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A cuddle and maybe the occasional smooch was more than good enough for princess Layla. Cherno did everything he could to make getting married off to an unfamiliar prince, in an unfamiliar kingdom away from her family, as comfortable as it could be. The handsome buck and the soft husky shared a bed, but that was as far as they went together. Cherno had yet to sire an heir, and that didn't look likely any time soon. They pulled back from a soft, tentative kiss and the buck cast his gaze downward. Layla nuzzled his hand when he got that nervous look in his eyes.

"It's okay, my prince. You and all your kingdom have been so kind to me since I arrived. I never expected it would go so well. You don't have to feel bad that you don't ..."

She didn't quite finish that. The words were hard to find. It wasn't her he didn't find attractive. The prince had always preferred the company of men, which made performing his princely duties difficult. Layla never pressured him. Just being with him made her horny to the point of sometimes aching, but never once did she put him down or cast any sort of guilt his way. Nonetheless, he remained apologetic.

"You know of course it has never been anything to do with you. I do really enjoy my time with you, Layla."

The husky smiled at him. "I know! You don't have to keep telling me that."

"Can I confess something?" He moved closer to her, speaking in a covert tone.

"Anything, my prince."

"I have something of a crush on someone you know ...."

"Ooooh ..." Her bright blue eyes shone with curiosity.

"Well. This may be strange, but the bond I have with my royal guardian, ever since he was assigned to me so many years ago ..."

"You mean Roma?"

She looked briefly shocked, and Cherno braced himself to be embarrassed. The venomous manticore-gryphon hybrid appeared a deadly beast at first glance, sitting outside his bedchambers if not outright at the foot of his bed to dissuade all possible threats from entering. He had always taken such good care of his princely ward, and Cherno couldn't help but feel more than just affection for the handsome creature. He bit his lip with one of those unusual deer fangs and awaited her judgment.

"Can I confess something?" she finally whispered.

"Of course. It's only fair."

"Well, I hope this isn't wrong to say, but I have been ... thinking of him, as well. He scared me so much when I first met him, but I've come to see how gentle, how caring he can be ... and I know he looks at you the same way you do him."

"You think so?" It was the first time Cherno had ever considered the fact that the feelings might have been mutual.

Layla nodded, and they held each other in silence for a time, snuggled into the sheets, surrounded by the cozy royal chambers. It wasn't until a voice from outside the door made itself known in a warmly amused tone that they perked up.

"My dear wards, you do know that I can hear you, don't you?"

The two of them gave each other a look, and Layla clasped her hands over her mouth.

"Oh gods I am so ..."

She trailed off when the royal guardian himself stepped through the door. The black-maned gryphon presented himself with his fanged beak, his crimson feathers, his leathery bat wings and scorpion tail. A walking armoury to all who didn't know him, but one who could cast such a seductive glare towards the two royals he was protecting.

"I am ever listening for the slightest disturbance, down to a single errant mouse. You two whisper rather loudly," he teased, before bowing his head out of respect. "Princess, do not be ashamed. Your secrets shall be as safe with me as you are. Besides, your confession comes as no surprise to me. I could smell the lust on you all along."

He flicked his forked, yellow tongue at her as a means of demonstration, and she simply clutched her hands over her mouth all the more tightly, blazing red beneath her fur. Cherno put a hand on her shoulder.

"If it's any comfort, I never noticed myself. But nothing gets past Roma. In more ways than one."

The bird beamed as best a beak could, drawing closer, but stopping just at the edge of the bed. He wasn't about to leap up to join them without an invite. Cherno turned to Layla, who could only then look at him. His smile was slightly nervous, embarrassed, and excited all in one. He spoke in a hushed tone, as if there might be spies everywhere, even in his own bedroom.

"May I invite our mutual friend into our bed, princess? I think of him as so much more than a guardian ... and I am sure he will treat you with care."

"You have my word, fairest princess." Roma gave an elegant bow that made Layla giggle nervously.

"If you think it's okay ... I'd love to have him. But only if that's okay with him. And you. And - well, you know, you know."

She was still blazing, and it wasn't getting any better when the four-legged hybrid climbed into the royal bed with them. It sagged slightly beneath his weight, but that expansive thing could have held a whole orgy behind its drawn curtains. He reached his talons out for them both and gently drew them in. Layla was hesitant at first, but when she saw Cherno so freely dive in to stroke through the gryphon's inky black mane, she could only follow his example. The both of them took to happily sharing in their admiration for the unusual hybrid. So many species in one gryphon meant there were so many details to admire.

Of course, they weren't there just to pet him. The deer ran his hands down his guardian's side, slowly working to his tail end. Lifting and flicking that dangerous tail around, with its venomous stinger shining in the light of their lanterns, Roma invited them closer. His scent was as exotic as it was enticing, a marvellous blend of spice and lust. He wanted them every bit as much as they wanted him. Layla bit her lip not out of any discomfort, but out of sheer arousal when she saw her prince crawling beneath the backside of the gryphon to stuff his pretty deer face right against Roma's balls.

"That's it, prince. Do as your heart tells you." Roma's tone was firm, even a touch commanding. They both liked that.

One deep, intoxicating sniff was all it took to get Cherno utterly obsessed. He knew his guardian's scent well, but never so intimately. His eyes fluttered shut, nearly rolling back from a single huff. Of course Layla had to know for herself. Soon there were two royals sprawled across the sheets, hardly taking their turns sampling the scent from Roma's pair of juicy nuts. The husky's sensitive nose ensured she was utterly wasted on him, like he was the strongest drink she'd ever tasted, adoring and kissing him all over, admiring just how potent that set was.

"A princess like you deserves to be truly satisfied, don't you think Layla?" The gryphon's question made her perk up, curious what he was getting at. "I shall be happy to provide everything your prince cannot."

She gasped at such a scandalous tease, at least until she saw the expression on Cherno's face. The prince wore such a smile that she immediately understood what it was all about. He loved that little bit of meanness. Though to think such a thing could ever come from her own mouth was still impossible, to her. She simply laid there on her cushy belly and enjoyed the sound of the gryphon's voice while she tended to his balls and the tip of his unsheathing cock with her tongue.

"See the way she worships me? She knows she needs a beast. Something you, my antlerless prince, most assuredly are not."

They had only fallen off for the season, but that didn't mean it was any less effective on Cherno. Roma continued his teasing until his cock had pushed completely from its sheath, putting its imposing barbs on full display. Layla looked at those with hesitance at first. Like much of the rest of the gryphon, they looked dangerous. Her mind was easily changed by the sight of Cherno absolutely slobbering over them. The deer dove right in once more, and she could see the way those seemingly stiff bumps bent under the firm attention of his lashing blue tongue. Roma spoke with a slight grunt of pleasure underlining his every word.

"Do you feel the way they make your tongue tingle with every caress? Just think how they will feel inside you when I dominate you, prince. I know how much you thirst for me to mount you. What will your princess think when she sees what a slut you truly are?"

Layla bit her lip again. She was drenched at the mere thought. Watching Cherno worshipping his guardian only enticed her to join him. Soon the two of them shared in tasting over those attractive barbs, feeling the way they flexed under their attention, helping to milk out more of the dripping juices from the gryphon's golden shaft. His precum tingled slightly on their tongues. When Cherno had accumulated enough of it, he even went in for a kiss with the husky, so they could share in the flavour that was overtaking their every thought and sense of duty alike.

When Layla couldn't help herself and slipped that cock deep into her muzzle to fondly suck on it, Cherno was just going to have to top her indulgence. He brought himself back, licking his way down along the gryphon's balls, then up to his taint, until he nestled in right at the base of Roma's tail. Rimming and worshipping his guardian's ass kept him supplied in the exotic musk he craved, ensuring every lick was given with the utmost of devotion.

They tended to him until Layla was outright swallowing down his juices, and Cherno could feel the flexes of pleasure beneath his tongue. The gryphon was primed and ready, thoroughly worshipped by those he guarded with his life. He raised his hips, standing fully up on the bed, spreading his leathery wings like a canopy of his own. Two adoring royals looked up at him, waiting, squirming, holding each other's hands as they awaited his decision. Who was to be the first to receive his stiff, barbed, leaking cock? Roma offered another polite bow, despite everything.

"Layla, I will be certain to tend to you shortly, but first, I want you to see something. More specifically, to hear all the sounds that spill from the whore-prince's mouth when I fuck him like he deserves."

The husky's expression went from shocked, to pleased, to even a little devious. She wore a small smile as she considered her words carefully, and yet when they finally left her mouth they were the first things she could think to blurt out.

"He always seemed such a cock-slut, I bet he bleats like a bitch."

As soon as she said it, she slapped a hand over her mouth, hardly believing what she just heard in her own voice. Surely that wasn't her, but someone speaking through her. She quickly turned to apologize.

"I am sorry, Cherno, I was just ..."

He cut her off with a little peck on the lips and a nuzzle of her cheek.

"Don't stop! You sounded so cute making fun of me. Also yes, I do."

She giggled and thought about it a little more. Mostly, she was caught up in watching the prince disrobe before her. He showed himself off to her, all trim yet toned, with his ample pair and stiff blue cock. Looking it over, she licked her lips, impressive, even craving it, but she did her best to keep up the teasing, no matter how scandalous it felt.

"Compared to him, you might as well not even have a cock," she said, her hands hovering near her mouth the whole time just in case she went too far and needed to shut herself up. "You're um. You're just a hole. I'm going to love seeing you get made into a pathetic little pet."

Then she gave a tiny whisper to the grinning deer.

"Like that?"

"Yes!" he whispered back.

Roma meanwhile had stepped away only briefly to retrieve something which he had hidden in the prince's very bedroom. He returned with it clutched in his beak, and set a glittering, golden device down on the edge of the bed. Layla didn't recognize it, but Cherno did. A chastity cage built with the very emblem of his royal house upon it - there could be absolutely no doubt it was meant for him. Roma nodded to it.

"The forgemaster asked no questions. Few ever do when I approach them with a task, curiously enough. Now."

He nudged Cherno's chest with the top side of his beak, pushing the deer flat on his back and holding him there with a paw.

"Let us ensure you are carefully locked away. We wouldn't dare spill and waste any of that royal seed now would we?"

There remained the question of how exactly he intended to get it on when Cherno was utterly pounding with desire. All it took was the tiniest scratch across his belly with a venom-tipped claw, one he didn't even feel. The slightest dose of Roma's toxin applied in the right place left that proud spire of blue flopping over to the side. It was already stirring once more, but there was just enough time for Roma to cage him in with his surprisingly nimble toes. A series of highly specific latches secured the golden gift in place, leaving the gryph to smile fangily at his handiwork.

"My gift to you."

Cherno tapped at it a few times, only to flinch when he filled back out as much as the cage would let him - which wasn't much. He swelled to less than half his usual length, and then he was contained, left to drip through the openings in the metal and whimper with the rising need for release. It was only going to grow more intense. Layla reached to touch it as well, too curious not to.

"Well. You weren't going to - it was useless anyway."

She caught herself mid-sentence and made it meaner, just for Cherno. It was still a little forced, but she was doing her best. Giggling afterwards didn't help. She ended up making Cherno laugh too, even if he was still turned on by her efforts. They might have giggled together for longer, but Roma struck.

He'd been pacing like a duellist, eyeing up his prey, and when he saw an opportunity, he pounced Cherno down flat, this time onto his belly. Layla yelped briefly, and Cherno was already bleating. He continued letting out those frightened-sounding deer noises once he had a heavy paw on the back of his head, forcing him down flat on the bed, all bent over with his legs dangling over the edge. It was the perfect position for the big gryphon to mount him like a hen. All that remained was for Layla to scoot back, pull up her nightgown, and start stroking her shiny black spade until it glistened even more with all the desire she'd worked up worshipping the gryph.

The way he whimpered and squirmed when he felt that barbed cock grinding up along his taint and nestling in between his pert cheeks almost made it seem like Cherno was having second thoughts. Roma held him down and pushed his cock against his rim, spreading him, stretching him, soaking him with the constant shots of precum splashing all over that taut blue hole. The deer's eyes were closed and so were the husky's as she dipped a few fingers deep inside herself just to see her prince getting taken right in front of her, and listening to the way he so desperately moaned for more.

"Nn ... mm ... dirty ... " she began, but didn't finish. Her voice was quaking far too much for her to tease any more.

There was no need to get him any more flustered than he already was. He clutched the bed as best he could, grabbing a pillow just to bury his face in it when he made an especially embarrassing deerish noise. That all came simply from having Roma enter him. The slow, elegant movements of the gryphon's hips came next. His fuck style was that of an expert, of a pleasure giver as devoted to his bottom as he was to his own ecstasy. He took his time loosening Cherno up, in claiming and defiling the royal booty with his hybrid cock, pressing every button he possibly could with that immensely stimulating shaft. A mere pillow was hardly enough to muffle the bleats and outright screams escaping him.

The momentum of the gryphon's haunches coming down in deep, pounding thrusts, plapping balls to butt and thighs alike was inescapable. He fucked not like a beast, but like someone who knew exactly what the prince liked. Their courtship had been a long time coming. All through the prince's adult life he had longed for and dreamed his gorgeous guardian might have shared in the same desires. Every stroke of extra-stimulating dick thumping down into his ass told him Roma had been longing for this precise moment as much as he had been.

Yet for all the pleasure he felt, he couldn't overcome the unbreakable grip of the cage locking his cock in place. His desperation grew. He was pretty sure he couldn't cum half-erect like that. The strain was getting more and more intense, until he was beating a fist against the bed to the rhythm of the gryphon's thrusts, pleasured to a peak that wouldn't die down or resolve. It was an eye-watering, lip-quivering experience that brought a begging word from his lips.

"Please .."

"Ah, ah. If you are to spill your seed, it must be put to good use. Otherwise there shall be consequences." Roma's tone was like a song. "Layla, do disrobe completely. We wouldn't want to make a mess of that pretty gown of yours."

The husky did as she was told, sitting there nibbling her lip once she was fully naked. Her lightly chubby form always made her a little self-conscious, no matter how good it was for cuddling. As did her particularly plump canine cunt. It was sopping wet, ready to be knocked up at the slightest drop, but the last thing she'd ever expected of Cherno was to breed her. Yet when Roma loosened the restraints and let the deer's cock push free, fully stiff once more, that was precisely what she got. The gryphon guided those royal hips until he was between the thighs of his princess, nestled atop her cushioned form, and he entered her.

"Ohh ... ohhh! I take it back ... it's not useless at all ..."

Cherno barely heard her, collapsing atop her as Roma took him from behind. The gryphon's rutting pace ensured the price plunged deep inside the princess with his every thrust. It still felt strange to the buck, but he cast aside thoughts of what he was doing in favour of how it made her feel. He watched her face as it twisted into a mask of utter bliss, cherishing in the forbidden pleasure of being fucked by her prince, rather than their usual snuggles and smooches. He kissed her. Of course he adored her, and the quivering embrace wrapped around his cock told him he was going to make her cum.

It didn't take long. Locked in their thrusting, panting, soaking three-way, their bodies intertwined in shared ecstasy that had them reaching climax together after a mere minute of grinding out all that mutual pleasure. Layla was first. She screamed her lungs numb and squirted hard just to feel those thumping thrusts driving her full of deer dick. Cherno came shortly after her, sealing their royal marriage and assuredly giving her an heir in that rush of cum. His reward was the sensation of a pair of balls so much bigger than his own swelling and tightening against his backside, pumping out a flood of gryph seed until he was utterly drenched and swollen with all the spunk he milked out of Roma with that taut, squeezing hole.

The gryphon fucked his ass full of cum and kept him going with Layla until Cherno was utterly spent. They remained together like that, caught up in their threesome, until Roma rolled over and allowed the deer to pull from her. Just as the deer's cock began to soften, drenched in juices, still twitching, the gryphon captured it in the golden cage once more. This time, he secured a latch he hadn't bothered with before. It wasn't coming off for a while.

"You have done your princely duty well, Cherno." Roma nodded to him. "Now you need not fear. I will provide dear Layla with everything her bottom-bitch husband cannot."

Cherno could do nothing about it as he watched the gryphon overtake his princess, almost completely covering her form with his bulk. He heard the schlick of him entering Layla, and the resulting shattering moan come shaking out of the horny dog. She was still so wet, and Roma made her even more of a mess with his deep, powerful mating, spilling her juices down her thighs, soaking and shaking the bed, and bringing such whimpers of pleasure out of her as those barbs deeply stimulated her in places the buck's dick could never have touched.

"You shall produce an heir, as all the royals insist upon. Yet who is to say you cannot have a dozen more hybrids as well? I shall breed you so much more than merely once, if you will have me, Layla."

"Yesssssss ...!"

There came the strain again, that tooth-gritting pressure that came with hitting his limit with the cage. This time, he wasn't even sure he could hold back, despite being half-engorged at most. Listening to the way the husky moaned, the steady plaps of gryphon balls to husky thighs and butt, and all the soft, wet noises that came with their mating, he was twitching. It didn't take so much as a touch to keep him edging near his peak. Merely serving as the princely, uncrowned cuckold, antlerless doe of a buck was good enough.

A gush of gryphon cum came with such an audible splurch that Cherno simply couldn't handle it anymore. Though he kept his hands far from his caged cock, he came hard, right through the metal. It leaked down over his balls and left him blushing blue as he watched Roma slowly pulling from Layla with a long, extended slurping noise. A splash of cum came when he finally popped free, and he turned his attention to the deer with a most devious beaky smirk.

"Ah. Have I not warned you, prince? Spilling your royal seed anywhere but inside the princess is practically a crime. You shall have to be punished. First, I think, by cleaning up your mess. And mine."

The deer regarded the gryph, awaiting his sentence. Roma simply reached out with a paw and took the buck by the face, dragging him over no matter how he bleated in protest of the rough treatment. One good shove was all it took to make him faceplant directly atop the creamed dog pussy between Layla's thighs. The plump lips enveloped his muzzle, and the scent of Roma's cum overcame Cherno's senses. The gryph's paw remained precisely in place to ensure the deer remained completely smothered, even if it made it hard to breathe in the musky aftermath of his and Layla's mating. There were more princely duties to be done.

There was only one thing to do. He tended to Layla as best he possibly could, performing for her in ways he never normally could. Being lust-drunk helped, as did the sheer humiliation of being held there, forced to indulge her with his drippy half-stiff cock still locked up tight. He looked no more than a concubine under the royal gryphon's employ as he ate the husky out, drinking the cum right from her cunt. A little of it was his, but most of it belonged to the gryphon. He could tell by the taste.

Perhaps it was the lack of air, the musky flavour upon his tongue, or the contractions and writhing of pleasure coming from the overwhelmed husky. He was dripping again. Edging, throbbing in his cage, fighting as if to break it right off of his shaft. There was no escaping it, and neither was there any fighting down the pleasure. Roma was dominating him, forcing him to be a prince who tended to his princess, and no matter what he might have preferred, he delighted in doing that to Layla. With the gryphon's help. He throbbed, he twitched, he jumped and wiggled with the effort not to cum again, and none of it was of any help.

From taste, touch, and sheer humiliation, the deer spilled his seed again, despite already facing the consequences for doing so the first time. He made a mess all over the sheets between Layla's legs, and only when he was whimpering to a finish did Roma let him up. The gryphon regarded the panting, smothered deer wearing a silly smile with a faux-stern tone. He even pointed and wagged a claw-tipped toe at him.

"I did warn you, my prince. I was not teasing. Now I shall have to punish you much more intimately. Perhaps some time spent as part of me will teach you your lesson? I have always wanted to eat you as much as mate you."

It didn't even hurt when Roma sank his fangs into the side of Cherno's neck, such was his precision. A lick along the tiny wound came after. The deer didn't so much as squirm as his guardian came down on him with that immensely venomous nibble. All it took was a single drop working through his veins to make him flop forward, completely helpless. The paralysis was total, but for a few vital things. He could blink. He could breathe. Most importantly, he could feel every single little touch over his naked body as the gryph took him and turned him over to face him once more.

"Oh, prince! Are you ... is he okay?" Layla realized there was no sense asking Cherno himself when he was in such a state.

"Entirely." Roma bowed his head to the princess. "I have simply rendered him helpless so that he can take his punishment like a good prince."

"Ohhhh ..." Layla could only moan at that thought at first, but reality dawned on her. "Are you really going to _eat_him? Is that safe?"

"Rest assured the finest of magicians and priests alike reside within this kingdom. Your prince will be himself again, in time. When I allow him to be." He gave a whip of his stinger-tail through the air. "And please do feel free to enjoy the show."

She was way ahead of him. Though he'd fucked her nearly numb, she scooted back across the bed, trailing his cum all the way, and brought a quivering finger to the folds of her shiny pussy. Lacking the strength to really finger herself as intensely as she needed, she was going to have to make do with a slow, smooth stroke along her splattered spade, keeping herself clenching and shivering with pleasure as she turned her eyes towards the gryphon. He did so love to perform for others, she'd been told.

Roma locked eyes with his ward and drew his forked tongue ever so slowly along the full confines of his beak. He didn't seem to blink. When he spoke, it was in his lowest, most drawn out of tones, as if every single word was a succulent treat to be savoured.

"The magics involved to return you to your form are most complex, you know. It does not happen without someone making the proper arrangements. The burden is entirely upon me to ensure it happens." He leaned in closer, tickling at the deer's cheek with his tongue. "You are trusting me with your very existence, my good prince. Wouldn't it be ever so ironic if your guardian was the one to claim you forever?"

Cherno had to admit it made his heart thump in a way he didn't expect. Of course he trusted his loyal guardian. Roma would never break his word. Yet the very notion, the very consideration he could have was enough to leave him straining against his cage all the more urgently. All it was going to take was a little more teasing to make him add to his sentence upon the gryphon's flanks and haunches, and Roma was delighted to provide as much teasing as he could handle.

First it was a matter of running his tongue along every single inch of Cherno's body. It was almost worshipful the way he licked at every single detail of his paralyzed prey. A slurp across the face, and then down along his throat left the buck breathing a bit more heavily. He was absolutely throbbing. Simply basking in the presence of the deadly beast, his scent, his delicate touch, while completely helpless left him excited in a way he couldn't have properly expressed even if he could move. It only made it better than his skin seemed so very sensitive to the slightest touch for as long as he was envenomed.

"Ahh, your flavour is so refined, my prince. How I have longed to simply run my tongue across your body. I could taste you all night long if my belly wasn't already calling out for you."

Layla faltered briefly at all the talk of eating her prince right in front of her. She observed the scene a little longer, tentative, and then simply sighed her way into a much deeper fingering session, with all the energy she had left. Perhaps she shouldn't have been so turned on to see her beloved teetering close to being devoured in front of her, and perhaps that dereliction of princess duty was precisely what made her so fucking wet no matter how good Roma had already fucked her in front of her own prince.

Roma continued on, drawing his tongue over every detail, every inch. He wasn't content until there was no single spot on Cherno's body that hadn't been streaked with his clinging saliva. Only then did he pause to breathe slowly in the face of his motionless prey. The only movement the deer could make was the huffing of his chest, the rapid blinking of his eyes as that humid air steamed over his face, and the steady pulse of his caged cock looking like it was ready to break free of the forgemaster's masterpiece. The gryphon leaned extra close to place his beak right next to one of the buck's ears.

"I have been with you since you were a fawn. You have always been precious to me, my prince. And that is precisely why I am going to take such utter, divine pleasure in devouring your whole tonight. For a time, you shall be nothing but mine."

He dragged a talon down Cherno's side just to make him throb all the harder. The deer was dripping in his cage, coming ever so close to spilling his royal seed once more, no matter how much he'd already given. He was trembling internally by the time Roma locked eyes with him once more, and began to spread that fanged beak wider and wider before his face. It dripped upon him, raining thick gryph drool just to ensure Cherno knew exactly how much his guardian wanted to eat him. Then Roma attacked.

It was as sudden as it was precise. He enveloped the deer's entire head at once in his warm beak, pressing his prey's face down firmly to his tongue. He slurped once more, bathing the paralyzed deer in a fresh layer of his spit. Even that tingled slightly on his skin. The bird was as venomous as he was acidic. The first hint of a distant gurgling echoing up from the gullet pulsing in front of the buck's face told him he wasn't going to last long within the gryphon. He hoped it wouldn't hurt, but he didn't truly care. Being swallowed by the hybrid was an experience all its own that was worth any discomfort - and so far, it felt nothing but incredible.

"Mm, mmmf, nnn, ohh, my prince ..."

Roma made sure to vocalize just how much he was enjoying himself, forming muffled words around the shape of his meal. He curled his tongue around Cherno's chest several times, looping it under his arms, and squeezed. The gasps that escaped the deer were the only sounds he could possibly make as he got guzzled by the gryph. One deep, long swallow took his head into that waiting tunnel, hugging all around him, squeezing him deeply. It was like a massage all the way down, kneading on his helpless body, helping him to relax and trust his guardian completely, even when the gryph wanted to completely destroy him. For a time.

Lustful hunger insisted that Roma move with slightly more haste. He tossed his head back with the deer protruding from his beak, flailing those useless legs around as he got in a better position to swallow him down. Still sprawled across the royal bed, the hybrid idly humped at the side of the sex-strained mattress, slowly swaying his hips with pleasure as he felt that buck descending down his distended gullet. Another good gulp made Cherno gasp as much as it made Layla moan. The princess was nearly wrist deep in herself, just watching the handsome outline of her deer sliding deeper into the body of the one sworn to protect him.

With that princely ass framed nicely in his jaws, cum still dripping from beneath that short deer tail, Roma could have easily finished off his meal in one more powerful gulp. There still remained the matter of that cage, and the gryph swirled his tongue to tease at the trapped package of his prey. He wasn't simply teasing. Instead, he took great care and applied his forked precision to loosening the locks and freeing the deer's cock without so much as needing a hand - or a paw - of assistance. That fancy trick left the metal tumbling from his beak before it could be swallowed with the rest of the deer. Such fine work was worth preserving, after all.

Of course Cherno came on the way down. His cock was bare and sliding over the back of Roma's tongue, and when it entered the gryph's gullet he couldn't resist that pulsing stimulation. His sense of gravity was all turned around, the blood was rushing to his head, he was immersed in humid, sloppy gryph throat, and that all combined to send him over the edge even harder than before - even harder than he'd spurted for his guardian, perhaps even harder than he'd bred his princess. It all went rolling down over his slathered body, sometimes splashing in his own face as he teetered over the edge towards temporary oblivion.

All it was going to take was one more good gulp, and Roma was happy to oblige. He put all his flourishing into that final swallow, as his princely prey deserved. With one front foot cupping at his bulging neck to clutch and frame his meal, he dragged that deer down into his depths until the last glimpse of Cherno's hooves vanished into his open beak. A sagging swell on the gryphon's underside was the temporary trophy of his predatory conquest. Roma turned his attention to the princess as soon as he was done eating the prince.

"My my, Layla. So excited by the sight of me eating your beloved, aren't you?" He arched his beak. "Not that you should feel any shame in it. I put on a hell of a show, after all. Here. Feel him, before I finish him."

Cherno felt himself swinging along with Roma's movements until the gryph settled down atop the husky in a blanketing squish. He blushed to hear Layla's excited, broken giggles, and even more to feel the faint touch of her hands stroking over his confined form. As for the chamber itself, it was a tidy, even spotless place that hardly resembled a stomach. There wasn't a trace of food or digestive acids alike, which left Cherno wondering where he really was. Were gryphons built differently? He listened carefully to the explanation Roma provided Layla in a sultry, teasing tone.

"Unfortunately, I won't be able to savour digesting your love. Once I unleash these acids, he'll be gone in seconds. He won't even feel it. Would you like to feel him shrinking down, pressed right up against you?"

"Mmmmmmm ...." was all Layla could respond at first, a long, breathy moan. After that, she stammered out her weakened assurances. "I shouldn't ... it's not that I don't love him ... I just ..."

"There is such pleasure in the forbidden, dear Layla. To think I'd ever eat my prince and fuck his princess would have once been unthinkable. And now it makes me more excited than anything else ever could."

He demonstrated exactly what he meant by rubbing his barbed cock up and down along the inside of Layla's splattered thigh. She was dripping, heaving for breath, quivering with need, and he came ever so close to penetrating her in those slow, wet strokes, but he stopped just short.

"Now. Listen closely. I shall make this deer disappear and pay the price for his sloppy transgressions." He raised his voice to ensure Cherno heard him. ""Have a good rest, my prince. I will be sure to keep your bed warm while you are gone. As well as your crown. And your princess."

Cherno's heart thumped all the harder when he felt those first rumbles and gurgles rising up around him. The belly stirred with a sense of writhing anticipation, surrounding him with a cacophony of hissing, slushing sounds, but there were no acids. Not yet. Roma gave a short huff, and then a satisfied groan, and the deer was submerged almost instantly. In the end, Cherno felt himself being overtaken by those digestive fluids, but nothing more. He ceased his squirming and twitched for a mere few seconds as he was reduced to a skeletal semblance of his former self within the first five seconds of being exposed to those ultra-deadly hybrid juices.

Layla gasped as she felt herself seemingly sinking into that belly atop her. It rapidly shrank down all throughout the fearsome process of digesting Cherno into nothing more than gryph food. There was nothing gradual about it. One moment, she could still feel the deer squirming beneath the layers that separated him from the kingdom he was set to inherit, and the next he was gone, reduced to a softened, shrinking, indistinct weight in the royal guardian's gut. She couldn't help her slightly shocked moan when she realized how quickly it had all gone.

Roma arched his back with pleasure to moan just as much as Layla. It wasn't just finishing off his prey that did it. Rapidly absorbing all the nutrients he'd transformed Cherno into had a curiously arousing effect on him. It didn't just make his dick twitch. His balls grew outright plump with all he'd absorbed from the deer he was in the process of fully, utterly digesting, bones and all. Such protein he'd claimed, and it was going to help him pump the buck's full of cum all the more thoroughly.

"Ohhh, feel the way he makes my balls swell. It seems your prince will breed you one more time tonight, dear princess. I will help him as before."

He didn't move from where he was, but to push his swollen cock against the tender lips of Layla's glistening spade. The husky was overflowing, utterly dripping all over herself with a mix of the leftover cum and her own juices. A long, stimulating schlurk of his barbed cock pushing inside her left her bordering on screaming. With his prey-pumped nuts resting against the princess' pussy, Roma reached up to do something nearly as unthinkable as eating the prince himself. That crown was still resting there, hanging lazily on one of the bedposts. The gryphon took it for himself.

Though it hardly fit his great, maned head, it rested there well enough for Layla to gaze up at and see as she got fucked by the well-fed gryphon right where she normally slept alongside the deer. The royal bed sagged with the thrusts of the royal beast. Roma's lust came fuelled by his conquest, and by the absolute satisfaction that came with digesting someone. He'd see his ward again in time. But first, Cherno had a sentence to work off on his guardian's flanks, and Roma had so much pleasure to give the gasping, whimpering husky beneath him, even if it meant knocking her up again, and again with his hybrids. With the royal duty achieved, he could have as much fun with the princess as he liked.