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Cheri soared above the shimmering lake, her keen eyes scanning the water for any sign of fish. As a young Grey gryphon female, she was still learning how to hunt and feed herself. Her feathers were a rich, deep Grey, and her talons were sharp and deadly. She had a sleek, lithe body, with powerful wings that beat the air with ease.

But as she dipped her beak into the water, her nostrils flared in frustration. The lake was barren, devoid of any fish or other prey. She could smell the stagnant water, the rotting leaves and algae that clung to the shore. She wrinkled her nose, hating the foul stench that surrounded her.

Cheri knew that she needed to eat soon, to stave off the hunger that gnawed at her belly. But she was also keenly aware of the other urges that plagued her. Her first heat had descended upon her like a storm, raging through her body with a fierce intensity. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the pulsing ache between her legs that demanded attention.

But she wasn't ready to become a mother, not yet. She was too young, too inexperienced. She needed time to grow and learn, to explore the world and her own desires. And so she flew on, searching for food and trying to ignore the primal call of her body.

As the sun began to set, Cheri spotted a glint of silver under the surface of the water, Cheri's heart raced with anticipation as she soared towards the fish. The wind rushed past her, whipping her feathers back as she descended towards the water. Her eyes locked onto the fish darting through the waves, her talons already extending in preparation for the catch.

But at the last moment, she saw another gryphon swoop down towards the fish. His black and white feathers flapping wildly in the wind, with a sleek and powerful build that hinted at his speed and agility. Cheri cursed under her breath as she realized that she had been beaten to the catch. The other gryphon snatched up the fish in his talons, his cocky grin visible even from a distance.

Cheri landed nearby, her feathers ruffling in annoyance. She had never met this gryphon before, but she could tell that he was confident and self-assured, the kind of gryphon who always got what he wanted. "Hey, those were mine!" she called out, her voice tinged with irritation.

The black and white gryphon glanced over at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I don't see your name on them," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Besides, it's every gryphon for themselves out here. If you're too slow to catch your own food, that's your problem."

Cheri bristled at his tone, her Grey feathers puffing up in indignation. She knew that he was right, but she didn't like being talked down to by a stranger. "My name is Cheri," she said, trying to assert herself. "And I'm not slow, I just didn't see you coming."

The other gryphon chuckled, his grin widening. "I'm Kirlin," he said, introducing himself. "And I saw this fish first, fair and square. But don't worry, I'm feeling generous today. I'll let you have a few of them, if you're nice to me."

He landed on the ground next to her, his beak full with a juicy, plump fish. Tossing the fish down between his front paws and giving her a sly grin. "You can have this if you want," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "I always share my fish with my hens."

Cheri felt a surge of anger at his words, her feathers bristling with indignation. She didn't want to be anyone's hen, and she certainly didn't want to be beholden to this cocky gryphon. "I'm not your hen," she snapped, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "I can catch my own fish, thank you very much."

Kirlin chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Suit yourself," he said, before beginning to pick up his fish. "This is a thick one isn't It" he said as he held the fish up with a paw. Cheri watched him out of the corner of her eye, feeling a strange mixture of envy and desire. She knew that she shouldn't be attracted to him, that he was too cocky and too self-assured for his own good. But there was something about him that drew her in, that made her heart race with excitement.

As she watched him play with his food, Cheri felt a pang of hunger in her own belly. She knew that she needed to eat soon, or she would be weak and vulnerable. "Fine," she said, finally giving in. "What do I need to do."

"There you go, my lady," he said, his voice smooth and charming. "I knew you couldn't resist my charms forever." Suddenly, Kirlin rolled onto his back, exposing his fluffy white and black belly to her. "If you want to be my hen, you need to prove yourself," he said, his voice low and suggestive.

Cheri raised an eyebrow. "Prove myself how?"

"By pleasing me," Kirlin replied, his eyes smoldering with desire. "You need to show me that you're willing to do anything to be my mate."

Cheri felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks. She had never been with a male before, and the idea of submitting to Kirlin was both thrilling and terrifying. But she also knew that she didn't want to be alone during her first heat. She needed a mate, and Kirlin was the only male around. She took a deep breath, her body trembling with nervous anticipation. Slowly, she began to inch towards him, her scent filling the air around them. As she approached, she noticed that his body was reacting to her, his feathers ruffling and his breath coming faster.

As Cheri approached Kirlin, she couldn't help but notice the soft, fluffy feathers that covered his chest and belly. They looked so inviting, and she longed to bury her face in them.

But as she got closer, her attention was drawn to something else entirely. Kirlin's shaft was swelling, growing larger and more intimidating with every passing second. It had exotic contours around its length, with deep ridges and bulges that made Cheri's heart race with excitement. And at the base, there was a hefty knot that looked almost too big to fit inside her.

Cheri felt a shiver of anticipation run through her body. She had never seen anything like this before, and the idea of taking all of him inside her was both thrilling and terrifying.

As she reached him, Kirlin let out a low growl of pleasure. Cheri nuzzled his neck, her feathers brushing against his as she explored his body with her beak. She could feel his shaft growing even larger, pulsing with desire as she continued to tease him. Finally, unable to resist any longer, Cheri lowered her head and took him into her beak. She could taste his salty, musky flavor on her tongue, and she felt his body respond with a shudder of pleasure.

She couldn't help but be amazed by the way he felt and tasted. He was hot and hard, with a musky, masculine smell that made her head swim with desire. She ran her tongue along his length, exploring the exotic contours and ridges that made him so unique. Kirlin let out a deep, throaty growl of pleasure, his feathers ruffling as he surrendered to her touch. Cheri could feel his body responding to her, his shaft throbbing with need as she continued to tease him with her beak.

As she worked him over, Cheri listened intently to the sounds that Kirlin was making. He was groaning and moaning, his breath coming faster and faster as she brought him closer to the brink of release. The noises he made were primal and raw, and they sent a thrill of excitement through her body.

He was lost in the intense sensations that she was evoking in him, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're doing so well."

Cheri felt a surge of pride and excitement at his words. She had never felt so powerful and in control before, and the way that Kirlin was responding to her was incredibly intoxicating. Encouraged by his praise, she redoubled her efforts, taking him even deeper into her throat and working him with more intensity. Kirlin's body was writhing with pleasure now, his feathers fluffed up and his breath coming in short gasps.

As Cheri felt him reach the brink of release, she braced herself for the explosion that was to come. She knew that when he came, it would be a powerful release, and she was eager to taste every drop of his hot, sticky seed.

With a final, shuddering groan, Kirlin reached his peak, sending a hot stream of liquid shooting into Cheri's gullet. She choked a little on the sudden volume, his shaft filling her throat and she swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste and feeling the intense rush of pleasure that came with it. He let out a groan as he felt her throat clench on his shaft, the hard edges of her beak against his knot sending a shiver down his spine, he could feel her tongue hungrily licking the back of his knot as she struggled to keep up with his cum.

She pulled off of him and caught a load to her face, she wiped it with a paw and for a few moments, they lay there together, panting.

Catching her breath, she looked up at Kirlin and asked for a fish.

"A fish?" he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "And what have you done to prove yourself, little hen?"

Cheri felt a flush of annoyance at his cocky tone, but she knew that he was right. She hadn't proven herself yet, not in the eyes of the other gryphon. And the fact that she was in the depths of her first heat, with her scent filling the air and keeping Kirlin hard, wasn't helping matters.

"I'll do whatever you want," she said, her voice low and husky. "Just give me a fish." She said, the dead fish sitting plump and juicy next to his head.

But Kirlin shook his head, a sly grin on his face. "No, no, little hen," he said. "You haven't earned it yet. But I'll tell you what. I'll give you a fish if you fuck me."

Cheri hesitated, her mind racing. She didn't want to get pregnant, not yet. But the idea of mating with Kirlin, of feeling him inside her and surrendering to the pleasure that he could give her, was incredibly tempting.

"Please." she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't get pregnant. I'm not ready to be a mother yet."

But Kirlin just grinned at her, his eyes glinting with a mixture of lust and amusement. "Don't worry, little hen," he said. "I'll pull out. I've done it a thousand times before. Trust me."

Cheri bit her tongue gently, her body trembling with desire and uncertainty. She knew that what they were doing was dangerous and forbidden, but she couldn't help but feel drawn to Kirlin, driven by an intense hunger that she had never felt before. "Okay," she said, her voice barely audible. "Fine, then you pull out and give me the fish."

Kirlin grinned, his cocky expression turning into one of encouragement. "That's it, little hen," he said. "Relax and let me take care of you."

Cheri turned around, so they were belly to belly, and lowered herself down onto his shaft. She gasped as she felt him enter her, his exotic contours and hefty knot stretching her in ways she had never felt before. It was her first time, and the sensation was almost overwhelming.

Kirlin groaned as she sank down onto him, his body reacting to her heat and scent. He could feel her walls pulsing around him, tightening and releasing with each movement.

As Cheri lowered herself onto Kirlin, she felt the tip of his shaft push deep into her wet tunnel. But as she tried to take him all the way in, she realized that his knot was too big to enter her. They both paused, with the knot pressed against her puffy vulva, waiting for her body to adjust. Cheri's feathers were sleek and her ears were back, indicating her readiness to mate. Kirlin was patient, sensing her hesitation and waiting for her to feel comfortable.

Cheri took a deep breath, trying to relax her body and accommodate his size. She shifted her weight slightly, trying to find the right angle. Gradually, she felt herself opening up, the tightness giving way to a feeling of fullness as his knot finally entered her.

She gasped at the sensation, feeling him fill her completely. Kirlin groaned with pleasure, his body shuddering with desire. They remained still for a moment, savoring the intimacy of their mating.

Cheri began to ride Kirlin, her body moving up and down, feeling the wet sound of his knot popping in and out of her with each thrust. She moaned with pleasure, her body responding to his every move.

Kirlin let out a deep growl, his eyes locked on hers. "You're becoming quite the little hen, Cheri," he said with a cocky grin.

Cheri felt a surge of pride at his words, a part of her knowing that she had proven herself worthy of his attention. She continued to ride him, gasping as Kirlin' shaft parted her walls, feeling the texture of his hard length inside of her. She moaned as she rode him, the feeling of his cock filling her up with every thrust.

As he continued to mate with her, she felt her body responding to him, her insides pulsing around his length. She could feel the heat and wetness between her legs, evidence of her own arousal.

Having already finished inside her beak, Kirlin showed no signs of stopping, his cock still hard and eager. His eyes were locked onto hers, a look of lust and desire burning in them.

Cheri was surprised by his stamina and his eagerness, but she found herself unable to resist him. She rode him harder, her body moving in time with his, the pleasure building inside of her once again. As they continued to mate, Cheri lost herself in the moment, her body consumed by the pleasure of their lovemaking.

Cheri could feel her body getting closer and closer to the brink of release. The sounds of their lovemaking echoed across the lake, the wetness of their mating filling the air.

As Kirlin thrust into her, she could feel her feathers puffing up in pleasure. The sensation of his cock inside her was overwhelming, and she lost herself in the moment, forgetting all about his promise to pull out.

Finally, the pleasure became too much for her, and she convulsed around him, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She could feel the wetness between her legs increasing as she came, her entire body consumed by pleasure. Through it all, Kirlin showed no signs of stopping, his cock still hard and eager inside her. Cheri could feel him getting closer to his own release, and she rode him harder, determined to give him the release he deserved.

Cheri convulses around him, Kirlin grips her hips tightly and begins thrusting up into her with renewed vigor. He could feel her walls clenching around him, and the sensation only serves to heighten his own pleasure.

"You're such a needy hen," he growls, his voice low and rough with desire. "You can't get enough of me, can you?"

Cheri moans in response, her body still awash with pleasure from her orgasm. She could feel Kirlin driving deeper and deeper inside her, his cock swelling with every thrust.

She knew that she should be worried about the possibility of getting pregnant, but in that moment, she couldn't bring herself to care. All she could think about was the sheer pleasure of being taken by Kirlin, of feeling his powerful body pressed against hers, and of being consumed by the heat of her own desire.

As Kirlin continues to pound into her, Cheri clings to him desperately, her body shaking with the force of her pleasure.

As Kirlin continues to thrust into her, his shaft swells with arousal, making it difficult for his knot to be pulled out and pushed back in. The sound of their wet bodies slamming together fills the air, and Cheri moans loudly as Kirlin takes her again and again.

But as much as she's enjoying the sensation of being filled by him, Cheri suddenly remembers his promise to pull out. Panic begins to set in as she realizes that he's getting close, and she knows that she can't risk getting pregnant.

"Please," she begs, her voice strained with desperation. "Don't finish inside me. Pull out, Kirlin, please!" she cried. His thrusts becoming more firm as he continues to pound into her. She can feel his cock swelling even further inside of her, and she knows that he's getting closer to the brink. "Please, Kirlin," she pleads, her voice cracking with desperation. "I dont want eggs. Please pull out."

Kirlin grunts in response, his grip on her hips tightening as he drives himself deeper inside of her. "Just a bit more time," he growls. "I want to make you feel good."

Cheri wants to resist, to push him away and put an end to this reckless mating. But as he continues to fill her with his thick, hard shaft, she can feel her resolve weakening. The pleasure building inside of her is too intense to resist, and despite her fears, she finds herself eagerly responding to his advances.

As Kirlin's thrusts grow more urgent, Cheri can feel her body responding in kind. Her feathers puffing up like a cloud and her ears swept back against her head as she clings to him, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

Cheri's body was trembling with pleasure and anticipation. She was at his mercy, his cock deep inside her, and his words were making her head spin. The thought of the fish made her realize just how hungry she was, but at the same time, the swelling of his knot was making her feel uncomfortable.

Kirlin could feel her tensing up, so he gave her a few more hard thrusts, causing her to moan and arch her back. He then stopped abruptly, his knot now fully swollen, and paused with it pressing against her puffy entrance. He pulled her down so that her lips were stretched around the thickest part of his knot, a slight push either way would determined if they locked or not.

He turned his head and held the fish in his beak, looking back into her eyes he tempted her "Take it all, Cheri. Take me deep inside you, and the fish is yours."

Cheri's mind was racing. She wanted that fish badly, but she didn't want to risk getting pregnant. She hesitated for a moment before finally giving in to her desire. With a deep breath, she pushed down onto his swollen knot, feeling it stretch her to the limit. As she pushed down, the swollen puffy lips of her wet vulva sucked his shaft into her, driving his hard tip right against her cervix, opening it slightly, his urethra aimed perfectly at her hot fertile womb.

She cried out in both pleasure and pain as he pushed himself all the way in. The feeling of being completely filled was overwhelming, and she struggled to adjust to the size of his knot. She could feel him pulsing inside her, and it was making her feel dizzy with pleasure.

He lets out a loud growl of pleasure and calls out "Thats my hen!" He grips her hips tightly and starts thrusting in hard, sharp motions, his knot locking him deeply in her but each thrust shoves his whole package deeper into her until her vulva is starting to wrap around his sheath. Each thrust causes her body to jolt forward and her feathers to ruffle in pleasure, driving the air from her lungs in desperate gasps.

As he continues to thrust into her, the pressure of his knot against her entrance becomes more intense.She lets out a series of loud, primal moans as he pounds into her relentlessly. Despite her earlier hesitation, she can't help but surrender to the pleasure of his touch.

Finally, he lets out a final roar of pleasure as he empties himself inside her, his knot swelling even more causing her to scream as he releases his seed. His hot seed spilling deep inside her. His cock continues to twitch and spasm, marking her fertile territory. She can feel his warmth spreading inside her, filling her up. She moans in pleasure and exhaustion, her feathers ruffling and her wings trembling.

The soft protective membranes of her fertile eggs standing no chance against the onslaught of hot gryphon cum that blasted into her waiting womb, each egg getting completely covered in his genetic material, there was no chance that they would not be claimed by him.

Kirlin stays inside her for a few moments longer, savoring the sensation of her body tightening around him, looking down he could see her front slightly swollen by his seed, he ran his paw over her belly and could feel his hard shaft throbbing inside her, continuing to pump her again and again with his seed. He gave a few sharp humps to make sure he was fully drained. He looked up and could see her beak open, panting, her feathers ragged and the look of desire and bliss in her eyes.

"Good job, my little hen," he says, stroking her back with his paws. "You did good. That fish is yours."

Cheri nods, still catching her breath. She can feel the sticky mess between her thighs, but she doesn't mind. She knows that she has fulfilled her purpose, that her eggs have been fertilized by a strong and virile male. She feels a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment, even though she knows that she will have to face the consequences of her actions later.