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This was an RP between myself and the wonderful 'Xanadeas'.

It contains sex between a gryphon and a wolfess.

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Lycia would gaze at the rather large and surprisingly extravagant hotel upon the hillside, arching a single eyebrow in disbelief. She'd heard of the place but had never visited before today. The wolfess was surrounded by a retinue of guards, large and burly wolves of various ages from young to well, somewhere around middle age. Though they carried no weapons it was evident they were capable of handling themselves in combat. The wolfess herself was somewhat stocky, a bit over five feet tall and somewhere around one-hundred-thirty pounds. Some if it was fat, giving her a pleasantly curvy form but some of it was also muscle. She was just as capable a fighter as her guards, as was necessary for her particular way of life.

"Hn... well at least it'll be.. cozy." Her voice was surprisingly rough, not what most would expect from a princess.

Looking down from a room many floors above, Talos flexed his claws idly, having been waiting almost an hour for her arrival. A quick glance at her guards told him that this was indeed the princess, and that he had nothing to fear from her presence. He had brought along with him merely two of his most trusted royal guard; avians preferred to travel light, and rarely feared any combat situation.

"Please," the King motioned with a flick of his claws, "bring her up to me." The guard bowed silently, disappearing down the grand spiral staircase in an instant. His eyes fixed upon the well-statured wolfess that stood in the center of a platoon of fit-looking wolves; there was no doubt that she was in charge. As he slowly turned away from the window and sat back upon his large chair, both of the guards reached the bottom floor, where they bowed before the princess that had just entered through the imposing wooden doors.

"My lady," spoke one of them regally, "our King requests your presence in the seventh-floor loft. You are welcome to bring your guards if you so desire."

The princess critically eyed the two guards, examining them from head to toe; inspecting them. Each one was measured and weighed in an instant, determining whether they could prove to be a threat. After a brief pause she spoke.

"Of course, lead the way." She made several small gestures with one hand and her guards saluted, striking their chest with a fist and standing rigid for a moment before separating and beginning to prowl around the grounds of the hotel.

Lycia herself then approached the two gryphons and beckoned for them to lead her inside.

The two guards motioned for the princess to follow, turning heel and making their way to the grand spiral staircase, which they defty began to climb. They watched as the princess followed, and together the three ascended up seven floors to where the most expensive and beautiful apartments could be found. They arrived at a large, golden set of doors, which the two guards opened before the proud female and bowed before her, allowing her room to pass through.

As she took her first steps inside, she was met with the sight of a large gryphon sitting at the other end of the room. Slowly getting to his paws, Talos raised his head and allowed his deep blue eyes to connect with the canine's own, ruffling his feathers gently as he stood to his full height, which equalled the wolfess' own stature. He was many times longer, however; much larger than his guards, with bulky muscles adorning his frame and a deep, golden brown coat of pure, silky fur and feathers layers over them. As he approached with small steps, he gave the princess a curt nod and a gently sweep of his enormous wings.

"My lady," he spoke in a deep, luscious voice, "it is good to finally meet you."

Lycia took in everything in the room, her gaze carefully shifting about it until it finally settled upon the large gryphon seated at the far end. She took in every detail of his body, from his height and mass, to the color of his fur, feathers, and eyes. Her own fur was a deep shade of brown ranging in tone from chocolatey to an almost burnt or charred brown. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of gold, fairly common for a wolf.

"Talos." She brought her right hand to her left breast much as her guards had to her, saluting the gryphon out of respect. Her stance was firm, her head held high. She was clearly royalty and, despite her rough and perhaps brusque speech, she knew how to show it in form.

"It is a shame that we had to meet under such circumstances. My father's death has lead to some... minor difficulties and turbulence. I am hoping that these negotiations will go smoothly and without incident."

The avian King looked over her for the briefest of seconds; it was easy for him to judge the qualities of royalty in mere seconds. He had over thirty years more experience than this wolfess, and would be able to show it without much difficulty.

"Please, sit," he offered, pulling up a large chair which she accepted pleasantly. Sitting down, the gryphon noticed her eyes, despite her body remaining composed and firm, were wandering all over his burnished brown mane.

"Indeed it is a shame," he noted, "and you have my condolences for your father's passing. It seems that losing him has eased your Kingdom into turmoil, and you are no longer able to handle the problem yourself. There have been fights as canines have attempted to steal and loot from my people, and if a solution is not found soon, I am afraid it may lead to many unnecessary deaths. I have ordered my kingdom to not retaliate against your people, but if such activities do not cease, then I may be forced to play a hand I do not wish to. What say you to this, Princess Lycia?

"It would be futile at this point to claim that everything is under control. My people are angry, devastated by the loss of their beloved leader. Their actions are, to be honest, due to no longer having a proper alpha. They refuse to acknowledge me as I am a female." The princess continued to examine the gryphon, judging him by every word spoken.

Though she had many years less experience, she did have a great deal of instruction in the ways of royalty. But it was clear that it was still not refined, not perfect. She had an air of hubris, she was proud and determined, but not stupidly so. She could understand when she was not in a position for great bargaining.

"I am hoping that by coming here we can find a solution the problem of my people's... attacks against yours. I do not wish for war, nor do I wish to see my people harmed in retaliation for their admittedly foolish actions."

She rested her hands in her lap, claws lightly digging into her skin. Her father had chosen a poor time to die, she was soon to enter her estrus cycle and already she was finding it difficult to fully control her more... primal desires. It was obvious in the way she stared at the gryphon, doing more than just examining him at this point.

"Perhaps you would have an idea as to how this could be settled peacefully and without a death toll?"

The King sat there silently for a few moments, his nose picking up a rather odd scent. It only took him a mere fraction of a second to understand what it was he was detecting.

"So," he stated firmly, "you have no control over your own people. They continue to attack mine, despite my attempts at being reasonable. You say they will not respond to anything without their leader being returned to them. And you come here with, well, nothing to offer me or my people in return. My dear, you are in a very poor position right now." Despite her training, Talos could see the flush of embarrassment on her canine features. Both of them knew it; she was desperate. Standing up from his seat, the bulky male clicking his claws, sending both of his guards swiftly from the room, and a click could be heard as the lock latched behind them.

"Now we have total privacy," he informed her, "and we can negotiate in peace. You wish for a stable kingdom... yet it seems I cannot think of a solution. If you do not find yourself a new alpha soon.... well, it may be a very tragic day for your people. I am not a violent gryphon, but if things continue in such a manner, then I'm afraid I will have to stop this problem before it spirals out of control."

"You speak the truth. I come to you with little to offer. I have come here as a last resort... To request your aid in dealing with these individuals in a manner that will not result in many lives lost. It is my hope that we can come to an agreement and a swift one."

The wolfess' scent was changing and none too subtly. She was entering her estrus cycle and it was already making it somewhat more difficult for her to think rationally. It was a sharp scent, like a forest during spring. Earthy and potent, but not particularly unpleasant.

When the guards departed from the room the canine's ears perked, hearing the lock click into place. It was an action that set her hackles up. Why was the gryphon dismissing his guards?

"What exactly do you intend to do here, Lord Talos?" She was staring much more intently now, doing her best to keep her calm. She wanted to growl in irritation, to find a male and be rutted. Being here, during this time left her vulnerable and she did not like it. It meant she was even weaker, even more likely to say something stupid; to agree to something stupid.

The hybrid smiled at her, his eyes staring directly into her own.

"Don't worry," he reassured her, "I merely wished for my guards to allow us some peace and quiet. It would be impolite of me to have my guard listen when yours are all on the lower floors. It is merely an act of politeness." He allowed his wings to catch a draft coming through the open window, inhaling the scent coming from the wind.

"I do have something in mind, actually," he said after a long silence, drawing the female's gaze. She looked at him, and he gave her a soft, almost friendly stare. Walking up to her he saw her body tense up; she was on edge, like she was ready for an attack. Ever so slowly he reached out and placed a claw on her shoulder, showing that he was not trying to pull anything suspicious.

"Perhaps," he whispered softly in her ear, "you do have one remaining card to play here. One last attempt at saving your people. Otherwise... I cannot help you, dear princess."

"What is it that you would ask of me, Lord Talos?" The wolf princess looked to the gryphon's paw upon her shoulder, inhaling subtly. She wanted to know his scent, wanted to know it... intimately. However she could not risk getting closer to where it would be strongest.

Her desires were beginning to cloud her judgement, beginning to make it incredibly difficult to think of anything other than being mounted. This gryphon was quite handsome, attractive even. He was strong... powerful. Those wonderful feathers were gorgeous and that fur looked quite soft and warm.

"I think perhaps we should end negotiations for today. I am suddenly feeling... under the weather. It was a long walk and I am tired." A lie. She had to leave the room, leave before she could no longer control herself.

The young wolfess looked suitably distressed; Talos was no fool, and he knew she was right on the edge of her emotions, looking over into the void she was afraid to touch. She turned away from him and quickly made her way over to the doors, placing her hands upon them to try and make her way down and away from this situation she found herself in. However, when she tried to open the doors, she found them firmly locked.

"Please," she said, her voice wavering, "open the doors." Talos bowed his head and walked over, giving her an apology.

"Sorry about that, Princess," he said softly, stepping in front of her to open the doors, "my guards were a little careless and locked the inside as well as out." He swung both the doors open, offering her a way to leave.

"You are welcome to take a break," he told her gently, "but if you want help with your problem, then I could be convinced into finding a solution for you if you remain here... to negotiate."

Lycia watched the gryphon's movements. The way his muscles flexed and stretched that hide as he moved, the way those powerful feet and claws gripped the floor. It was driving her mad, the sheer sight of him was driving her mad with lust. It was quite difficult to maintain an air of royalty at this point.

When Talos stepped in front of her she took a look between his hind legs, staring unabashedly. She wanted to know what lie between those powerful haunches. Soon another smell filled the air... her sex beginning to drip with arousal. It was a sweet scent and quite powerful, one that the male would find difficult to miss.

"I would... I would much like to find a solution as soon as possible." Why was she staying? She wanted to leave. She knew what would happen if she didn't. She could tell now that the gryphon was somehow leading her up to this. That he wanted this as well and that infuriated her. But at the same time... the idea was all too appealing.

"You... want me to submit to you." She said it as a matter of fact, without a doubt that's what the gryphon wanted from her. She knew it just as she knew that if he told her to get on all fours, she would do it.

Allowing the large doors to swings shut and lock again with a loud click, the avian King turned back to her and looked directly down into her eyes.

"It seems you are no longer capable of playing our little game," he said with a small, light hearted chuckle. She was visibly shaky; arousal painted every inch of her expression, and even the area between her legs was damn and pungent with her need.

"Very well then," he churred, "since you asked so directly, then yes, my dear princess, I desire your submission." Her eyes were focused on him, still resistant, still fighting his influence. All he needed was to tip her over the edge, and he knew exactly what to say. Leaning forward, he brought his beak down and whispered directly into her ear.

"You may leave now, and nobody will ever know of what happened in this room. But if you so choose, I will take your submission. Not only that, I will give you the alpha your clan needs. I will plant him deep inside of you, and you will join our clans as one. But submission is not just a word, my dear, not just an action: it is a showing of obedience, a showing of relinquishment. Do you submit to me, Lycia the wolf? Will you do as I command, to satisfy yourself and save your people?"

The wolfess balled her hands into fists, her claws digging into the palms of her hands. She was infuriated; outraged at the thought of having to submit. But she knew it was necessary, she knew that this was what she had to do to help her people. She knew she wanted it. That, above all else, made her even angrier. The thought that she wanted to be mounted by this large male, wanted to submit to him completely and utterly.

Without saying a word she would turn around and reach behind her to undo the neck of her dress. She would then let it fall about her feet, kicking it away unceremoniously. The once proud wolfess would then get down onto all fours and hike her tail, revealing her tight tailhole and dripping sex.

Her scent was stronger now, filling the air and making it almost impossible to ignore.

"I submit... to you. So that I may bear your young and provide my people with the alpha they so desperately want. So that I... so that I can save them." She bit her lip, growling in irritation.

Her hips were wide, meant for bearing large litters of cubs, her breasts large and full... equally equipped for rearing young. Her sex was tight, having never once been penetrated. She was a virgin through and through, having never been with a male or even instructed in the ways of pleasuring one.

The gryphon did not speak, merely admired what was being presented so needily to him. His own body flushed with arousal, although he was skilled at containing it.

"A pure virgin," he spoke softly, walking over to her and inhaling her scent deeply, allowing it to fill his mind and rest firmly in his senses. She was in a turmoil of emotions, but did not let her tail fall or waver; she was showing him he was in complete control. Turning away from her he returned to one of the large, comfortable sofas surrounding the edge of the room, reclining back on one and peering at her on his side.

"Stand, little wolf," he said with a smile, seeing her flush as he disregarded her official title. She huffed and stood up, but he knew she was just denying the inevitable.

"To save your people?" he asked, a smirk working it's way over his royal beak, "speak honestly, young princess. Your cycle demands me... you demand me, you crave me. You want nothing more than for me to tear the heat from your body and douse the fire that burns in your loins." He beckons for her to approach with a claw.

"Show me," he growled lustily, "show me that you acknowledge me, as your Master, and yourself, as my submissive female."

Lycia stood before the gryphon, still keeping her hands clenched into fists. Now simply to keep from clawing and biting at the gryphon. She did not enjoy being commanded... but she would accept his orders without question. She had no choice in the matter; at least that is what she told herself.

"What is it you would have me do?" The princess took note of her title being dropped. It chafed, but she said nothing of it. He was right. She wanted him and badly... NEEDED him inside her.

Her whole body ached and it took a great deal of willpower to keep from pouncing upon the male and attempting to ravage him.

"Tell me so that I might... please you." Subservience was not in her nature, was not something she had ever been taught and it was obvious. She was respectful, but there was still an air of regality about her. She still kept her chin held high, her eyes did not look away from the gryphon's except to examine his body. The lust was impossible to hide, however.

The King's churring deepened a note or two as she stood before him, still trying to hold onto some semblance of dignity or power.

"Now, now," he spoke softly, firmly, "is that any way for you to show how much you appreciate what the King of a foreign country is willing to do to save your people?" He shook his head in mock disbelief, gently flexing his hind paws and front claws. Every so slightly he reclined back against the chair, slowly exposing himself before the young princess. His thick, lush fur kept everything covered except for his tight, fleshy pucker which was settled under his flicking tail, the female's eyes suddenly noticing it's presence.

"Can you not think of any way that would show me that you... appreciate my efforts?" he asked softly, purring deeply, "actions speak louder than words, after all." He smiled, flicking his tail almost teasingly.

"Although words can often be of great value also, my dear wolf."

That tight ring of flesh was difficult to ignore, it was as though the gryphon was showing it intentionally. The wolfess looked down to it, staring at it... She was expected to do something and it didn't take long for her to puzzle it out. Being canine it was almost as though she were being mocked. She quashed her desire to be indignant and lowered herself to her knees before the mighty creature.

She moved closer, slowly pressing her nose in towards the male's rump, inhaling deeply. She expected him to smell foul but was pleasantly surprised when she was met with his warm musk instead.

Her nose gently pressed up against the sensitive ring of flesh, cold and somewhat damp, perhaps shocking the gryphon a bit if he were unaccustomed to such a sensation. Slowly she closed her eyes and dragged her long, dexterous tongue over the male's hole, tasting him for the first time; tasting a male for the first time. It was her first act of submission to the large beast.

As the young female wolf lowered herself down between his hind legs, her eyes showing a flicker of her submission, the gryphon smiled and gently places a claw on her shoulder. His large feral form reclined back in the comfort of the sofa, his legs spreading to allow her better access to his immaculately clean rump.

"You are a quick learner," he purred in a low rumble, admiring her slow, soft lick over his flesh, "they say that burying one's muzzle under one's tail is the ultimate show of obedience and submission." He found her warm, messy canine tongue quite pleasurable, and was eager for the princess to continue her treatment.

"You need not fear any coming in here by accident," he reminded her, "it is simply between you and myself. Show me how dedicated... how eager you are to be between my legs, to call me Master, to receive my fertile stain upon your hide, and only then will your Kingdom - and yourself - be satisfied."

The wolfess continued to slowly lick the male's pucker, finding the taste... satisfactory. It was warm and not unpleasant at all. It carried a trace of his musk which further heightened her arousal. Upon being complimented she even showed the barest hint of a smile, though it was quickly hidden.

"I will... do as you command, Master." It still did not sit well with her, that she had to be beneath him. That she had to offer herself in such a manner. She wanted it, but yet felt a sting of indignity upon having to continue satisfying the gryphon. She knew this relationship would not be one of equals, but of master and servant.

Not once did she stop licking, her tongue continually sliding over that flesh to tease and prod it, coating it in a layer of warm saliva. Thoughts of the large creature breeding her were beginning to fill her mind, further clouding her judgement. The desire to be mounted, to be filled completely had become overwhelming in such a short amount of time.

Slowly the wolfess pushed her tongue deeper into that tight pucker, testing it tentatively at first. But upon realizing just how thoroughly clean the gryphon was, she would continue to push inwards. Her muzzle was flush with the male's rump, her long tongue delving ever deeper into his depths.

Talos could not help but release a particularly loud purr of approval as his new pet's canine tongue slipped under his tail and deep into his body. He looked down to see her muzzle pressed firmly into his furry rump, that questing tongue licking and savouring the deep, musky tastes buried inside his anal passage. He allowed her to work away at him for a while, ensuring she knew that she was doing this solely for his pleasure. She still seemed on the fence as far as submission went, but he knew her resistance would falter in time.

"You possess a great deal of skill," he praised her gently, honestly, "I will be hard pressed not to have you down under my tail more often." He looked at her with a smile, ensuring she was lapping at the deepest parts her tongue could reach. Down there, tasting the rich heat and flavor his his rectum, she could not hold any sort of dignity or pose.

"That will do, my wolf," he purred softly, "give my rear a proper kiss, and then we will discuss what comes next."

The she-wolf continued to lick for some moments before slowly withdrawing her tongue from that warm rump. Ever so gently she pressed her lips to that sensitive flesh, giving it a warm kiss as commanded. As she pulled away she could still taste Talos' musky flavor, savoring it...

Lycia could not help but enjoy it, it was a warm and strong flavor that she would grow to crave. "Y-yes, Master." She was becoming anxious, she wanted to know what the gryphon would have her do next. She wanted to be mounted, she needed it badly. Her scent was heavy upon the air now, almost overwhelming. Juices were dripping from her snatch, oozing down her thighs and soaking her fur.

"P-please... tell me what else you would have me do." Was she starting to enjoy this? The idea of it made her sick at first... but now, the more she thought about it, the more she gave in, the more she wanted it. The more she enjoyed serving the gryphon.

Talos watched her, analyzing her, scrutinizing her. He knew she could be made into a ripe little wolfess, free for him to breed in the leisure of his own castle, the female addicted to his body and seed. She had only yet tasted his rear, and yet she was already eyeing him with a desperate eagerness.

"I can see how much you desire to have the fires in your loins quenched, my dear wolf," he said softly, "but showing self-control is an important part of proving your worth. I will not let just any wolf bear my clutch; it must be the best wolf. You wish for me to be direct? Very well then." He slowly covered his moist tailhole, looking down at her and lowering his voice to a rich, lust-filled rumble.

"I am going to have you get me ready to breed you," he purred deeply, "with all of your talents. Then, my little wolf, I will mount you. I will not be gentle, oh no, I will ensure your pregnancy. I will pin you down and rut you hard, like a feral bitch in heat, until the head of my penis pierces your cervical wall and ejaculates deep into your egg chambers. I will tie with you like a canine, and continue to pump your body full of my seed until you are swollen to bursting with my fluids. Then, and only then, will I pull out and leave you bearing my clutch, which you will give birth to at my castle, and unite our kingdoms under our name."

The wolfess panted hotly, her body quivering slightly. She was to prepare the gryphon to mount her.. and then he would rut her as she so badly desired, as she needed. That was her understanding of it... everything else seemed to be unimportant at the moment. She couldn't contain herself much longer.

Lycia's body ached with need and she was ready to do anything Talos desired, her sex continuing to drool fluids down her thighs and forming a puddle beneath her on the floor. "I will do as you command, Master. So that my kingdom will flourish. So that... I can have you inside me."

She could no longer hide it, she wanted him badly. Her mind was completely fogged with lust and desire, her body burned with it as if she were aflame. She scooted as close as she could whist on the floor and pressed her nose forward slowly, sniffing between the large male's legs until she found his maleness.

"Shall I start now, master?" She asked for permission first, not wanting to offend the gryphon by being too presumptuous. She would willingly take her time, though her body screamed at her to do otherwise.

The gryphon saw the expression in her eyes change; the change he had been looking for all day, the sign of eagerness and complete willingness. He raised his leg for her, finally allowing the precious female to gaze upon his endowment. Her eyes widened as she saw what lay between her new Master's hind legs for the first time. A huge, plump sheath, similar to that of her canine companions, stood proudly before her, hiding the gryphon's no-doubt massive member deep within. That puffy, imposing sheath soon trailed down to a massive, swinging sack containing two immense, orange-sized testicles. Each one hung below his body with authority; containing a huge quantity of rich avian sperm, the sperm that would be leaving the princess' body swollen with life.

"Like what you see?" he asked quietly, lifting his leg and leaning back to grant her full access to his genitals. She looked at him, almost begging in her eyes to let her taste him, touch him, please him.

"No need to rush," he purred, "much like my tailhole, show your new Master how much you appreciate, and desire, his testicles."

Upon laying eyes upon that massive sheath and those swollen testicles, the princess gasped slightly. The males of her race were often quite large, and thus their equipment as well. But this was the first time she'd seen male up close; the first time she'd been intimately so.

She slowly reached out towards those big orbs and caressed them with strong digits, careful of her sharp claws. She did not wish to harm her new Master, merely pleasure him. Slowly she leaned in, inhaling deeply much as she had with Talos' rump. The scent of his musk was strong, overwhelming to the senses.

That long, dexterous tongue would snake out of her muzzle once more, starting to gently caress those large, full orbs. Steadily she'd begin to pant, moaning hotly against them. Her breath would tickle against that short fur, bathing it in warmth. She was so aroused that even the simple act of licking her Master's full sack was causing an incredible amount of pleasure.

Carefully she took one of those large orbs into her maw, beginning to suck tenderly upon it, tasting it fully. She rolled it about in her muzzle, caressing it with her tongue before gently releasing it and repeating the act with the other sperm filled orb. Talos was so large... so impressive... She wondered just how full she would really be at the end of this. The image of her belly swollen with his seed caused her to moan again, louder this time. She would happily carry his clutch.

"M-master... you taste so wonderful." She spoke after carefully releasing the second orb, now nuzzling and stroking at them both.

"S-so strong... and pungent. I need you... inside me soon. Please Master, you're so big... but I want it, I NEED it!" The wolfess moaned again, barely able to contain her excitement. The gryphon was exactly what she needed and he was teasing her. She enjoyed tasting those heavy orbs, pleasuring them and soaking them in saliva.

"I beg of you... please mount me!" She was begging now, so completely consumed by desire.

Talos growled lustily, her words making him wonder if he shouldn't just pound her into submission over the sofa immediately. She was the first to truly ever test his composure, but even still, he managed not to let her lust get the better of him.

"We will get to that," he told her, seeing her wild expression. Softly, slowly, he leaned over and kissed her between the eyes, and action that seemed to make the young princess calm down a great deal. Leaning back, Talos stretched out his limbs and his wings, showing off once again the majesty of his size.

"I'm not even hard yet," he chuckled, pointing down to his dark, furred sheath. Somewhere deep inside, she knew, lay his proud avian spire, the one that would deflower her body and claim her as the gryphon's pet, the gryphon's property. Talos knew she would bend to his will, and then he would take his prize back to his castle where he would rule with her down under his legs, queen in title but bitch in role.

"Why don't you make your Master nice and ready for your body," he suggested with a wink.

Lycia continued to pant hotly, her tongue lolling out of her maw, she was even drooling a bit. The wolf nodded slowly, clearly she hadn't pleasured her Master enough if he wasn't hard yet. She leaned in closer to that wonderful sheath and began to carefully lick and kiss at it.

The wolf's warm, long tongue would slowly trace from the base of that full sheath all the way to the top. "Like this, Master?" She had heard of wolves pleasuring one another with their tongues, it couldn't be that difficult to do, could it?

Still, she was careful in every action. She slowly pressed her tongue against the slit of the male gryphon's sheath, tasting his thick musk and sweat. That tongue would slowly push in, much like with Talos' rump. It would delve deep into his sheath, even curling partially about that hidden shaft within.

The wolfess worked her tongue within that warm sheath, tasting her Master and hoping to entice him to arousal. She was so eager to please him now, so desperate to see just how big Talos' maleness was.

Lycia had never seen a male's member up close, having only caught glimpses from time to time when her guards were careless about locking the door to the barracks. She had fantasized about being mounted by them, fucked raw and filled with their rich seed. But never had she had the delight of tasting a male.

Now, she couldn't help herself. She finally got her chance and was all too happy to explore Talos' wonderful, sweaty, musky sheath.

"Mnnff, hufff... Master tastes so wonderful." She moaned out, barely able to speak with her tongue held within the gryphon's sheath.

Talos moaned softly as the female's skillful tongue pressed into his humid sheath, the pocket of pungent flesh spreading over the princess' tongue like a tight glove. That didn't stop her from swirling her tongue around inside of it; swishing around his slowly-stiffening member. He could feel himself expanding against her oral organ, his erection forming and pressing her tongue from within him, but she still pressed inside, trying to suck out every last bit of his musky flavor and slimy lubricant.

"Very good," he praised her efforts, "obedient pets are rewarded by their Masters." She was filled with lust, slurping in a very un-royal manner at his oversized sheath as the first tinges of deep red gryphon penis began to emerge. Undeterred, the young wolfess suckled and licked at the steamy breeding organ, watching and tasting as it swelled before her very eyes. Her soft paws cupped his testicles, rubbing them almost lovingly as she felt him grow and pulse with life against her tongue. A minute later he was fully aroused, and she sat back to admire what she was tasting. Her eyes widened as she saw what her breeder was going to be stuffing up under her needy tail.

Talos' crimson spire was just over a foot long, thick and pulsing with dark veins running down the side. It tapered into a pointed tip, covered in soft, yet prominent barbs like a feline. Yet, running down to the base, a thick knot swelled at his sheath; destined to tie him to a willing, needy female.

"I want to hear you say it," he growled possessively, "I want to hear the voice of my princess... begging... lusting... pleading to have her Master's cock stuffed in her muzzle."

"Please Master, please let me suck you! I need it so bad!" She pleaded, begged. NEEDED it! The poor wolfess was so desperate, she couldn't contain her desire, her lust. The massive, gryphon shaft was absolutely amazing. She couldn't help but swirl her tongue about it's length for some time.

The taste, the smell... It was exquisite! She worshipped and stroked it with all her heart. The wolfess' paws stroking tenderly over the entire foot-long length.There was a need, a burning need to taste him, completely. Not just his shaft, but what was being produced in those wonderfully large orbs.

Lycia would lean in closer, her breath washing over the head of the length, bathing it in warmth. Her fingers would trace over every throbbing vein, over those barbs, and then down to that wonderful, full knot. Carefully she wrapped her fingers about it and gave it a firm squeeze, determining how hard it was.

Talos purred; it was easy to see how well he had won the wolfess over. Her heat was ravaging her body and mind, and he would do the same. Leaning back he allowed his imposing shaft to stand proudly before her, a slick spurt of juicy pre-seed leaking down the side as she handled his bulky knot.

"It is quite something, is it not, my dear?" he asked with a smile, brushing her soft hair with a claw.

"Think about how those barbs will feel scraping against your sensitive walls, the shaft will feel sliding into your deepest recesses, that knot will feel locking you between my legs, where you now belong." He purred as her lips danced over the edges of his member, her tongue lapping up that slick trail of pre-cum.

"Yes," he gave her permission softly, "you may suck your Master now, bring him to climax using your royal muzzle. Forget your pains, forget your nobility, forget your need; focus on the one thing that should matter to you right now; your King."

The wolfess nodded her head meekly and wrapped her lips gently around the head of that warm, thick shaft as soon as she was given permission to do so.The thought of that mighty tool spearing her, slipping deep into her over and over again was a very alluring one. That desire pushed her to continue worshipping that powerful shaft.

The princess' long, thick tongue would carefully wind around the shaft, tugging at it and pulling it within her maw. Ever so gently she would suck upon the head, teasing it with the tip of her tongue and lapping up every drop of precum that drooled from it. It was a bit slow going, the woman having never pleasured a male before, but she was eager to please her new Master, her King.

That eagerness meant that, though she was inexperienced, she would be doing her best to pleasure that large rod. She gripped the base and gave it a firm squeeze while her other hand drifted to those proud testicles, stroking and rolling them about, feeling their weight. The soft fur on her hands provided a somewhat ticklish sensation around the base of that thick shaft, teasing the sensitive flesh.

The wolfess even began to gently tug upon those heavy orbs, not hard... but just enough to provide some extra stimulation. It wasn't quite something she thought of consciously, merely began doing as she sucked away on the gryphon's member.

The avian purred as his member was licked, stroked, suckled and rubbed by the eager princess, her delicate paws even dancing over his sperm-filled orbs, bringing him a dual stimulation that elicited a lusty growl from deep in the back of his throat.

"Such skill," he purred, showing his pet praise, letting her know her dutiful efforts were pleasing him, were bringing him the pleasure he desired before he brought her what she needed. His eyes watched her soft tongue, lapping over the sides of his erect cock, that warm muzzle sucking on the tip, lips pressing together firmly as she tried to drain his balls of their contents through the tip of his member. His eyes couldn't help but wander down between her own legs; the moisture and scent from her body was alluring; exciting and inviting.

"Deeper, my wolf," he encouraged, rubbing her gently, "you can fit more inside of your muzzle. Show how much you need it, how much you want me to mark you with my scent." He leaned forward and brushed over her facial fur with a claw.

"Gryphon semen is permanent, my dear," he whispered lustily, "once I have ejaculated in and on your pretty fur, you will smell of my seed, my musk, for eternity."

Upon being encouraged, Lycia redoubled her efforts. She began to lick and suck more heavily upon that wonderful cock. That long muzzle was perfect for the job, able to take quite a large amount of the member into it before she was required to attempt throating the male. When told to take more of it she nodded her head in compliance and began slowly working the length further into her maw.

The tip pushed into the back of her throat, making her gag briefly and forcing her to pull back and take a deep breath. When her Master informed her that the scent of his cum would be permanent she blushed a brilliant crimson under her fur.

"Y-you said no one would know, Master. If they smell you on me, they'll know." And yet the thought was appealing. The smell of the big, strong gryphon was wonderful, and had completely captivated her. If she left the hotel smelling of the male's spunk, her guards would pick it up instantly.

The gryphon King chuckled as she pulled back from his member, her inexperience finally rearing its head. Deepthroating was not the simplest of tasks, even on an average-sized male let alone the King.

"You have my apologies, my dear wolf," he said with an almost sincere tone, but his eyes showed no regret or apology at all, "but I'm afraid there was a change of plans. I did not expect such... quality to come from the leader of the other Kingdom. It was a shot in the dark whether you would be a suitable broodmare." He smiled, and took his large shaft in his claw, gently smearing some of his thick pre-seed over her muzzle possessively, dominantly.

"You see, your guard will be made quite aware of my claim," he growled in a lust-filled tone, "I will ensure they come to see you... not only smelling of my claim, but dripping my seed from head to toe, and carrying a womb so full that you will most likely not be walking anywhere for a few days." He leaned in and growled deeply in her ear.

"Yet you do not complain," he noted, "because I know, and you know, how much you want to be between your new King's legs."

The princess continued to flush when Talos admitted his... little lie. She couldn't and wouldn't stop now, however. She refused, her body refused. She had grown to enjoy sucking upon that member rather quickly and the idea of the large male coating her in his mark was entirely appealing.

When that warm precum was smeared over her muzzle, Lycia let out a soft moan, shuddering bodily. The scent was overwhelming so close up and now she couldn't escape it with it so close to her nose.

"Mm, Master... you smell wonderful. Please, leave your mark on me." She wanted it... craved it. She felt as though her body was on fire, her wet snatch drooling more juices down over her thighs and onto the floor. It was a miracle she hadn't cum already.

Once again she took that shaft into her maw and began sucking upon it. Her hands wrapped around the base of the shaft, as she knew at this point she couldn't take the whole thing into her muzzle. Steadily stroking along the length she would suck as hard as she could upon the first five or so inches of gryphon cock, all in attempts to get her Master to cum, to coat her with his seed.

The King's purrs of pleasure we music to the female's ears, and the gryphon was finding himself ever more pleased she had turned out to be so beautiful, even as another species. Her constant slurping and sucking on his royal shaft was enjoyable, but unless this young beauty could take more of him, it would be a rather unsatisfactory climax. He wondered if he should ask her politely, or take his time, but something inside the King told him that this female needed to know her place, to understand that he was in charge despite his kindness and calmness with her.

A large paw suddenly wrapped around her midsection, and he could hear a small gasp of surprise as she was pulled off his handsome avian prick, flipped around so she was lying on the sofa and he was on the ground. His paws, each almost as large as her head, stepped up either side of her body, and his massive cock slapped across her muzzle accidentally, splattering her face with pre-cum.

"Open your muzzle," he ordered firmly, "your Master wishes to teach you how to properly take a male."

It was a bit disorienting for the wolfess to be so easily turned about and moved, but when she regained her bearings she found herself staring at that mighty shaft once more. She grunted softly when it slapped into her muzzle, leaving a trail of sticky precum coating her face and further marking her with the scent of male gryphon.

She stared for a few long moments then quietly nodded her head. She knew it was an order, she was simply acknowledging it. The wolfess opened her maw obediently and awaited what would come. She expected it might not be an easy experience to get through what was coming, but she would do her best to continue pleasuring her king.

Talos gripped the sofa with his claw, ensuring he was well anchored before placing the tip of his masculine rod into her open, obedient muzzle. Sliding forward he looked down and was now leaning directly over her swollen sex, her scent rising up into his beak and making his erection throb painfully from the arousal.

"Take a deep breath," he encouraged, still caring for the wolfess despite his desire to breed, "relax like you were about to sleep." She did as she was told, and he moved his head to the side so he was not distracted by her tantalizing scent. It would not do well to harm the princess of the canine kingdom; that would mean war indeed. He pushed just under five inches of his thick shaft into her muzzle, feeling that warm tongue slathering over him greedily. That was about the point where she couldn't take much more.

Holding her with a gentle paw, the king drew his hips back and took one thrust deep inside her muzzle. His cock sank over nine inches inside of her throat; the canine's neck bulging with the thick meat as he forced it down into her. He gripped her, not allowing her to pull off as she gagged, but instead keeping that rod buried inside.

"Breathe," he encouraged firmly, "through your nose, breathe deep."

The princess was startled at first, unsure of how to deal with that massive thing shoved deep into her throat. The muscles inside would clench reflexively, squeezing and tugging at that massive gryphon-hood involuntarily. But, as the gryphon informed her of what to do, she calmed slightly.

Taking deep breaths in through her nose, Lycia would start to relax, no longer quite gagging on the shaft. It was a painful experience however, her jaw becoming a bit sore along with her throat. Those muscles kept clenching and tugging at the male's tool, attempting to pull it deeper into her gullet. Something she could not quite control as of yet, yet it was something that would be quite inviting for Talos.

The wolf princess wrapped her tongue around that big shaft as she slowly and steadily acclimated to having it buried in her throat. She slowly began to suck upon it once more, especially now that she was breathing a bit better. Having her nose so close to the gryphon's groin and being between his legs she could smell nothing but his scent. That warm musk was driving her wild, making her moan almost happily around that big shaft.

A hand reached out towards those heavy, pendulous balls and gently resumed stroking them, fondling them and rolling them about in the palm of her hand. She was growing to love those wonderful orbs and that meaty shaft. The way it tasted, the way they smelled, the feel of that member inside her throat. She could only imagine how it would feel once it was between her legs, how it would feel to have her powerful Master atop her and rutting her like a proper bitch in heat.

Talos held his position for a minute or two, allowing her to adjust to the imposing feeling of being filled so completely. Her warm tongue began to lap at him once more, and her paws stroked his cub-makers eagerly, so he knew she was adjusting well and would soon be ready for more. Gently placing a paw on her back he eased himself out of her. Going out was harder than going in; his barbs flared out on the tip of his maleness, scraping over the sensitive walls of her throat and making her clench down firmly around him. With a bit more force he pulled free, a thick splatter of saliva and pre-cum drooling from the female's stretched maw. It was a highly erotic sight to see her in such a way, so eager and needy and yet so vulnerable.

"Open up," he ordered again, imposing his will. She would come to obey, to see his strength, his control. He was the King of gryphons, King for decades, the most virile and powerful of all the breeders and Kings past. Gripping the sofa he thrust back into her, but this time he did not wait before pulling out, and then repeated the action. Slowly, but surely, he began to build up a rhythm; his thrusts into her neck and throat leaving a big bulge each time that questing cocktip was worked down into her.

"This is nothing," he purred, his heavy balls swinging with the momentum, "wait until I breed you, my dear wolfess."

The feeling of those barbs dragging along her throat nearly made Lycia gag again, the wolfess struggling for a few long moments as that shaft was withdrawn from her throat and maw. She panted and gasped after it was pulled free only for it to be thrust back in moments later.

As Talos began to fuck the princess' face, she gasped and panted around the shaft, sputtering every time the large male drew his hips back. But, over time, she grew used to the pace and the sensation of having that large member sliding in and out of her throat. The barbs would always tickle, no doubt, but she would soon grow used to having a massive member lodged within her maw.

Lycia began to moan again, starting to enjoy the feeling, relish it. The way that member slid in and out of her maw, the way her Master smelled... the way those large orbs swayed with every powerful thrust and slapped loudly into her chin. It was exciting and growing more so by the minute. Again she began to fantasize about what it would be like to have him mount her properly.

This time her fantasies included those heavy orbs, slapping into her thighs with every firm thrust, just waiting to empty their potent contents into her womb. The thoughts caused her to moan around that massive length, starting to suck much more firmly upon it.

The wolfess reached up again, stroking that wonderful member every time it was pulled from her maw, ensuring that it was always receiving some form of stimulation. She wanted him to cum, she wanted to taste his rich seed... wanted to be covered in it. She couldn't wait much longer, her body ached and burned with need.

Each deep thrust into that succulently soft throat was now bringing the stoic King closer and closer to a satisfying peak. His heavy balls were brimming with a massive load, one that was just begging to be released in and over his new wolfess. His soft purrs became growls which became almost feral snarls of lust, his cock soon ploughing into her neck forcibly, making his body shudder with the need for release.

"I'm going to feed you your reward," he told her between heavy thrusts, "prepare yourself, my princess." It was not much of a warning, as the next deep thrust he could feel his balls tense up tightly against his body. The avian watched as the first thick, creamy spurt of his potent cum was ejaculated directly down into the female's stomach, deep as he was in her neck. She was quick to fill up, and his member began to slide from her muzzle as rope after rope of fresh, potent semen splashed from the tip of his royal shaft and coated every inch of her beautiful muzzle. It didn't stop there however; the King was far too potent for that. Thick gouts of hot, steamy sperm coated the wolf's fur; rich spunk turning that brown fur white as the strong-smelling liquids doused her muzzle, head, neck, chest and every other inch of her exposed body.

The princess continued to suck upon that shaft as it slid in and out of her maw, tongue sliding over every inch of the length presented to her. She had little warning as to when the gryphon was going to cum until he finally told her that it was about to happen.

The wolfess had little time to prepare, that flood of warm semen erupting directly into her belly and filling it steadily. When Talos pulled his spasming cock from her maw she let out a moan and blushed brightly, warm cum splattering against her face and muzzle. The taste of him was intoxicating, so rich and musky.

Every thick spurt of cum stained her fur with the gryphon's masculine scent, leaving a permanent mark upon her body and telling the world who she belonged to. She was Talos' bitch, to be used and fucked as he pleased, when he pleased. The princess would blush even brighter when that cum began coating her large, full breasts. She reached to them and began to gently trail her fingers through her cum soaked fur, smearing it about her chest and slowly down over her somewhat round belly.

All that warm cum coating her body... she loved it, loved the feel and texture. She loved the taste and smell of her Master's rich, creamy seed. She continued to rub it about her body, slowly gathering some of it up and slowly bringing her hand between her legs. Ever so carefully she slipped several cum soaked fingers into herself and began to rub at her clit, teasing it with her now slimy fingers.

Low moans filled the air as she began to pleasure herself with her Master's cum, her body soaked in the warm, musky fluids and forever smelling of gryphon, forever smelling of her wonderful new Master.

Now spent, Talos watched as his cock began to droop a little, no longer needing to be so painfully stiff as the last few weaker spurt splashed over her muzzle. She was fingering herself in pure arousal, and he slowly placed a paw down on her back and stopped her from moving.

"Good," he purred softly, now back in full control, "you have proven your worth to me, my dear wolfess." She tried to finger herself some more, but couldn't as he gently wrapped a claw around her and pulled her into an upright sitting position, the sofa drenched in his pungent semen. Her body was likewise affected; thick spunk dripped from every part of her matted fur, and she no longer looked anything like royalty.

"Easy there," he said with a smile, gently pulling her fingers away from her cum-soaked slit, "we wouldn't want you getting pregnant improperly now, would we?" She looked at him, somehow a smile had appeared on her face.

"Here," he said softly, lifting his hind leg and wiping off the last few drops of his semen on her face possessively. He made sure to smear his hefty member over her muzzle, ensuring she knew exactly how much power he had over her. Satisfied, he lowered his leg and looked at her gently.

"How do you feel, my princess?" he asked calmly.

The wolfess whined softly when she was prevented from further pleasuring herself. She wanted release as well, unable to handle being so aroused. Her body burned with her heat, ached with need for climax. She struggled for a moment but relaxed when it became apparent that she would not be allowed to continue pleasuring herself.

"N-no, I wouldn't want that Master. I want it to happen the right way." She'd long since given up on attempting to appear regal, she knew her place and it was between her Master's legs. When that shaft slapped into her muzzle and was smeared over it, leaving more cum coating her face, she blushed and moaned in delight.

A shaky hand reached up and gently smeared that cum into her muzzle fur, Lycia then gently gathering more of that cum up and gently licking her fingers clean. She delighted in the rich, warm taste of the gryphon's potent semen. She had never tasted anything like it and had begun craving it. She would happily suck that mighty rod at any time, just so she could taste that warm cum again, fresh from the tap.

"I.. I feel good, Master. But I'm so aroused, it aches. I need you, Master... p-please!" The princess' voice quivered and cracked, she was so desperate that she could barely speak straight. She was lucky not to be a quivering mess at this point and it was a testament to her natural stamina that she hadn't fainted from exhaustion already.

He could hear her voice wavering, and it excited the bulky male to no end. He had her right where he wanted; needy and desperately reliant on him to satisfy her, to quench the fire the burned in her loins.

"Relax," he purred, easing her back in the chair and gently spreading her legs open wide with his claws, "I will ease your heat for now." He inhaled her powerful scent, and his eyes finally got to admire that tight, pink pair of lips that so eagerly desired him within. She was a very beautiful specimen; firm, tight and clearly a virgin, one that he would feel no guilt in taking that away from.

Leaning in he allowed his beak to brush lightly over her delicate lips, making her body twitch severely from the sensitivity, before he surprised her by extending his tongue and taking one long, deep lick from the base of her vent all the way up to the very tip of her sex, rolling it around her clitoris without breaking eye-contact with the wolfess.

"I will clear your head," he purred softly, "so when you get on your knees and beg to be fucked like the little needy breeding bitch you know you are, it will be because you crave it, not because your body is clouding your judgement."

A low, shuddering moan escaped Lycia as that warm tongue deftly licked over her sensitive flesh. Her clit was stiff and throbbing dully and when that tongue teased against it she gently grasped her Master's head and lightly bucked her hips. A soft cry would escape her as the large gryphon further stimulated her. A gush of warm fluids would flow from her already moist sex, coating the male's beak with sticky warmth.

"M-master... thank you!" She was panting hotly, still barely able to think straight. But she was growing to truly appreciate what her master was doing for her. It was clear that she belonged to him, but he was a good and kind Master, rewarding a dutiful bitch with the attention she needed.

"I really want this, I know I do now. You won't regret any of this Master, you'll enjoy it a lot too. I'll do my best to please you." The wolfess shuddered and stroked longingly at her Master's beak, waiting for him to continue.

The King purred at her response, the taste of her pearly fluids (and a little of his own rich seed) mingled upon his tongue. She was exquisite to his taste buds, and he knew he could enjoy lapping at her flavor for many hours in a day. It was everything to him; a source of pleasure, a source of entertainment, a source of intimacy... and an indicator of the lush breeding grounds deep in her womb that would soon swell with his eggs.

"I see you have come to appreciate my offerings," he said, skillful enough to both pleasure her with long, tantalizing licks as well as speak, "it should be made known to you that if you please me, serve me, satisfy me, then your own life will be made a rich and pleasant as it is within my power to grant." He paused, allowing the tip of his tongue to slip between those puffy lips, savouring her internal flavor for a mere fraction of a second before resuming his long licks.

"I will house you in my chambers, filled with the most exquisite furnishings and amenities. You will live like a true queen, in lush comfort and with the finest foods known to exist in the world. You will be dressed in the finest gowns, and be treated with respect from all of my fellow avian citizens." He purred and gave her another lick around that fleshy nub, revealing how much he had to offer her.

"But in return," he purred softly, "you will give me everything you are, my pet. What have you to offer me?"

The princess continued to moan in delight as her Master pleasured her with that wonderful tongue. When it pushed into those delicate folds she would seize up for a moment, gently squeezing at the fur and feathers on his head as she attempted to hold onto him.

"I do... I enjoy it so much, Master. It feels wonderful... the way your cum clings to my fur. The way you smell... the way you lick at me." The wolfess' breath caught in her throat as the gryphon's tongue teased at that oh so sensitive bit of flesh, her sex twitching heavily.

"I... I will give you my body, wholly and completely. I will bear your clutch and raise them as any mother should. I willingly give myself to you. O-our kingdoms should become one so that both will become strong and flourish." She was panting now, finally reaching the edge.

Lycia would throw her head back and let out a low howl as she was finally brought to orgasm by her master's skillful tongue. Her snatch would clench tightly around that wonderful tongue, squeezing it and attempting to keep it trapped inside. A larger gush of warm fluids would erupt from her sex, soaking her Master's powerful beak and filling the air with her wonderful, sweet scent.

The wolfess' body was wracked with pleasure as her first ever orgasm washed over her, causing her to completely tense up and clutch desperately at her Master's head in the hopes that he wouldn't stop pleasuring her.

The King swallowed what his beautiful female was offering, her sex spasming around him and her thighs clenching around his beak as she writhed and gasped in pure ecstasy. He waited for her to regain some control of her body, simply withdrawing his tongue as he slurped down the last of her delectable orgasm. She was breathing heavily, but now she was much less addled by her intense heat, and her mind was slowly returning to her in full.

"I am glad you enjoy that," he purred, "because I can offer you so much more pleasure than something like that. I can have you screaming my name in pure, unbridled lust if I so choose." He purred, and lifted her body up, carrying her gently over to a large room where he walked through and deposited her down on a lush, comfortable bed.

"I feel this will be much more appropriate for what is to happen here than a sofa," he purred, seeing her slowly sit up to look at him, her body returning to full functionality with every passing second. She looked truly happy, and he hopped up onto the silky sheets next to her, inhaling her scent. She was no longer a wolf in smell, but reeked of his thick ejaculate, and would for the remainder of her life.

"Now that you're a bit less... needy, how do you feel, my dear?"

Lycia panted softly for some moments as her orgasm faded. The wolf's face was flushed red and her fur was a mess of sexual fluids, hers and the gryphon's. Her chest heaved as she steadily caught her breath. The thought of whatever else the gryphon had to offer was an appealing one, even with her heat temporarily sated.

"I still want to be with you, Master. I enjoyed that so much... you're the first I've ever been with. I want to do more with you, Master. I want to feel you inside me, I want you to mount me." She was honest, as was her nature to be so when she finally dropped the pretense of royalty.

When she was lifted up, Lycia would squirm out of instinct, calming a moment later when she realized that the gryphon simply intended to move her to the bed. She'd right herself and look herself over. She was a right mess... and enjoyed it. She enjoyed the feel of the gryphon's cum drying in her fur, matting it and permanently staining her with his delightful scent. She would be proud to smell of him for the rest of her life.

"I feel good, Master. I'm... happy to have agreed to this." And she was, she was truly enjoying herself. She wanted to be his, she knew exactly what her place was in the relationship. She was her Master's willing bitch and would remain so for as long as he wanted to keep her. She would be proud to serve him and service him as much as he demanded.

"Master, I have willingly given myself to you. I am yours to do with as you please."

The gryphon nodded, and gave her an affectionate lick over her cheek. He did truly care for her; he was just dominant, and a good owner. He would never let harm befall any female in his care, such was the role of a good, protective Master.

"Then I too shall play my part," he told her gently, "and we shall live together in harmony, our Kingdoms as one." He gave her another couple of soft licks, and stretched out his large wings across the bed, laying down upon his back.

"I will allow my body a few more minutes to refill my testicles completely," he said matter-of-factly, "to ensure that when I fill you I impregnate every inch of you without fail. I will make no mistakes: you will bear my young with certainty." He smiled, and looked over at her with a gently swish of his tail looping around her arm.

"Perhaps you would like to stimulate the process, my dear?" he asked softly. This time it was a request, a true request: one she could refuse if she so wished. His eyes told her that, but he knew somehow what her response would be before she even opened her muzzle.

The wolfess smiled softly, enjoying the tender moment with her Master. She happily licked and nuzzled against the gryphon's beak, a soft growl escaping her throat for the first time. It was a soft sound, not too different from a purr. She was definitely pleased to be her Master's pet.

"Of course Master, I would love to help in any way I can." She slowly moved behind the large gryphon, having an idea of what she would like to do. She carefully gripped his long tail and lifted it while bringing her muzzle in close to the male's rump once more.

She examined that tight, pink pucker and those heavy, testicles. Both were wonderful and a delight to play with. The wolfess leaned in and began to nuzzle affectionately at those orbs, slowly licking and kissing them as she might a mate. Her tongue trailed upwards towards that sensitive rear, starting to kiss it as well. Ever so carefully she pushed her muzzle forward, slipping her tongue past the tight ring of flesh and into her Master's warm rear.

The wolfess wasn't afraid of finding anything dirty, she knew her Master was very clean. She was able to lick and kiss to her heart's content, slowly bathing his rump in warm saliva. His balls were not abandoned however, her paws gently working at them. She kneaded and rolled them tenderly, gently tugging on them to provide even more stimulation so that they might refill faster. She was wonderfully happy to continue rimming the powerful Gryphon, showing a great deal of care as she pressed her muzzle against that firm rear. Her tongue would slowly slide in and out of the male's backside, doing her best to continue pleasuring him.

Talos felt his felt delve under his tail once more, enjoying the sensations she was bestowing upon him. Given time and training, she would be perfect to satisfy each and every one of his needs.

"Oooh yes," he purred in pleasure, letting her know she was appreciated, she was desired. His weighty balls were churning up a new load, filled with billions of tiny avian sperm, each one with a duty to impregnate the fertile, needy female that was so dutifully pleasuring his rear. Even still, he could not resist having some fun.

"You're so very talented at that," he commended with a small grin, "with your little muzzle buried deep under your owner's tail. Do you like tasting my rear, my pet? Do you enjoy being down between my legs, not as a proud queen, but as a needy female slut? Get in nice and deep; you wouldn't want to miss a spot. Spread me with your paws, kiss my opened rump like you would a lover, and then I might consider planting eggs in that tight little body of yours."

The once proud princess moaned softly into the gryphon's rear. That warm tongue continued to lap softly at that firm, toned rump. The female's tongue pushed slowly into that tight hole, sinking into it as deep as it could go. When her Master complimented her she let out a soft murr, her tail wagging behind her for the first time. She dutifully obeyed, gently spreading those firm cheeks so she could better work her maw against that tight tailhole.

The wolfess would push a little more firmly with her snout now, doing her best to pleasure her proud, strong Master. He kissed and licked at that hole as if it were her lover, savoring the rich, musky taste of the male's rump.

"Yes, Master, I love it. This is where I belong... worshipping your rear and your testicles. You're so big and fertile, so strong and beautiful." The female would resume gently tugging on the male's hefty sack, working those beautiful testicles to help encourage them to produce more of that sticky, potent cum. She couldn't resist playing with them, they were deserving of being worshipped just as much as that rump.

Feeling his body once more filled with arousal, the proud King knew that he was ready to breed this young female. He wondered how he should handle it; would it be more wise to lead her into it gently, or fuck a heavy clutch under her tail like the dominant male he was. He purred, and watched as she removed her tongue from his rear, licking her muzzle of his taste, her paws reluctantly leaving his swaying scrotum. He could always have her play more with them later, if the desire arose.

Rolling over onto his front he placed a claw on her chest, easing her lack into a laying position, standing over her and allowing his burly muscles to flex over her body, reminding her of what a physical breeder he was.

"My talented wolf," he purred softly, kissing her muzzle gently, "it is time for you to to bear me." He allowed those words to sink in, seeing her body trembling a little at his imposing stature.

"Since I am feeling generous," he added, "I leave it entirely to you how you wish to be impregnated. It is a big event, after all, a joining of our nations, and our relationship. Spread yourself open to me, my dear. Do not hide your treasures, for you are the most beautiful of all."

There was a warm smile on the wolfess' face as her Master spoke. She licked her lips, thinking for a long moment.

"I would very much like you to breed me properly, Master. I want you to mount me and rut me hard... fill me to the brim." There was no hesitation in her voice, no hint of doubt. She wanted this, even without her heat fogging her mind. She was completely and utterly willing.

"You're such a kind Master, offering to be so gentle with me. But despite being a female, I am not frail nor am I weak. I can handle it." She was certain that no matter how rough her Master was, she could deal with it. Even if it left her sore and aching afterwards.

The wolfess slowly turned over beneath the big male, gently gripping his forelegs and stroking tenderly. She loved the way he looked, they way his muscles flexed and tensed with every movement. He was every bit as powerful as a male should be. And well exceptionally well endowed on top of that. He was the perfect male to breed her.

Lycia raised her tail and spread her legs, displaying her still tight sex to the proud male. Her tight tailhole was immaculately clean as well, just as inviting. Perhaps the gryphon could have fun with it later. But for now, she was obviously hoping to be filled "properly" by that big shaft.

Upon seeing her presently so neatly for him to breed at his leisure, Talos let out a gentle growl, sniffing her and keeping the lush scent pumping through his mind. His eyes wandered over that tight rump, considering that he may have to pound it into submission as well later on. For now, however, he wished to claim his pet.

"Very well, my dear," he said softly, wrapping a large paw around her chest and locking her in place under his belly. Here they were; anthro and feral, about to procreate despite the species barrier. As gryphons were already hybrid creatures, they were capable of impregnating members of a great deal of species, and wolf was definitely one of them.

"Not frail or weak... good, good," he purred lustily, his cock beginning to slip once more from within its protective sheath, drooling pre-cum over her already stained body. Dried semen clung to her fur, something that would be very difficult to get out. She was firmly trapped under him now; his powerful muscles flexed above her, his hind legs close to her own, his beak hanging over her shoulder and nibbling gently against her ear and neck.

"I will bite you while we mate," he told her apologetically, "it will hurt, and leave a deep scar which can be seen by all. We call this the mating bite, and it will show all that you have been taken by me."

The female shivered slightly as he felt her Master positioning himself over her. Her body tensed a bit in anticipation. She wanted this quite badly, but that didn't completely get rid of those first time jitters. She knew that the penetration would likely hurt quite a bit, especially with how big her Master was.

"I'm a wolf, I was raised to be strong." She was of hearty stock, possessing a thick and powerful frame and a bit of fine muscle tone. What fat covered her body seemed of a healthy amount, she would definitely handle a rough breeding quite well without breaking.

The wolfess could feel that warm precum coating her back, making her shiver again. She could tell that her Master would be kind and do nothing to intentionally harm her as long as she followed his orders.

"That is... not something I have a problem with. Though I did not know it would scar, I will accept it gladly if it pleases you, Master Talos." Lycia's voice was firm, steady. The idea of being bitten while mating was not unheard of, many wolves often got rough during courtship and biting and clawing was common place.

"I'm ready when you are, Master."

The gryphon's thick member slapped against her rump a few times as he adjusted himself, aligning with her virgin sex and making sure he would not injure her in the process. Gripping tightly and without so much as a word, he pressed his hips forward and sank the first five inches of his avian pride inside of his pet's warm, inviting tunnel. Instantly she gasped out as she was stretched open, Talos' hefty member sinking inside of her and causing her lips to spread open quite far. Not only would depth prove to be a challenge, but it seemed he was rather thick for her to handle also.

"Ohhh yes..." he growled, pulling her up to his chest with his claw, giving her a minute to acclimatize to the feeling of being penetrated by her owner. Thick, slimy pre-cum drooled into her sex, lubricating them both for the act to come. His balls hung heavily below, ready and willing to empty themselves into her once she had been properly prepared through a hard pounding.

"How do you feel," he growled into her ear, "my breeding female?"

Lycia dug her claws into the silken sheets of the bed, clenching her eyes shut tight as she felt that massive maleness sink into her virgin sex. Her clit would be pressed rather firmly as that large member stretched her out, teasing the sensitive nub of flesh.

With so much of the big male already hilted inside her she felt herself tearing just slightly, that little wall of flesh inside her being torn as the gryphon deflowered her. A small amount of blood would join the precum, aiding to further lubricate her for the large male.

"Ahh, it... hurts more than I thought it would. But I can take it, Master." She grit her teeth a bit and continued to pant for some moments, slowly growing accustomed to the gryphon's member being wedged inside her snatch. Her powerful sex clenched tightly around that large, invading member, squeezing and milking it already. Despite her inexperience, her body knew exactly what to do.

Reassured the female was alright, and smelling the scent of her freshly-torn hymen, the gryphon was spurred on by his own lust. He pushed downward a little this time, forcing his female towards the ground as he pulled his mighty shaft from her snatch. Immediately those barbs flared out again, this time much more prominently, and a cry could be heard from his succulent little female as he overstimulated her sensitive inner walls.

"Relax," he growled, "or this will hurt." He gripped her firmly and gave her a hard thrust, this time sinking just over half of his regal spire into the wolfess' depths. Pre-cum oozed inside of her, and the gryphon could hear her heavy breathing and short gasps, knowing that now things were getting serious, she would simply have to cope with his imposingly forceful rutting. He pulled back a second time, eliciting another loud moan, before thrusting back in repeatedly, finding himself a slow rhythm in which he could begin to truly breed his little bitch. She would not be allowed to move with that powerful paw locked around her chest; his beak hanging over her, his muscles pressing against her own, his powerful heartbeat thudding against her back.

"Show me," he growled between deep thrusts, "don't just... take it... like a... whore... I want... to see... you... involved..."

The female grunted softly as she was pushed downwards, her face pressed into the soft bedding. Those barbs teased at the sensitive walls of her sex, tugging and pulling at them. She clutched at the bedding, panting heavily, pushing back against the male as he began to thrust.

She had no choice but to accept his rutting now, not that she intended to resist at all. It was painful already, but she would endure. As that large shaft began to slide in and out of her at a steady pace, she began to grind backwards against the big male more frequently. Or at least as best as she could, being held in place by the powerful male's paw.

The wolfess was incredibly inexperienced, but she knew a little of what to do from instinct. She rocked her hips back against every forward thrust and pulled away when Talos drew his hips back. She wanted this, she wanted his seed inside her. She wanted to be bred and fucked like a bitch. It was her role in life now, it was what she craved. She could feel his heart beating heavily in his chest, giving her an almost... tender connection to the male, one that she cherished.

Lycia was panting harder and harder as time went on, warm juices starting to flow from her sex and coat the large gryphon's member, further lubricating it. Her scent filled the air once again, intoxicating and sweet. It would serve to only further heighten the pleasure of her master as he rutted her so powerfully.

Talos admired her eagerness; he could clearly feel her body matching up to his thrusts, desperately trying to please him, to impress him. He knew he would make the wolfess richly rewarded upon their return to his castle.

"Ohhhh..." he purred, his chest rumbling deeply as he fucked his female with enthusiasm. His thrusts were slowly increasing in speed, making sure that she was capable of taking them without passing out from the strain. Each time that big avian pole wedged open her most private of places, those two heavy balls slapped against her, reminding her of their payload and exactly what they would do to her womb. The big gryphon had nothing more on his mind than ensuring the pregnancy of this willing breeder.

Thrust after thrust send the two spiralling into a deep, pleasure-filled world of their own; nothing else mattered except the union of feral gryphon and anthro wolf. Moans and gasps turned to snarls and growls as the two animals mated passionately, as Master and pet, and as lovers in their own unique way.

After almost fifteen long minutes of well-paced, deep thrusts, the King felt himself bottoming out inside of his wolfess. A second later he realised that he was prodding the entrance to the young female's womb; her cervical barrier. By this stage almost ten inches of his avian length was being caressed and milked inside of her silky folds, but he still had two more to go, and that big, bulky knot.

The wolfess was moaning and panting with abandon, absolutely enjoying the wonderful feeling of being stretched so wide and filled so completely by her big Master's cock. That heavy tool would stroke at her inner walls and press against her sensitive clit, stimulating it in a very pleasurable way.

Every powerful thrust caused a sharp moan to escape her lips, her cunt twitching and spasming around that massive member every time in thrust in against her cervix. She had expected it to take much longer to grow fully accustomed to the male's massive equipment, but it was growing easier and easier to take it with each thrust.

When those heavy orbs slapped into her, she moaned even louder. She could tell how full and potent the gryphon was. She knew that when Talos came, she would be impregnated and would have to carry his clutch. Though a thought crossed her mind, she didn't know whether she would be somehow laying eggs, or giving birth like a normal wolf. She would find out, eventually.

The wolfess continued thrusting and grinding back against her powerful gryphon lover and Master, doing her best to clench her sex around that thick member. Her sex's lips squeezed and stroked at the shaft as it slides deep into her body. Those inner walls would flex and writhe around that shaft, milking it for all it was worth.

Talos knew that he would have to go all the way with this female. She was strong, and needy, and he knew she would be able to handle everything he was to throw her way. That said, she would probably go weak from this...

With a growl he gripped her firmly, holding her in place and spearing her with one extra hard thrust. His avian member slipped into her, spearing through her luscious folds before colliding with her cervical barrier. With the amount of momentum he had put behind it, the tip of his cock slammed into that tight, almost impenetrable barrier and began to force it open. Her cry of pain and pleasure was loud as his handsome cock tried to enter directly into her womb, his paw pulling her down onto his shaft forcefully as he finally felt the tapered tip sink through the barrier to settle possessively inside of her fertile egg chamber. He gasped and released his tight grip, trying to get used to the unbelievably tight grip she had as her violated womb tried to force out the invading organ.

"Mine," he snarled, "every... inch... belongs... to me." His barbs flared and caught on her sensitive cervical ring, locking him in place, preventing him from being squeezed out. Now he could ejaculate directly against her eggs at his peak; this would guarantee pregnancy.

The female writhed and squirmed beneath the large gryphon, feeling that member repeatedly slamming into her cervix. She panted and gasped, her breath catching in her throat as the male drew back and then slammed into her. When the tip of that tapered shaft finally pierced her cervix she would arch her back and scream, her sensitive walls being forced apart for the first time by that wonderfully large shaft.

"Aaaaah! M-master!" She cried out, slumping forward and panting heavily. Her tight sex clenched as tight as it possibly could around the male's invading length. A constant stream of her juices would drool from her now thoroughly stretched snatch, soaking the gryphon's groin.

When those barbs flared and dug into her flesh he let out another sharp cry, digging her claws fully into the bedding beneath her and tearing it. She pushed back against that furry groin as hard as she could, trying to partially alleviate the torturous pleasure. The feeling of those barbs digging into her cervical wall making her writhe and whimper in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"M-m-master! Ohhhh... please... keep going. Please breed me and fill me!" She was being overwhelmed with ecstasy, her body wracked with pleasure from all the stimulation provided by that wonderful and unique member.

The King pulled back, feeling his breeding tool pop free of her sex, a rush of their fluids pouring out over the now-torn sheets. He thrust back inside of her firmly before that hole could close over on him, penetrating her womb once again. He maintained this rhythm; sliding in and out of her trembling body as he ensured that his mate's cervix would be fucked into submission along with the rest of her.

His body now ready for the final stage, he continue to mount her at the previous pace, ploughing his hard shaft into her body with loud slaps of his heavy balls. He wanted to tie her, to fill her with his spunk.

"Brace yourself," he managed to growl before pushing in even harder, a couple of inches of his bare cock poking through her barrier as that thick bulge of flesh slammed up against her supple cunt lips. He stopped thrusting and instead focused on getting that thick, fat ball of flesh wedged up inside of her; the knot was straining her no-longer virgin cunny wide around it as it tried to fit inside a space that was definitely not designed to handle such a size.

The wolfess moaned and thrashed beneath her Master as he continued to powerfully rut her. Her tight cunt gripped and squeezed at that shaft as it was pulled from her, only for it to plow back in. When the tip of Talos' member exited her womb, her cervix threatened to close back up again. However the gryphon was quick enough to shove right back in, spreading her wide once again.

Lycia cried out and ground up against her Master, enjoying every moment of being fucked so hard by the big, dominant gryphon. Her juices were flowing quite readily, making it incredibly easy for the male's cock to penetrate her now. When that knot pressed up against those sensitive lips, she'd instinctually push back against it.

The once proud princess desired nothing more than to have the gryphon's knot within her snatch, to have him empty his balls into her womb and impregnate her. She wanted to be filled, she wanted to be so full of his warm cum that she'd be unable to move. Her once tight cunt would finally give in, ready to fully accept that massive knot after several more powerful thrusts. One more good push would be enough to do it... just one more push was needed.

Talos gave it all of his effort, pulling her hard back against his member, feeling the balance shifting as his knot finally began to pass the point of no return. With a loud plop the thick ball of flesh fell into place, locking the pair together through a tie more bonding than any rope could ever match.

"Yes!" he snarled, throwing his head back and releasing the tight grasp on his luscious breeding bitch. Instinctively his beak lowered and wrapped around the young princess' neck, biting down through her skin and splattering the sheets with blood as he marked her flesh as his own through the mating bite. She cried out from the feeling of being bitten and the unbelievable filling that her Master's massive cock was giving her, her cervix beaten raw by the tip of his cock which had forced more than two inches inside of her womb. With a loud cry and releasing her neck, the avian King clutched the sheets tightly and came deep inside of Lycia the wolf.

The female arched back as the that massive knot finally popped into her once tight cunny. By now it was so stretched that the only male she could take would be the gryphon, her Master. Not that she would want any other. She cried out as she felt that huge thing shoved so deeply inside of her, stretching her so wonderfully wide and tying her.

She was now bound completely to her Master, unable to leave even if she wanted to. When she felt that sharp beak dig into her neck she'd tear at the sheets, crying out in pain once again. Warm blood would trickle down her throat and onto the sheets, staining them crimson and further matting her fur.

The wofless' cunt would clench reflexively around that massive knot, clutching and it and trying to pull it deeper into her body. She would orgasm for the second time today as he felt her Master cum deep into her womb. The feeling of warm seed filling her belly was exquisite. She would forever be his, forever belong to Talos. And soon she would be carrying his clutch.

"Master!" she cried out, thrashing and writhing in ecstasy as he had a third orgasm almost immediately after the first. The gryphon's member stimulating her to the point of having multiple orgasms.

The gryphon tried to relax his stiff muscles as he ejaculated again and again and again inside of his receptive female, his balls pulled up tight under his tail as they emptied their contents inside of the submissive princess. Talos allowed his head to hang over her shoulder, holding her gently and close as he came over her fertile womb, thick, sticky splatters of his impregnating sperm dousing her heat and eliminating it completely.

Each of her little eggs was drenched in a sea of their father's rich cream, that thick spire pulsing again and again inside of her, each time sending another warm spurt of his pungent liquid to fill her.

With nowhere to go, Lycia's belly began to swell from the strain. He was cumming and cumming inside of her, and the impossibly tight knot was sealing every last drop inside of her body, each time that majestic organ pulsed her stomach grew another millimeter. Talos smiled and looked down, his orgasm every so slowly tapering off, slowing down as his rapidly-filling testicles began to provide their last few sticky spurts. Gently licking the cut he made on her neck and watching as it sealed over, he held onto her so she would not collapse, and allowed the last bits of his orgasm to ooze into the body that he now rightfully owned.

Lycia continued to writhe beneath the massive gryphon as that shaft erupted into her. Spurt after sticky spurt of warm cum filling her womb and saturating the eggs that lie within. The wolfess could barely move, collapsing beneath the powerful gryphon and moaning heavily. She could do little more now than lie there as she was filled.

The wolfess could feel her belly swelling slowly, growing round from the sheer volume of rich, gryphon seed that was filling her. When that orgasm began to fade she finally had time to begin to relax. She was panting heavily and soaked with sweat and dried cum, as well as a bit of blood from when her Master bit her. As that tongue gently traced over the cut along her neck she would whine softly, reaching up to brush a hand appreciatively against Talos' beak.

"T-thank you... Master... That was... that was absolutely wonderful." She knew that now that the deed had been done, there was no going back. She had made her choice, she was well and truly marked by the big male. Everyone would know it the instant she stepped out of the hotel. Though she knew she would not be returning to her previous home now.

"M-master, will I be accompanying you back to your castle now?" She would reach down and stroke her swollen belly, feeling the warmth of the cum inside her, doing what it was intended to do.

Talos shushed her, placing a claw over her muzzle softly. With a claw wrapped around her midsection, he gently lowered the female into a laying position on her side, the proud male laying down next to her, ensuring the knot was not tugged painfully.

"Easy there, my dear," he purred, draping a paw over her bloated belly, making sure she was as comfortable as she could be when stuffed so full. His shaft was still rigid within her, with billion of sperm swimming around it inside of her; it would not go down until his knot did.

"Do not think of such things right now," he purred, giving her cheek a loving lick, "you have just been bred, let us bask in the afterglow of such passion." He allowed her head to rest in his fluffy mane, his muscles pressed up against her protectively. It felt so nice, laying there, his organ tucked safely inside of her soft walls.

"Think not of the future, but of the present," he said calmly, reassuringly, "Right now you body is full of my sperm. They are digging through your vulnerable eggs and impregnating them with our very own young. You will lay eggs, much like a gryphoness, despite your kind laying live young. You will have only one, or perhaps two at most, but there will be many opportunities for future breedings to occur. They will be raised, and add to the royal family of our newly combined Kingdom." He smiled, and rubbed over her soft fur with his claws.

"You are the female I was looking for," he informed her softly, "the perfect pet... the perfect lover... the perfect mother."

The female nodded softly, snuggling back against her Master's warm, strong body. He'd gently wrap her arms around one of the gryphon's, gently hugging to it. She felt.. loved, strangely. She felt closer to the big male than she had ever felt towards anyone. She closed her eyes and yawned softly, nuzzling against the powerful muscles in the male's arm.

"I will do my best to raise your young, Master Talos. I will ensure that they are treated well... I will be a good mother for your young." She was warm... comfortable. The feeling of that large member still held within her was somehow soothing now that her Master was no longer thrusting. It was comforting.

Lycia closed her eyes and gave one more soft yawn, falling asleep against her new master and lover. She was glad to be his pet, glad to have the heavy weight of being Princess of a kingdom removed from her shoulders. She had not wanted the position in the first place. She would rest well tonight.

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*This was an RP between myself and the wonderful 'Xanadeas'. *

It contains sex between a gryphon and a wolfess.