place.

She was supposed to be there on business. As far as her lewd blogging counted as that, anyway. She had work to do the next day. Not to mention, she was almost absolutely certain that any sort of prolonged encounter with him was going to end in her carrying one or several quarter-gryphs, so to speak. No, as immediately attractive as she might have found him, she needed to turn her attention away and just get through the night, no matter how much her inner ache might have screamed at her about it. Besides, she didn't even know if he felt the same way about her. Was he even - oh, he was definitely looking, she swiftly realized as she stole just one more glance his way.

There was no mistaking that golden-eyed glare. He tilted his beak down a little just to seductively cast that gaze over his arched beak. It's enough to make anyone feel as small as a mouse, as intimidating as it is immensely arousing. Oh, god, she was drenched. Her panties clung to her pussy lips beneath that casual black dress of hers. She needed to get out of there, or she was going to go feral and make some kind of mistake that would feel ever so good while she was making it. The only problem was, unless she was about to fling herself out the fire exit, she had to go right past him to make her way to the door.

The drinks were already on her room bill. All she had to do was slip out without making too much of a scene. Cats like her were good at going unnoticed, but she couldn't exactly be sneaky when he was looking right at her, fully alerted to her presence. Still, she was going to start yowling if she sat there coated in her own lust for any longer, and that wouldn't have helped matters. Up she got, shuffling along, trying to move quietly for some reason. In the effort to remain inconspicuous, she was probably as conspicuous as possible. She kept her emeralds pointed to the floor, just watching one paw follow the other, but as much as she tried to ignore him along the way, she couldn't move through him.

He made a wall of himself, wings outstretched, blanketing his surroundings in a masculine gryph-scent that was enough to stop her in her tracks if his bulk hadn't already. She was completely cut off from the door. Looking up at him, she saw a confident expression on his beak, and perhaps an aggressive stare pointing right towards her. He wasn't trying to seduce her. He was trying to catch her. They both knew she was as good as bred if he managed to get his talons on her. The constant cocktail of pheromones she was putting into the air was turning plenty of heads, but they turned back to whatever they were doing as they watched the hulking gryphon slowly back the horny cat into a corner.

"Hey kitty," he simply rumbled, adding some feline intonation to his introduction. "Name's Kruze."

"I really have to be going ..." she muttered, blending her words together.

She probably sounded drunk, rather than intoxicated by the rising desire that blossomed within her the longer she marinated in his potent presence. Part of her wanted so badly to just stop and shove her face in his feathers so she could take a sniff of his immensely enticing essence. She hoped he didn't see her purse her lips to keep from ever so slightly drooling. The situation was growing desperate. She had to be out of there immediately, but when she tried to dodge past him, he just held his arm out to block her passage.

"Don't be silly. I know the scent of a feline in heat when I catch it. That's some serious need you've got brewing, isn't it? I think you'd better come have a look at my room before you regret it."

She barely looked at him, knowing she would have so easily fallen under his spell if she met his gaze for too long. His size meant she could squeeze past him if she was quick enough. He made a half-hearted grab for her as she ducked under his outstretched arm and wing alike, then just turned to calmly, slowly follow her while she rushed off to the elevator so she could return to her room and forget about the whole thing. Well, forget about it once she was done furiously masturbating herself to a juicy finish while thinking about what could have been, anyway.

"Oh, do you want me to chase you a little? I know how kinky you are. I've read your words, Mahiri."

She blushed hotly when she realized he was a fan, so to speak. It wasn't her first time being recognized in public, but it didn't happen often. She was relatively small, as far as writers went. Still, knowing he was familiar with her work had the silly effect of making her consider just giving in to him all the more. But no, she'd managed to make it through plenty of heats before without becoming a mom again, and she had no plans to break her streak. Hurriedly calling for the elevator, she grit her teeth as she watched it slowly counting down from one of the high floors. There was plenty of time for him to walk right up behind her and simply loom, not even having to touch her to keep her totally under his control. She had no choice but to step past the sliding doors before her when they finally opened, and allow him to blanket her in his presence as he followed her into the elevator, cornering her with his thick mass.

He didn't even give her a chance to get to the controls. Instead, he reached back and stabbed a button with a talon. It was distinctly not the one for her floor. The elevator doors closed behind him, trapping him in a veritable hotbox of gryphon scent, wafting straight to her mind as she took a little more of him in with every breath. He never went so far as to outright grab her, instead just lingering ever so close, letting her bask in the absolute presence of his studly form. His wings ensured her escape routes were effectively blocked, on the other hand. She didn't say a word, fighting that increasingly desperate inner battle to keep herself from just falling into his arms, utterly devoted in an instant. Soon, it didn't matter how resilient she was to his unspoken seduction. The choice was no longer hers.

The moment they arrived at what was presumably his floor and the doors rolled open, he snatched her. He wasn't gentle. She felt his talons digging into her bare shoulders as he hauled her right out of the elevator. The shock of his sudden roughness was enough to trigger her fight or flight instinct, and with the latter ruled out by his iron grip, she was just going to have to fight. She could make plenty of feline fuss, mrowling and even snarling at him while he overpowered her, dragging her down the hall, kicking and clawing. She managed to get a few scratches on his well, maybe ruffle his feathers a little, but he pulled her along just the same, letting her paws drag along the red carpet of the empty hotel hallway.

"You're coming with me, cat. Let's get you bred so you can stop all your mewling."

At no point did she ever outright say no. She certainly made it difficult for him, though. Eventually, he had to stop to swipe his card and unlock the door to his room, which meant he only had one hand to work with. He solved that by simply tucking her into his underarm, clutching her close to his hip like a gym bag with her arms and legs flailing through the air all the while. It was all so effortless for him. The card reader beeped and he threw the door open to reveal a hotel room like all the others, with a king-sized bed perfect for tossing her onto. Except he didn't even make it that far. As soon as he slammed the door closed behind them, he simply dropped her to the floor and powerfully pounced her before she could crawl away.

"Ah! Big dumb bird brute ..." she grumbled as he simply sat atop her, lowering half his weight or so onto her chest.

"Mmhmm. Big dumb bird brute you're gonna learn to worship," he firmly said, all but glowing with the confidence that he was absolutely right about that.

She'd see about that. Her tits made for good pillows, but it was hard to breathe like that. Not that he made it much easier when he leaned forward. She felt his talons sweeping through her hair as he took a harsh handful of her brightly dyed locks. He was going to rip some of it right out if he kept handling her like that. It hurt. In the way she liked. He probably knew that. With that grip, he easily shoved her face right in his crotch, letting her muzzle smack against the bulge in his slacks. Even with the fabric in the way, she was already getting a thicker dose of his impeccably seductive gryphon scent. The first gasp of surprise she gave when she felt the impact was enough to ensure she was inescapably intoxicated with the potently raunchy catbird musk - the sort that wasn't quite dirty so much as it was simply naturally, perpetually hot to the point of melting her mind just a little more every time she swallowed it.

"Everyone knows what a gryphslut you are, Mahiri," he teased. "All those late-night chirps online, wanting to just be swooped up. Well, now's your chance."

Despite how absolutely right he was, she didn't stop acting like he was absolutely violating her. It was partly because it was more fun that way, and partly just an adrenaline-fuelled instinctual reaction. She shoved at his thighs, trying to simply overpower him, but it was like moving a mountain. Neither could she squirm out from under him with how firmly he was shoving his slack-clad nuts right in her face. He was already loosening his tie with one hand while he rolled his hips and humped her muzzle, grinding harshly from her chin, to her lips, to her nose where he lingered for a time until she simply had no choice but to suck in a breath potent with his temporarily confined pheromones. They were soon utterly swimming through her mind, invading her, leaving her thoughts skipping a beat, her inner words colliding with one another until she could only offer a muffled mewl of protest. It was like she'd forgotten how to growl while she bathed in pure gryphon.

If she thought that silver-streak of concentrated catbird scent was powerful then, it was only going to get richer. He casually rubbed himself firm on her face, staining her with his mark while he stripped from his top layers. A shrug of the dark blazer from his shoulders, pulling it over his wings, a toss of his tie, and then he was onto the buttons of his shirt. The thick plumage of his muscled chest drew her eye between thumping hump-strokes, as did the definition of his arms, his abs. That bird was built, nestled shirtlessly on her squirming body, utterly smothering her in the tightly-outlined nuts while his sheath filled out across her nose. God, everything was just massive. She wasn't even sure she could take all that, even if he was gentle. And he certainly wasn't going to be.

"Stop your complaining and just sniff, cat. You're just wasting your time struggling like that. I'm not getting off of you until you do."

To emphasize his point, he thumped down hard on her face, teabagging her with his bulge while he ground that potent cocktail of masculine feline and avian right into her flared nostrils. She was left flinching, shuddering as he absolutely rocked her senses with his potent aroma. Her eyes watered. Her chest was starting to burn from the lack of actual air that wasn't utterly gryph-tainted. She was just going to have to huff and snort or she was going to pass out. And she was pretty sure if she did, she was going to wake up knocked up. At least awake she had a fighting chance. Desperate for air, she took a few deep breaths right between his burly thighs, sucking down the damning dose of the very scent that was going to wash away her every last inhibition if she remained exposed too long. He just smelled that good.

"Yeaah, that's better. Look at you, getting that smell in your brain. You want the real thing, don't you?"

He grinned beakily down at her while he harshly humped her face. The only thing that could slow his dominant pace was the process of unzipping. After a swift unbuckling, all but tore himself out of those expensive bottoms. The force of his stripping let his half-firmed cock flop right down on her face with a lewd plap, a potent preview of the slapping to come. She yelped as it smacked her on the nose, and then fell to soft mewling as she caught its pent up power, an eye-watering stink in the best of possible ways. It made her choke, made her breath stop short in her throat, just as it made her salivate and soak her sex in a fresh layer of heated juices that glistened right through her translucently wet panties. It was going to be difficult to peel those off of her when the time came.

"Clean that thing up with your tingly tongue. I wanna feel that texture," he gently commanded, only to get much more firm with a sudden snatch of her hair, talons pressed firmly to her skull. "Do it."

There was enough of a threat in those two words that she felt intimidated by what might have happened if she hesitated. That, and the first huff of his unsheathed raunch was enough to make her want to just facefuck herself down on that swelling shaft. Her textured tongue mingled well with the soft feline nubs that decorated his thickening cock. She reached out and generously slurped it, taking her first sample that started near the slowly swelling knot popping free of his plump sheath, working her way up towards the leaking tip.

Her entire palate was utterly coated in a clinging layer of his essence, and she only got further indicated when she swiped up the healthy dab of pre trickling from that flexing cockslit. It made her shiver as the taste sent a tingle down her spine and activated her every salivary gland at once. As soon as she licked it up, he pumped out another spurt, another gob of the tongue-searing stuff oozed out, thick and potent, probably already packed with enough gryph sperm to knock her up if it splashed anywhere near her drenched cat cunt.

It was so utterly, primevally overpowering that one lick was enough to leave her stupefied. He wasn't going to let her get away with stopping there. A tug of her hair and he dragged her face down his bare dick, letting those barbs catch against his skin as she went. Eventually he got her nose right between those two gorgeously plump gryph nuts, smothering her between them and the base of his fattening knot. That bulge at the bottom of his dick was only getting thicker the more she made him throb, and she was trapped beneath her, her nose stuck right in one of the mostly devastatingly musky parts of his whole body, guzzling the accumulated bird-spice with every shuddering, increasingly shattered breath.

"God, I can feel you drooling, slut. I bet your pussy's flooded by now. You wanna be my good little hen so bad, don't you?"

There was still some part of her that was pushing back at him, still caught up in a state of constant squirming, but she was just so utterly dazed by everything he was doing to her she didn't have a good response. Her body certainly did, though. At the mere mention of breeding with her, her sex gave a slick clench, squeezing the excess juices from within her, nearly squirting right then and there. He was everything she liked in a gryphon, and he wanted her just as much as she wanted him, but she still wasn't going to stop making a scene about the whole thing until he'd completely removed her ability to fuss. Which was well on the way, if she stayed smothered in his concentrated nut-musk for much longer.

He slowly humped her, sliding his fat cock up between her flattened ears while he clutched her tight. Those massive balls slapped against her mouth and chin a few times, leaving a silhouette of sweat, matting her fur and whiskers down with gryphstink, hammering it into her nose and tastebuds alike. She was going to taste him every time she swallowed, every time she took even the most shallow of breaths for the foreseeable future. There was no washing that out, nor getting it out of her mind. His musk was intertwined with her thoughts, picking away at everything that made her a proud, feisty leopardess, overwriting her dignity until all impulses turned towards being his.

"I wanna see this precious kitty sucking my nuts. A good gryph-bitch like you will do that for me, won't you?"

It wasn't an offer. He relinquished his grip upon her hair to instead take her suddenly by the throat, gripping just tightly enough to cut off any mewls or snarls alike she might have given in protest. He didn't strangle her, just choked her a little. Pressing a thumb between her lips, he roughly pried her jaws open, holding it there against her slight resistance. She didn't fight him too hard, not when he was holding her in such a vulnerable way. Instead, she just let her tongue serve as the welcome mat for his plunging nuts as he dipped down down, one by one, basting them in her drool as he worked them between her black lips, dipping them like teabags.

Sucking on them just came naturally. She couldn't quite fit her mouth fully around those jawbreakers, but she nursed and kneaded then as much as she possibly could, draining their flavour right down her throat until she was thoroughly stained with studgryph, inside and out. His precum just got thicker and thicker while she worked, audibly splatting down just above her head when it didn't just soak into her splayed out hair. That was just one more layer of his mark being left on her. She might have fallen fully under his spell with just a few more moments spent dunking his nuts into her mouth one at a time, but he moved suddenly from that position just as she was starting to truly descend into total gryph-lusting depravity.

The blow was unexpected. A sharp, firm backhand slap to her cheek stunned her as much as it shook her from her musk-dumb state. It was a harsh reminder he was a total stranger, known in nothing but name, and she was already drooling over him. Oh, if that was how it was going to be, then she was going to give him the fight he wanted. The pain roused her from subservience, made her curl lips back and flash those fangs for as long as it took him to simply snatch her up from the floor and drag her to the bed. He didn't lay her out so much as he tossed that bundle of rumbling feline fury across the room, pouncing atop her before she could bounce atop the pure white hotel sheets for a second time.

He didn't bother to tease her anymore. It was a more intense moment than that. She snarled at him while he tackled her down flat, weighing down on her whole body with his bulk. The mattress sank deep beneath the two of them while she struggled and elbowed at his chest. Strike as she might, she couldn't make him so much as flinch. She didn't even know if he could feel those blows. He raised his head, offered her a predatory screech turned feline snarl of his own, and descended upon her with his beak, nipping and chomping at her shoulders and neck while she fought him from beneath. That painful jabbing beak served well to distract her from the slit he was cutting straight down the seam of her dress with a curled talon, at least until the moment he tore it off of her.

One good tug was all it took, leaving him with the ruined garment in his clutches. He sat back, kneeling above her while she fruitlessly kicked at the back of his thighs and watched him defile her pretty dress. Bunching it up, he swiped it across his wet cock, and down over his nuts and taint, using it for a sweat towel before tossing it right in her face. With her jaws wide open, projecting those feisty leopard noises like a sawing engine, she ended up with a mouthful of gryph-marked fabric. Briefly choking on it, she spat it out with a splash of spit and snarled at him in response as she tossed it away. Even if she did get away from him then, she was going to have to run down the hall in nothing more than the matching pair of lacy, translucent panties and bra she wore. He made short work of those too.

When she reached up to grab at his wrist to try to stop him, he just slapped her hand away, or struck her on the cheek again. When her tits bounced free, he gave them each a smack, making them wobble back and forth as her bra fell away, broken. They jiggled wildly once fully unleashed, partly eclipsing her view of him as he dipped his beak down between her thighs and clipped the hooked tip under the string of her panties. It took significant leverage to yank the lace from the slathered folds they were so firmly clinging to. He didn't even bother to toss that juice-drenched undergarment at her. Instead he just opened his beak, tossed them in, and shamelessly ate her panties right in front of her.

"Ohhh, you taste ripe, kitten. I hope you're fucking ready. I'm going to make you fat."

She was too busy staring at the display to even properly hear him at first. That garment was gone. He made it his. It wasn't until he grabbed her by the wrist and wrestled her down flat that she remembered to struggle. Of course, he was much stronger than her, heavier too. The little duel was over as soon as it began. He wiggled himself up between her thighs, despite her resistance, and pinned her with her arms spread wide, her bust puffed towards him, squishing under his pecs. With a dip of his beak, he made sure to milk some yowls and whimpers out of her by biting those breasts. Meaty tit-chomps like that, nibbling along the rise of her juicy bosom ensured she was positively snarly by the time he actually plapped his fat dick atop her pussy lips.

That first slap of gryph meat against her puffy cunt was apparently so satisfying he had to go ahead and do it again. She could already feel the stimulating scrape of those feline nubs decorating the upper third or so of his cock. They weren't sharp or anything, they weren't going to hurt, but she was going to feel them once he finally got inside her. He didn't have to rush. Even with her putting up an impressive show of snarling herself, snapping her jaws at the empty air, trying to get her teeth around some part of him, he had her entirely under his control. She whapped her feet against his legs while she tried to kick out of his overpowering pin, but absolutely nothing she did slowed his progress towards that slick, hot goal.

Before he penetrated her, he rose up from her tenderized tits and simply pointed his beak directly down at her. His eyes emanated pure avian dominance, leaving her shrinking away from his gaze at first, then plummeting into the enrapturing aura of his hawkish stare. She reflected his eyes in her own, those unblinking feline greens shrinking back from the dilated black centres. He stared her into submission, at least for those fleeting moments between grinding and entering her. Rubbing, stroking, soaking up his whole cock in a thick coating of pussy juices, he finally slipped sleekly past the initial resistance of her tightly clamping lips and stuffed himself inside her fertile sex as deeply as he could reach before he was halted by a mighty clench of absolute pleasure and need alike.

Of course she yowled. Those leopard screams blurted from her for all the other occupants of the floor to hear, and beyond. Anyone who'd never heard a cat getting fucked just like she needed might have thought there was a murder taking place. The only thing being slain was the burning desire eating away inside her as he sank sweetly into her constricting depths. He wasn't even halfway in. After the initial plunge, he took his time, letting each and everyone one of those excruciatingly tantalizing barbs stroke her most sensitive of places, her overtender cavern as she hugged him up tight, squeezing in welcome no matter how resistant she might have still been acting. She wasn't going to stop struggling just because it felt good. He was going to have to earn that breeding cumshot.

He waited until he was halfway sheathed inside her before he actually started fucking. Holding that position for just a few drawn out moments as if to savour his conquest of that fertile pussy, he finally started thrusting with all the strength of that handsome breeder-bird body. The first plunge was already enough to squeeze a sharp yowl out of her, stroking her with those many extra-stimulating barbs, those intensely targeted pleasure-nubs. By the third, she was already mewling for him. Her teeth were still on display in what was supposed to be a snarl, but she couldn't even look him in the eyes anymore with her expression all scrunched up under the effects of all that absolute ecstasy he was humping into her, one bed-squeaking stroke at a time.

"Ohhh, kitty," he grunted once his engorged knot gave the first kisses against her outer lips. "And here you were going to keep this precious pussy all for yourself? That's just greedy."

His voice was still mostly stable in the middle of sex. Hers was anything but. While he gave some modest grunts of pleasure, she kept up the shrieking. It was a blend of fury and pleasure alike. The battering ram pounding of his enormous knot against her pussy certainly didn't make her any quieter. It added a solid thud to his every thrust. He fucked her down into the sagging bed, hardly seeming to care if he broke it. Or her. A little harder went his brutal drumbeat between her thighs, swinging those juicy nuts until the momentum made them smack against her spotted ass every time he came down with an immense slapping sound. It didn't slow him down any.

"Mm, fuck. I feel it. That womb is warm and ready for me. I'm gonna knock you up so fucking hard ..."

It's only then that his demeanour broke, a feline snarl breaking through his avian grace and confidence. He clicked his beak, then jabbed it down beside her head so he could latch onto the side of her neck, biting at her while he mated her full of thick prespunk. She bit him back when she could, but she couldn't get much leverage from such a position. Utterly engulfed in hotly musked feathers and fur, buried beneath his weighted muscle and fluff, she was a rolling wave, heaving with gasps as she endured the primal rut planting the sex-stretching gryph dick right between her slathered lips. The slaps were soon competing with the sheer schlick of all those juices overflowing from the chalice of her pussy, squeezed out in healthy squirts every time he drilled that spurting fuck-rod into her aching cavern.

With his boulder-like knot resting comfortably at her entrance, he held himself inside her for a time, finally releasing her wrists so he could instead take her by the thighs. Bending her in half beneath him until she had her ankles up near her ears. Her flexibility betrayed her, letting him easily manipulate her into an even more vulnerable position, legs spread wide for him to plunder the treasure betwixt them. She was arched, pinned, and utterly impaled on his ecstasy-inducing meat. That was when his pace truly picked up.

He wasn't getting that knot inside, at least. Instead, he just used it for sheer blunt force applications of bliss while he rammed her pussy raw. Every twitch, every spurt, every scrape of feline bumps sent her deeper into heat until she swore she could feel the need radiating from her eyes like fire. Was she glowing with the absolute instinct emanating off of her? She felt like she was. Her hands were free to claw at his back, scraping down the spot beneath his wings. She wiggled, she shoved back against him, she made absolutely certain his control over her body didn't falter for a moment. If he was really going to breed her then she had to know it was because he was powerful enough to simply take her.

Once more there came his gaze, barely glimpsed through her squinting eyes. He burned her with the stare directed over his tilted beak. His imposing visage hovered just above her own face, jabbing up and down with the motions of his slamming hips. By then, he wasn't steadily fucking her so much as he was just ramming her, exhibiting pure violence upon her aching form, hammering the lust out of her in exactly the way she needed. He was close. She could feel his dick trembling in the embrace of her twitching folds. Those spurts of preseed were getting thicker, to the point they could have equalled a full cumshot from a less potent male. But before he gave her what she was longing for deep within her soul, he grunted in her face, puffed hot breath over her features, and then gave her his sharp command.

"Look at me. Look at me, cat. I want you to see my face while I knock you up. I want you to see who's claiming you as my breeding bitch."

When she didn't immediately comply, he jolted her whole body with a slam of his knot, sending her tits bouncing hard enough to smack her in the chin. A swing of a slap turned her head to the side, striking her hard enough to knock the spit out of her mouth.

"Look at me."

Finally, she opened her eyes all the way, as difficult as it was. She took him in. Every corner, every feather of his great, handsome face. That dominant expression plastered across his beak. The glint of absolute power in his eyes. Yes. He was who she wanted. He was who she'd been waiting for. Her whole existence had led her to that point, to that purpose of perpetuating the potent genes of that almighty stud shoved snug inside her, breeding tool pulsing as it pointed at her waiting womb.

"Good girl," he softly cooed in a moment of unexpected tranquility, a calm before the storm.

From there, it was pure chaos. A cacophony of screeches, screams, and deep, growling grunts blended with the wet, juicy slaps and thuds that squelched from between the leopard's thighs. Kruze rammed himself forth one last time and let her milk him with the massive contractions of her climax. He simply gave her an orgasm, right then and there, forcing her over the edge whether she was ready or not. From her scream, it sounded as he'd pushed her from a cliff. She plunged straight down into drooling, shuddering ecstasy, into ecstasy that possessed her like a demon, seizing control of her body to leave her inelegantly shuddering and slobbering through a squirting finish that only inspired him to have his own, completely bare, shoved raw inside that needy cunt, ready to breed.

The first gushing glursh of gryphspunk was more than enough to get her pregnant. She knew it as soon as she felt the warmth of that thick cream hit the inside of her womb. It made her tingle in the best of ways, as if her body simply knew she was getting knocked up right then and there. Of course, he wasn't satisfied with just one spurt. She squeezed herself numb, wrapping her thighs around his waist to buckle him in for the long ride of unloading his fat nuts inside her, audibly splurshing her full of spunk until she overflowed.

Streams of gryphon seed poured down the inside of her thighs, down the curve of her ass and over the base of her tail as it jetted from her pussy. Kruze fucked her a few more times, bouncing on her to really squelch the stuff out of her while he loaded her up with even more. There was just so very much all pent up inside him, pumped out by the taut flexes of his balls against her butt. He dumped his gryph-making sperm inside her, sloshed her full of jizz, left her steaming, trembling, whimpering beneath him as the screaming ceased at last.

Her throat hurt. As did much of her body. He'd bit her, bruised her, slapped her around, and she fucking loved every single second of it. She might have been sore then, and likely to feel it even more the next day, but it was absolutely worth it to experience him. He left himself inside her, letting the very last shots drip from his twitching cock, and then shocked her with the sudden schlurp that came as he pulled out. That left her a splattered mess, creamed and oozing, absolutely flooded with his spunk, swearing she could feel his sperm attacking her eggs en masse right that very moment.

"Mmmmm," came her purring moan. It was a confession, of sorts. He'd ravaged her, forced her down and fucked her full, and she wasn't going to deny how good she felt in the afterglow. He'd earned at least some affectionate rumbles.

She expected he might cuddle up with her, or at least let her rest a moment while she put her shattered psyche back together. It wasn't to be. He got up on his knees, and through the haze of her blurred vision and the window-fogging steam of their collective body heat, she couldn't help but notice his dick was still standing up stiff as if he hadn't just given her a bellyful of fresh spunk thick and copious enough to weigh her down. Her pussy clenched at the mere thought of more, after getting plowed so hard she could barely feel her legs. The numbness on her body just meant she couldn't run when he decided to forcefully mount her again without a word of warning.

This time, he seized her by the hips and turned her over. She flopped along, unable to defend herself from the gryphon's whims. Sprawled out on her belly, she could feel the pressure squeezing a little more cum out of her splattered sex. It trickled down the inside of her thighs and splashed onto the bed as he mounted her from behind. In an instant, he had his cock shoved up between her spotty cheeks, hotdogging back and forth, tickling her with his soft barbs while she faintly squirmed. Grasping the sheets was the best she could manage to brace herself. She wasn't remotely ready for another round, but his insistence was present in his every touch.

He couldn't resist another slap, this time on the rise of her soft ass. He struck hard enough to make her yowl while her booty wobbled for him. Just as she was starting to build from a mewl to a more imposing snarl, raising her head up, arching her back, he barrelled into her from behind and pinned her down once more. He was her blanket, bathing her in the rising musk that came with his accumulating perspiration. She smelled like gryphon sex already, and the stain was creeping ever closer to being permanent the longer she soaked in his concentrated essence. She was going to stink of his dick for all to know who owned her womb by the time he was done.

Just to make sure she was absolutely subservient while he took her from behind, he latched his beak onto the precise spot on the back of her neck that put her at her most docile. That feline half of him must have informed him of her weakness as he latched onto her loose scruff and held it tight in a mating bite, mounting her at last. His cock stretched her open, easily pushing into her thanks to the extra lube that was his hefty cumload. Not to mention how wet she still was. She might not have felt ready, but her body cried out for him the moment he sheathed his dick inside her, giving him another welcoming clench that sought to milk him yet again. She still wasn't as full as she could have been.

With his beak around her neck, he had his hands free to grope her however he liked. Reaching around to take a double handful of her tits, he gave her a mighty squeeze until she yelped, then rolled his thumbs along her perked teats until they started to leak as if she was already several months into her pregnancy. He left them to drip while he shifted his grip once more, snatching her by the hair with one hand, then the root of her tail with the other. She felt his talons scraping along her scalp as he possessively clutched her, tugging her back against him by the handles that made her yowl most, no matter how hoarse she might have been by then.

He wasted no time building to a proper rutting pace. She got hammered by his knot, smacked by his nuts, and driven to her limits by that fat gryph dick wedged even deeper in her pussy than before. Every stroke juiced some of his own spunk out of her, splashing it over the bed, over the both of them, soaking their feline fur in the scent of their mingled lust. Meanwhile, she could only whine, could only mewl and meow as she outright drooled on the sheets below. Now and then she seemed to remember she was a leopardess, working up to a sudden clench that came with a snort and snarl, but she quickly fell back down to soft, breedable kitten once more while he broke her mind with his girthy gryphonhood.

Dragging claw marks in the mattress as she fought to keep her grip on the sheets, she tilted her head right back as she silently screamed her way to another clenching gush, all before he was even close to finished with her. Her form trembled beneath him when it didn't just jiggle from the impact of him humping and pounding her. This time, he was even less gentle with his knot. He hammered it up against her cumming cunt, letting her stretch a little more each time when she wasn't simply clamping down around him, further shattering herself with the pleasure that came with squeezing on his barbs. He couldn't have been thinking about wedging that inside of her, could he?

As her second climax ceased, she got her answer. It came in the form of the squelching, slurping POP that sounded out beneath her tail as he finally sealed that bulb inside her. It sent her from cooling down into another blazing release, instantly milking a third peak out of the writhing feline while she frantically contracted around his knot to the rhythm of her jackhammering heart. He held himself there, snorting and huffing against the back of her neck, licking her well-gnawed fur. Then he humped forth, pulled back, and popped the whole damn thing right out of her poor gaped pussy all at once, bringing a rasp from her throat that might have been supposed to be a roar.

One single plunge had been enough pleasure to make her cum. Soon, with his tail held high and lashing, his wings outstretched to encompass the room in a masculine-smelling canopy, he levied his strength to ensure every single thrust put his knot inside her, only to pull it out again, over and over. She didn't even claw the bed anymore so much as she just balled her hands into fists and pounded them down as if having a tantrum. Her body twisted and convulsed in strange, even frightful ways as she sought to simply comprehend the sensations he forced upon her, and yet he didn't show a single shred of mercy. That was precisely how his pace continued, nibbling on her, tugging her tail and hair alike to add some extra pain to the mind-breaking pleasure until she finally started to break for real.

Her head slumped slightly as she felt consciousness flicker in her mind. Her body wasn't hers to control anymore. When it wasn't simply numb, it was violently twitching, shaking as if in terror of what he was doing to her. Schlurrrrrrrp - POP! - schliccccccck -SHLURK! Such were the sounds of him plunging in then yanking out, over and over. His nuts added to the symphony, smacking her so hard she couldn't even feel the back of her thighs anymore. She was in awe, absolutely enrapture by his power, his brutality, his harsh, uncompromising fuck while he snarled like a beast just beside her head.

A yank of her hair to wrench her back, only to shove her face down on the bed came with his half-snarled, half-screeched gryphon cry as his cock gave those telltale twitches once more. The flexing ensured his barbs bulged out all the more, pressing against her tender walls, inducing another toe-curling orgasm to help milk his nuts dry. With him fully knotted inside her, cock engulfed in her well-stretched sex, she could feel his sack pump right through the entire release. He got harder, hotter, drooled on her while he held her neck tight to keep her fully subdued, fully his, and then there at last came the scorching release of fresh gryphon cum she craved, mingling with the first load still swimming in her bloated womb.

He tugged her tail hard to make her clench on him, helping ensure those juicy ropes of musk-packed gryphon spunk lasted as long as possible. She could hear him cumming inside her, splrrrrrching his way through spurt after spurt until her belly swelled beneath her. It pushed out rounded and rounded, stretching with the weight of all the seed that remained sealed inside her by his knot. He allowed her to lift her hips up just to make room for the rounding cum-gut he gave her, but that was the extent of his clemency. Nothing could stop him from unloading absolutely everything, every single drop of impossibly potent gryphon cum directly inside of her, until he'd painted every last inch of her innards in a fresh coat of supremely thick, gooey jizz.

Only then did he release her, allowing her to slump flat on the bed with a knot still wedged inside her. She couldn't manage more than a whimper as he took her by the hips to roughly start yanking that out of her long before it ever softened. Squirming was beyond her by then. She was a ragdoll, a broken, defeated mess, coated in gryphon raunch, steaming with his possessive mark. Her tongue rested in a pool of her own saliva as she drooled her dumb way through those moments of recovery. Even if he could have given her more, he simply had to wait. Any more pleasure might well have destroyed her for good.

A huff, then a satisfied sigh, and he patted her on the ass. It was still sore from the smack.

"Good hen," he commended her. The two words had more of an effect on her than anything else he could have said.

She could still purr. That, she happily did as he splayed himself out on the bed, taking up the whole thing with his spread-eagled pose. He unfurled his wings and reached down to tug her closer with surprising care. She didn't get all the way up to his chest to cuddle him. Instead, he simply planted her muzzle down between his thighs, face resting snugly on the pillow of his nuts. With a small chuckle, he patted her on the back of the head.

"There. I think that's the perfect place for you tonight. Huff them all night. See how you feel in the morning, gryph slut. You're going to be my nut-sniffing, musk-loving, knocked up, brainless breeder bitch. And I'm going to enjoy owning you."

Maybe if she could have thought in full sentences she might have had a witty reply. There were only words. Good. Stud. Full. Maybe even Master. But she couldn't consider the implications of such a thought when her brain barely worked. She was good as the bird's bimbo. Instead, she was happy to snort his musk, his sweat, his omnipotent gryphstink that so resoundingly overwrote her own natural feline perfume.

That was precisely where she was going to stay, faintly kissing, sometimes managing a lick while she marinated in the aftermath of their breeding. She already felt pregnant, gravid as she was with his cum, and she knew she was going to grow ever so plump as the coming months went by. There was no doubt in her mind that it took. She was going to be a mom, and she couldn't have asked for a better stud to satisfy her every urge in the process of taking ownership of her eggs. He was right about everything, of course. She was his, a cat who existed to be nothing more than a gryphon's adoring whore.