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Feldspar paced in the cage, her paws spreading and dropping on the same spots that she paced through every day. The stone had long since grown polished from her constant restless movements and she knew where each one would fall. Her eyes were on the manor house that was sprawling and situated close to her to her cage. She could have gone inside if she wished, the man that 'owned' her was bonded with her, in so much as any species could bond with a carrun female. She was no so weak willed as the males of her species and had little use for them.

She was aware of the admiring eyes on her as she reached the outcropping of stones her owner had built for her. She stretched her body, rippling scales as brilliant green as emeralds and flashed the deeper color along her throat towards them. The gryphon that was sitting next to her draconic owner was staring in avid greed, she recognized it with pleasure, well assured that they would marvel at her beauty. She enjoyed their attention as long as they didn't seek to touch her, only her master was allowed the gift of being able to stroke her back.

"A thousand pounds for her." The gryphon hissed at Nigel, his voice thick with greed and eagerness. "Paid in full."

"You don't buy a carrun, you don't own one." Nigel responded, the lean long limbed male crossing his arms over his shoulders. "She is more valuable than anything you could offer. One clutch from her is worth a thousand pounds."

"A marriage offer then, we can combine our families." The other persisted, his eyes never leaving as Feldspar gave a shake of her broad draconic head and then jumped down to continue pacing.

Their voices irritated her, they always irritated her. The drake often brought clients here before going on to the assortment of potential purchases in the main area. He dealt in creatures that were valuable and rare, ones he ruthlessly sought out in all corners of the world, and used her presence to put his buyers in mind of large purchases. She gave her head a shake and hissed as she neared the fence line and the gryphon tried to move in closer to her, reaching a hand out as if he might stroke her side.

She reared up onto her haunches, her considerable weight allowing her to tower above the stranger and opened her maw to let out a shrill shriek of anger. He jerked backwards as she extended a paw and tried to catch his hand with her talons, getting out of the way and nearly falling over before she dropped back down. Nigel's eyes twinkled with amusement, he made no attempt to calm her down or call her off and she jumped down to give a bound up along the embankment of her enclosure with a snap of her tail.

Feldspar felt a ripple of restlessness build as the pair continued to talk, the sound of their voices making her hiss softly to herself. They weren't the noises she wanted to hear, instead, she wanted the rumble and croon of a male. It was an itch that burned through her and caused her scaling to lift along her throat, showing the darker markings that rippled across her stomach. She had long since laid her last clutch of fertile eggs, and gone two seasons between being mated, the need a burn and ache that caused her to rear up and plant her claws in a downed tree.

"Let's see the felkin I told you about, I've got some of the eastern and four northern, one of them a stud." Her owner suggested genially, helping the gryphon to move away. "Unless you'd like to try and pet her again."

The carrun queen's talons raked downwards, tearing white strips of the branch away in her frustrations. Normally she would have had a small bachelor pack of males in with her, the males had always outnumbered the females and she would have been able to glory in watching them strain to catch her attention. She would only mate with the best of the best, craving the strong genes that her sons and the rare daughters would inherit. It had been so long, too long, and her body burned with desire.

She raked her claws harder, depressing the spots beneath her talons that would leave her scent the strongest. The instinctual advertisement to bring males to her useless, and she finally dropped down with a rough noise. Her tail twitched, the thick length of it thudding against the rock before she began to roll and twist. She rubbed her scaling against the rock, burnishing it and trying to relieve the need, and in the distance, her master began to parade out his newest imports.

She was fixated on the sight of them, her nose working, twitching to draw in their scents in the hope of picking up something of a male carrun. Their bodies were never right, there was no square bodied forms padding there, they were too large. Some of the coloring was right, but they were coated in soft heavy fur, not scaling. She hissed to herself, crinkling her muzzle back and sucking in a breath, rolling it along the roof of her mouth as she faintly tasted a scent that almost made her hopeful.

It wasn't strong, not the heavy musk of a rutting male, but it was male and somewhat close to a carrun. If she had just been entering her season, it would have been something to dismiss, but even a weak scent of a male was enough to move her now. She stood up slowly and opened her jaws wide, releasing a low noise as one of the creatures came forward. The midnight black fur made it stand out, him stand out. He was massive, males of her kind were typically a good deal smaller, but this drake was large, though oddly shaped.

There were red markings against the black coat, carrun never had markings as males, only females had the flash of colors beneath the armored plates that ran along their stomachs. It intrigued her and she drew in a deeper breath and padded down towards a portion of her enclosure she normally ignored. It abutted the pasture that was frequently used for her master's purchases. She had little interest in it, but today she glided down along the rockface that had been set up to create her den.

She kept the strange male in view, feeling her scaling growing brighter with her arousal, the emerald darkening into a flashing blue. She flexed her retractable claws as her eyes saw what she wanted to see, the body shape was almost right and that was enough. He was followed by others, but their shapes weren't right, and she dismissed them without a thought. A drake, a male, it had been too long and even if it wasn't a proper male of he species, it would be close enough.

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Bahaus clipped a few bits of leaves from the tree, his eyes shifting towards the small herd of females that he had been watching over. The water that splashed along his legs felt cool as he made his way down the pasture, his eyes warily watching as people walked the fence line. His thick neck twitched as he moved in a group of far smaller felkin, a giant among them, but he had almost always been given to smaller herds to keep them safe. He ignored the others for the most part, and instead gave a shake that settled the thick black pelt, his red-gold eyes watching as something leapt at the other end of the pasture.

His nostrils flared and he flicked his tail, the red diamond tip hitting the ground in a warning as he lowered his broad thick neck. The line of his black mane roused up as he saw a creature padding along the fence-line, the unmistakable steps of a predator that roused all of his protective instincts. She paused at the fence, the emerald of her scaling brighter than the grass around her, her eyes molten gold as they fixed on him and then she gave a slide forward against the fence. Her head set down, and as he watched, she pushed herself against a gap between the iron bars.

Bahaus let out a low rumble, twitching his broad tail back and forth behind him as he padded forward, his mane ruffing up along the line of his throat. His jaws parted to show a line of teeth nervously as she stepped out into the pasture with a stretch. The underside of his chin showed a deeper vibrant blue color that flashed and caught the light. When her jaws parted there was a flash of her tongue, teeth that caught the light, not the modified incisors that he possessed, but ones designed for tearing and rending flesh.

She didn't stalk, she padded forward with her head up and a supreme confidence that didn't trigger the desire to sound an alarm. He nervously shifted his weight, keeping his body put between the rest and harm, his head dropping down to cover his neck as the carrun continued to pad towards him. Her nostrils flared, her tongue darted out so that the dark black tip of it tasted the air and he felt a natural surge of alarm building at the sight of her. Even if she didn't stalk like she was seeking prey, she had the deadly gait of a creature that would consider his charges food. He pulled his ears down tight to his head and flexed his blunt claws against the ground.

The scent of her was sharp and foreign enough that the small 'herd' that he had been with began to move back towards the safety of the barn and shelter. He twitched his ears at the sound of them, backing up a pace before the emerald green female was close enough he could hear the faint rumble that vibrated her throat. Her golden eyes kept him pinned in place, the slit pupils flaring open wide before she crinkled her mouth back and sucked in a breath.

Bahaus hissed and snorted, jerking backwards in a flashy high step, spreading his paws open wide to show the thick extension of his claws and gave his head a shake. He paced back and forth, trying to find an exit when she gave a graceful leap forward. She moved like liquid, belly low to the ground in a rush that had him rear backwards onto his haunches and strike out with his forepaws, but she wasn't trying to lunge at his throat, she circled him and spun around to cut him off from the herd.

He struck out with a paw, kicking out, but she easily drove him backwards with eyes that were more pupil than gold. The snap of her teeth were rapid, pushing him backwards as he protectively swung his haunches and she gave another jump forward. There wasn't an attempt to latch onto him, instead, he was left confused and uncertain as she padded back and forth, using her jumps forward to get him further away from the barn. He lashed his tail, snapping it down against the ground with the diamond shaped tip with a rough hit that didn't seem to affect her. She was deliberate, planning out her steps one after another.

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Prey. The creature in front of her tasted of prey, the scent filling her nose so that she was crinkling her lips back from her teeth. He didn't try to push past her, he submissively stepped back, the proper role for a male to take to her. She felt her body responding to being so close to him, feverishly hot as she could feel her vent starting to grow more swollen and tender, the nerves throbbing faintly as she sized up the felkin. He was higher than she was by a good foot at the shoulder, broad and thick, his sounds alarmed as his ears were pinned down flat to his head.

He gave a few aborted attempts at lunging at her, and she swung her head down with a soft rumble, snapping her jaws. Just with she would have with a male of her kind, she began to herd him backwards, making her choice clear as if there were other males that might try and catch her eye. Her talons slid out of her sheathes, tearing into the ground as she gave a step forward, and then another, slipping closer before she brought him to bay near the edge of the outside fence.

Feldspar pinned him in place, his eyes were wild, the dark red of them showing an edge of white as he tried to pull himself back further. She let out a croon of delight, stepping forward while he tried to push his way through the fence. He wasn't as quick witted as a carrun drake, but she didn't need quick witted to ease her need. She swayed her head and then started to dart her head forward and sniffed him, brushing against the sleek furred side with approval and drew in a deeper breath. The male musk tantalized her and she slid her body against him with a soft croon of desire and need.

He jerked to one side, rearing again and trying to strike out, and the moment he did she lunged up and spread her jaws. Damned drakes, they needed to be put in their place, they had to be dominated to know their worth. It was easier with a smaller drake, but the moment her jaws clamped down along his neck he let out a piercing squeal, but he froze. His hide shivered under her skin, so like a horse it made her mouth water. If she hadn't been so well fed she might have given into the urge, but instead she let out a low vibrating growl and pulled just enough to make him drop his head.

The moment he lowered his head she released him with an approving thrum and slid her body along his, feeling the plush dark fur caress against her so that she shuddered in surprised delight. She craved scales, but this was something tantalizing as they danced down the length of her side and made her tail twitch firmly behind her. He was breathing hard, trembling slightly as he tried to bolt again, but she used her weight to push him into place, letting out a low rumble. She wasn't interested in him getting away, instead he began to inspect him with increased arousal.

He was built differently than a carrun in more than one way as she tipped her head up and drew in a deeper breath, ruffling along the curve of the chest. The felkin jerked his hind paw as if he would kick out and then she ran her tongue along the underside of his belly. The breath was softly twitching and puffing along the fur as she saw the line of a sheath along his underbelly and then gave a sudden dart outwards. The slow swipe upwards trailed against the side and he jerked again, letting out another noise and thrashed to one side.

Feldspar had him pinned, he couldn't get past her, not with her muzzle near such a sensitive area and she flicked her tongue out again. The furred sheath swayed slightly, bumping about as she tasted the tip curiously and lifted one heavy paw to shove against the side. She curled her talons, making sure they just pricked under the fur and the felkin went still and shaking as she nosed against the sheath, bouncing it lightly before rolling the tube of flesh back and forth.

It wasn't the tight sheath that he was used to on a typical carrun, the skin was more loose, bunched up along the opening and she could move it with another push upwards. The scent of male was stronger now, intoxicating so that she examined it with a probing of her tongue that caught against the opening. She rolled the skin upwards, just barely pressing it open with a nudge of his tongue tip, starting to spread the opening a little wider. The salty taste was tantalizing as he began to push the tongue forward, wetly pushing inwards and swiping back down the length.

The felkin jerked in place, his head tossed up high with a short noise as he shuddered and she began to push the length of her tongue in even deeper. She explored the depths of the opening, her nose pushing the loose flesh upwards until he was partially rearing. Feldspar pressed the claws downwards with just enough force to be sure that there wouldn't be any attempt to jerk free again. The wild movements making sure that she had to keep her weight against him as she rolled the velvety furred sheath further back and the hips gave a wild twist.

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Bahaus let out a noise of fear in the back of his throat as the carrun's tongue was starting to push forward against the opening of his sheath. It was the last place he would have imagined a predator would linger, but there was no denying the fact that she was intrigued. The muzzle that pushed forward was making sure that the pouch was being pushed back on itself before the long rasping probe of a tongue started to push outwards and swiped upwards. The sudden glide of it made sure that he felt the tip probing right up against the exposed glans that was tucked up into his sheath.

He let out a shrill noise and jerked his hips, trying to get away, but her talons dug down against the curve of his shoulder. The talons were biting down roughly, curling down until the skin was nearly tearing so that he had to go still. The muzzle was pushing with enough force that he could feel when she drew in a deeper breath and her body shoved beside his own. She came up to his shoulders, short, but muscular, deadly enough that he knew he couldn't struggle.

The little swipe of the tongue started to work further as his body started to react with a spasm. His stomach muscles tightened as the stimulation worked against him as the tongue shamelessly probed into his sheath, sliding backwards. There was a wet trail, hot slick saliva that smoothed through him and the rasping edge of the barbs were working further. He could feel his body responding, the light rubs making his cock begin to swell and bulge outwards as he jerked backwards again.

The talons gave a small jerk, a warning that made him freeze as his breathing started to come out faster, heavier. His breath was coming out heavily, bursts that turned into short snorts and then let out a guttural noise. The length of his cock gave a small jerk, filling out so that it started to push outwards against the muzzle that was exploring him. The tongue was flicking outwards again, the line of the skin filling out and growing heavier, pushing outwards until the tip pushed up against the tooth filled maw.

The drake let out a low noise in his throat, the confusion making it impossible for him to think straight while his hips jerked in place again. The length of the tip jabbed forward further and the muzzle was pulled backwards. The tongue retreated as the heavy tapered tip started to slip forward, drooping downwards with a warmth of arousal that he struggled with. The fear didn't prevent his body from reacting to her as the tongue pushed up into the sheath beside his drooping cock, exploring and creating all new sensations until his hips were jerking in place.

The broad blunt tip was pushing even further out, the mottled pink and black flesh throbbing, quivering slightly while he let out a keening moan. His back muscles bunched upwards while he started to drop his weight down further, his haunches rolling forward before drawing back again. The carrun queen allowed him that, her hold tensing only if he tried to draw away as her tongue was forced to withdraw from a sheath that was starting to pull smooth. The length of him dragged down towards the ground, a heavy curve that swayed back and forth, drooping further down.

The medial ring slipped free as she nosed upwards along his base, causing him to croon out a noise of pleasure. His eyes sliding backwards towards the female that was licking and exploring, his cock starting to grow heavier, filling out while his hips gave a wild lunge forward. His breath turned into a ragged noise that broke free and he lunged his hips upwards with a little lift of his hips. The wild jerk lifting higher in the air before he gave another jerk forward, throbbing cock jerking upwards as the muscles tightened along the base.

His confusion was being tempered with the surge in his boy, the hot breath that danced against him, the slow steady drag that ran down towards the base. The cock tip slapped up against his chest, his breathing turned into something faster, wheezing out while he trembled again. His sides were quivering as the queen pulled back and let out a noise, her talon raking downwards to leave welts beneath his fur. It made him jump and jerk forward, his cock swinging up against his chest again messily.

The carrun didn't hesitate, she blocked him with her body, her eyes blazing and fixating on her with lips that were curled backwards. She was panting shallowly, showing the tip of her tongue as she stalked towards him with a purposeful sway of her body. The sight of it shocking him as she moved to stroke herself against the line of his chest, rubbing with a push upwards that caressed her scaled body against his fur and the instinct was there. It was hard to ignore that instinct when his cock was hanging down in a heavy curve against his loins.

The queen's snarl came in a sharp angry noise as her tail swept up against his muzzle, the thick length of it twitched up and then pushed right against his muzzle. His broad blunt nose was pushed beneath her tail and he was assaulted with the scent of female, hot and wet, his muzzle pushed against swollen tender skin that was parting the sleek fine scaling. Bahaus found himself pushing his thick heavy tongue outwards in reaction, rolling up and pushing the folds open so that the wetness clung against his taste buds.

The taste and scent made it harder for him to think straight, it wasn't what he would expect a female to taste like, but it was something like what he was used to. His tongue began to push forward, squelching into the heat of her body until he heard a groaning noise burst free. The sound turned into a low throated thrumming purr that rose up higher and his tongue started to push forward again. The slide of it darting and pushing into her, feeling silken walls spreading open and drawing in another breath of that scent while she pushed her way backwards against him.

The demand for his attention was ruthless, making sure that he was coating his muzzle in the slick arousal. His tail twitched again, hitting the ground with a thump while the throbbing ache became heavier. He started to thrust forward wildly, pushing his cock tip against his own chest as she gave a push back that made his tongue sink deep into her body. The taste of it spreading across his taste buds, her noise let it out with a sharp demand before the hips slid forward, his tongue sliding free with a messy noise. The trail of wetness clinging along her glistening pussy, his muzzle. The fear response quieting and stilling with the surge of hormones.

The emerald queen was shivering, a sway that lifted up in the air, her body nearly vibrating with readiness as she moved and then took a step backwards. There was a sharp snarl as there was a swing of the head before he pushed forward, the presentation of the emerald haunches were wrong, but it didn't matter when his mind was throbbing with new need. His cock jerked again, swinging upwards so that the inky black broad glans bumped his chest again and her scaled body pushed beneath him. She didn't wait for him to mount her, she defiantly pushed her way beneath him so that his paws wrapped around her waist, he head dropped down and picked up the sharp scent of predator and lust filling the air.

The only thing that mattered was the tremor of need, and the female refused to let him go, taking control despite the fact it was his weight on her. His paws wrapped around her naturally before the tip of the cock bounced up against the curve of her hind leg, barely brushing against the underside of the tail as she let out a noise and her muzzle pushed back against him. The sheer demand of her body gave him no option as she pushed back against him with a force that drove his blunt cock tip right up against her puffy pussy lips. It only took one step before his tip was engulfed in the sudden heat and swallowed into the silken depths of the predator's body.

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Feldspar let out a hiss of pure pleasure and delight as the cock tip started to push forward and spread her body apart. The nerves were raw feeling, swollen and being strained tight around the so large shaft, the blunt tip stretching her walls open wider. The next thrust started to push in deeper, straining the walls with a force that was beginning to splay her apart. He was so much larger than a proper drake, her body so swollen that she was feeling the next lunge that pushed the tip in deeper with an obscene wet noise. His furred chest pushed up against his spine, rubbing lightly while she writhed to push herself onto the stiffened length.

He was trembling above her, the felkin struggling with a sharp edge of fear even as his hips gave another thrust and she found the delicious line of the medial ring pushing into her body. The wet feel of it popped into her and then shoved up nearly to her cervix before his hips gave another thrust forward. Her inner walls contracted down, struggling to grip ridges that weren't present on the male, but the girth more than made up for it. The little lift of the hips started to work against her, pushing the medial ring in deeper.

This was what she had needed, craved, it made her body burn even more, her fertile form shuddering in place again as she gave herself over to the moment she had craved. The tip jammed forward deeper, the size of him telling as he was pushing so deep inside of her that it pushed right up against her cervix. His breathing was panting out while the paws flexed over her stomach scales as she remained in control while she gave another push back of her hips. The sudden grind pushed the tip up harder against her cervix, starting to bow as she strained to fit more of him inside of her.

There was that pleasant burn of pain that started to jab forward again, the hips starting to push against her while she leaned backwards again. The walls stretching the wall further as the blunt tip started to push right up against the opening of her cervix. The force of the thrusts were pushing and she writhed, starting to make sure that she was impaling herself backwards. She strained to give him more purchase, heedless of the way her stomach ached and the powerful male rewarded her with another thrust forward, his back arching against the queen.

Time and again the glans nearly bruised against her cervix, grinding forward with an arch of the belly. The hot breath was coming out loudly and he let out a high pitched noise as she closed her eyes and gave herself over to it. Her forelegs pushed forward, talons digging into the ground as she started to writhe in place. Her lips were forced into a lewd O around the too large shaft, tightening down, suckling over his cock with a series of small hunches of the back. The pressure of the cock striking against her cervix growing and escalating, consuming her flushed heated body.

It was that tension, the building as she writhed her hips backwards, her hind legs stretching open before she snarled out. Her teeth snapped together, clicking together loudly as the next thrust forward popped inwards. The taut ring swallowed up and around the tip that was pushing down with a messy glide. More of the inches were driving into her, her stomach bulging out from the depths of the cock that was sawing in and out of her. The building speed nearly knocking her onto her knees and she pushed back harder.

The taut ring of her cervix was clinging around the base as the tip began to bulge, swelling wider and jamming with enough force that her body seized up. The mottled flesh messily working inside of her, making sure that she was experiencing every throbbing inch withing her passage, her walls suddenly contracting down. She was squeezing along his length, milking it as the tip jammed in deeper, pushing her stomach open wider. The lunges leaning against her, the arch of the stomach building up speed as she let out a low cry of heat and desire.

The throbbing twitch upwards sent warm precum flushing inside of her, her stomach showing the bulge at just how deep the passage opened her walls. Her toes spread her walls open wider, her cervix flexing down again before the spasm rocked over her body. It was a wave that hit her, making her tail jerk upwards and the felkin's hips struck against her. She threw her head back, the loud snarl breaking past her jaws as she began to push her hind legs open wider.

The base drove forward again, the widest point stretching her cunny wider, swallowing down and over the base. There was another twitch upwards, jerking with a thick dribble of precum that started to ooze faster while the tip began to swell wider. Her body was even more swollen and tender, the tip driven deep into her womb as she hissed out a sound of shock, desire and building lust. Her body stiffened up while the base began to balloon open wide, the knot squeezing home into her with a lewd popping noise, bulging her passage open wider, drawing the skin tight.

The burn of her heat starting to leave Feldspar parting her jaws in a sharper snarl before the base began to twitch. The heat of it building before there was another twitch upwards, the tip flared wide so that when the drake leaned forward it sent out a sudden hot eruption. The geyser of cum poured into her, hot and thick, rich and virile as it bathed her fertile womb and caused her to shudder again. Her tongue hung down with a series of soft pants as she tipped her head back and let out a low moaning cry.

The next push of the cum flushed her belly, the knot straining tighter while she was wiggling her hips in place again. The adjustment made the felkin jerk his hips forward again, the dark drake push back inside of her as her pussy bulged obscenely around the swollen knot. Every part of her body given over to the pleasure of the moment.

"Good God.." The words made her aware of her master again, twitching her head vaguely, but barely opening her eyes. "Well damn, so much for counting on this heat to have her bred to the stud I have coming in."

"A felkin? She should have ripped him apart." She heard the gryphon respond. "Are they even...compatible?"

"I'm not sure." Nigel growled and the felkin gave another jerk of his hips, pulling against the knot that locked him inside of her overstimulated body. "I suppose we're going to find out, I can't separate them, a queen that's found a male to breed her won't tolerate interruption until she's out of season."

Feldspar hissed up at the felkin jerked a little bit, twisting his broad head down at her and his hips jerked back against her, tugging firmly against the knot, adding all new delightful feelings. She'd found her male, and she wouldn't let him go any time soon, she had already waited far too long for this.