FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Another RP with the wonderful writer Dracasis

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"It looks alright," Reeve muttered, squinting his eyes into the depths of the cave. The otter couldn't ask for much better; having been den hunting for hours, they had finally found a place that was near enough to the river yet hidden enough from potential threats.

"What do you think?" he asked gently, looking beside him at his mate. Tess, a sleek female otter, smiled a little before nodding her head.

"It looks perfect," she admitted, taking a small step forward to peer deeper inside. The cavern was a little large by otter standards, with the roof being three times their height. It also stretched a fair way back, something which would give the pair plenty of privacy.

"At least it's not a bear cave," Reeve noted, earning a glare from the young female as she inspected the walls. It wouldn't do to have the place fall down around them from a weakness in the rock.

"You'd better hope not," she grumbled, "if you make that mistake again you mightn't get away next time." The experience had been a close call, but the confident male shrugged it off.

"I told you, bears are slow," he explained, "and besides, this isn't their territory anyway. Come to think of it, I haven't seen much of any beasts around here. You'd think there'd be a buck or two in these parts... maybe we're a bit early in the season." His eyes wandered over the walls also, before giving it the nod of approval.

"Alright," Tess agreed, "this is good. We'll just have to sleep here for today, and over the next few days we'll go and get some supplies to make this place a bit more comfortable. I wouldn't mind a nice bed." She glared at Reeve as she spoke, and he raised his paws in mock fear.

"And you'll get one too," he promised, smiling a little, "but first we should probably have a bite to eat." With that, he pointed back to the river that could be seen from outside the cave.

They'd been together for some near four months now, or was it five? Long enough for the two to grow rather attached to one another. He was a bit of a pushy male but even still, he was a loyal and brave companion who did more than was necessary to make her happy. Her long slender whiskers twitched, dropping down to all fours to follow behind. She couldn't help but wonder what their cubs would look like- he with his dark, almost black fur and she with her milky brown coat. It was a little embarrassing to be thinking about children but now that she had a mate and they had a home, it seemed only natural to take the next step.

The short-legged pair stopped at the entrance before poking their heads out sniffing and searching for danger, the wide opening was the only issue with their new home but that was an issue they could remedy easily enough. First though, a meal was certainly in order. Sensing no danger, her dark-furred mate went first, scurrying the short distance between liquid safety and their home. Something on the water would have been more prefered but one could only be so choosy. When her mate disappeared beneath the surface, she waited until his head emerged, swimming on his back to check on her. Smooth sailing- she thought, hopping through the tall grass at speed.

Food was plentiful here, it was hard to imagine a place like this hadn't already been claimed but there was no sense looking a gift horse in the mouth... figuratively speaking of course. The evening was going well- up until she felt something grab her tail and yank her down under water. A frantic fight or flight gripped the uncertain female, struggling against the grip at least until she felt a familiar body shape slide up behind her and grip her form tightly in a firm embrace. She'd have bitten the devilish ottermale right then and there if she weren't so out of breath. He nibbled her neck for a moment while she squirmed and struggled to free herself, the devious water weasle 'letting' her slip out of his paws.

"Reeve, if you ever do that again I'll-" She began in a rant before being interrupted.

"You'll what?" He commented with a grin, shaking the water from his face. "Leave this lonesome furball all alone to fend for himself? Here-" He swam up under and around her, the flustered ladyfur nearly ready to shove him back into the water when he rolled a shellfish up over her tummy. "Perhaps this will make it up to you." He chittered affectionately.

The lovely girl flushed a little at the attention. She wasn't mad at him, not really though she continued to pretend to be for a while longer. She couldn't keep it up though as he slid behind her and wrapped his paws around her waist, prying the tasty treat open and feeding it to her. With a soft sigh, she let the tension ebb from her body. He was a pushy male, but at least he loved her.

Gulping down what he had offered, the young female slid around to face him, planting a soft kiss on his nose.

"I suppose that's a good enough apology," she murmured, before slowly sliding over to the edge of the stream and jumping up out of the water. Her mate followed behind, gulping down a meal of his own before shaking the water from his sleek fur.

"Shall we return?" he asked, gesturing back to their little cave. Tess nodded and began to quickly make her way back over, Reeve hot on her heels. With a leap she landed in the mouth of the cave, feeling the presence of her mate right behind her.

"Looking for something?" she asked, turning around to face him with a light smirk. He smiled innocently and wrapped his paws around her midsection, pressing his muzzle to her own. They kissed for a moment before Reeve pulled back, looking over his partner with an amused expression.

"Since we've got a new home and all..." he said softly, winking, "why don't we really 'make it ours'?" Tess paused for a moment, heat flushing to her face. She had wanted him to say that for quite some time... perhaps it was the right time to mate for real.

"Well..." she whispered sensually, "we do have a house now... perhaps it would be a good idea..." She stepped back into the deeper part of the cave as she spoke, slowly reaching down to run her paw over the patch of fur between her hind legs. Reeve smiled and stepped forward, not one to let go such an opportunity. He followed her down into the cave and reached out, running his paws along the sides of her slender frame.

"Are you ready?" he asked gently.

"That I am." The words puzzled the two otters, looking at each other for a moment. Neither of them had said it, the voice had come from...

Still half mounted on his mate, the two turned toward the cave entrance, watching a large creature slip inside their new home. It was big enough to have to duck to slip in, but once inside there was enough room for him to stand upright, proud and regal in appearance. Feathers swept his hide, deep brown highlights of inky black accenting each individual plume. Dark orange avian forepaws held his impressive form up in front and powerful muscled feline hinds. Even with all that, it was the beak that gave him away. It was a curved beak, a predatory beak. He just smiled as the two tensed visibly.

"Oh don't mind me, I just came to see how my new neighbors were doing." He purred, looking down on the two lesser predators with a glance that made the fur of their necks stand on end. "Please, continue." He spoke nonchalantly, as if it should be no issue for the two to mate in front of the rather imposing gryphon.

To his disappointment, however, the darker male slid off his female's back and turned toward him in an aggressively defensive stance. The dark smile on his beak suddenly sank to a disappointed frown. Seemed they weren't going to play after all.

"No?" He shrugged. "Your loss." The dark bird added, his unhappy demeanor shifting to casual amusement, just sitting there comfortably between the trapped otters and their only way out.

"What do you want?" Reeve asked, trying to keep his annoyance in check in the hopes that this gryphon was simply passing by. The black and brown avian looked around the inside of the cave, his claws clicking on the cool stone floor.

"Nothing in particular," the gryphon replied dismissively, "I saw you two enter my territory, and wondered what would bring you to my domain." Tess stepped back a little, shaking her head slowly.

"We meant no disrespect," she quickly apologised, "we aren't very familiar with what lands sky-fliers own." She stood a little behind Reeve, not so certain around that large hooked beak and sharp talons. The big bird sat down on his haunches, his bulky frame taking up the majority of the entrance. His features ripples silkily in the fresh air, although his body emanated a strong, masculine scent.

"None taken," he responded with a wave of his claw, pointing to himself, "I'm Sk'rath." He paused, before slowly dropping his claw back down and letting his tail swish idly to the side. The otters were both staring, still trying to figure out what this creature was doing in their new den.

"Were you about to mate?" the large beast purred softly, smiling a little, "'such a good day for it too. Don't look so startled; I happen to find otters very... appealing."

Things seemed to be going a little better than expected, even if the conversation had a bit of a lecherous undertone. Tess wasn't quite sure how to respond to the question; obviously they had been ready to start something frisky but it seemed awkward to say so. It would be like having house guests only to find out they were going at it when you weren't looking. Her cheeks flushed a little in embarrassment.

"Something like that." She replied, trying to tactfully avoid the question. While she'd done most of the conversation, her mate was still rather on edge.

"If you don't mind, we'll just be on our way." Spoke the otter male rather matter-of-factly, gently tugging his earthly lady toward the exit, edging toward the side with slightly more room. The big bird just leaned toward them with a smooth smile, effectively cutting off their escape route.

"You're not leaving so soon are you? One might be inclined to think you don't like my company." Both otters stopped and scooted back, leaving plenty of room between themselves and the large avian. "Come to think of it-" He paused to place a claw against his beak in thought. "The last occupants that visited this little enclosure didn't stay long either after I visited them. Its not my breath is it?" He raised a paw before his beak and puffed a breath as if sampling it. "No, I haven't eaten anything in awhile, can't be that." The grin that followed made both furry mammals nervous.

"There were... others before us?" Tess continued, trying to defuse a bit of the tension by continuing the conversation.

"Oh yes! Every spring theres an influx of new visitors. They never stick around for long though. Least I get to... meet new people." The slip was subtle but neither of them missed it. If the situation were a little less tense it might have just been dismissed as an innocent mistake but something about him just made their fur bristle.

A silence passed between the two parties, gryphon and otters staring at one another. Reeve and Tess looked anxious, but the gryphon never did anything to give away his intentions in his expressions.

"Well," Reeve said nervously, stepping forward ever-so-slightly, "it was nice to meet you, Mr... Sk'rath, but we have to finish... preparing our home... now." He fell silent as he met the avian's gaze, seeing those cool golden eyes staring at him with a very unsettling expression. The gryphon flexed his claws before giving a small yawn, tail flicking from side to side.

"This is unfortunate," the brown-streaked bird sighed, shaking his head, "I was hoping for a little more... entertainment." The otters glanced at one another, wondering silently if they could somehow get rid of this intrusion without upsetting him.

"Okay, okay," the gryphon chuckled, his voice low and deep, "I can tell when I'm not wanted. I guess you two want to get back to... well... were you going to make her pregnant?" He tilted his head a little, the otters looking flustered at the directness of the question. The gryphon quickly waved a claw dismissively, smiling that dark smile.

"My apologies, me and my big... beak," he smirked, claw tracing a line into the stone. "I have to remember that some species are touchy about that kind of thing." His eyes remained fixed, this time on the male otter as he licked his beak slowly.

"So..." he added slowly, pacing out his words, "I suppose this is the part where I'm going to have to drop my pretenses." His eyes flashed and Reeve stepped back, realizing the danger.

"I want to watch," the gryphon stated flatly, demandingly, "I want to see how you two mate. Otherwise, I'm going to be very... upset."

The darker furred otter bristled with indignity; what in the world made this despicable bird think he could invade their new home and dictate what they did with their lives. He had no intention of doing anything of the sort, he'd rather-

The thought was cut short as the mentally ranting male felt the sudden soft caress against his sheath. It cut through his concentration, head turning sharply toward his mate as she was the only one close enough to do such a thing. Sure enough her sheepish smile told him as much even before he followed her frame to the reaching paw that teased his pride.

"Tess, what are you doing?" He whispered, perhaps a little more harshly than he intended. Her pretty glassy blue eyes smiled at him for a moment with both embarrassment and interest before shyly shifting away.

"Giving him what he wants. And you I suspect." She thrummed, sliding her paw back to tease at his hanging bits as well.

This left him in a bit of an awkward position. On the one paw he wanted to maintain his prideful musculature in front of this rival creature- then again, on the other he wanted her too. This certainly wasn't how he'd expected things to go. Something private and loving where he could show her what making pups was all about, not a spectator sport under the dictation of a feathered overlord.

"But this isn't what I wanted." He added, still low voiced.

"Me either but what would you rather do, charge him and fight our way free?" Good point. The gryphon was over three times their size, blocking their way out and, even if they could chase him back, it was very unlikely both of them would escape unscathed. The idea of submitting to the whims of a superior predator was unappealing but losing Tess, one way or another, was even less so.

"Just relax and pretend hes not even there. Do what comes... natural." She purred, sliding her clawtip around the ring of his sheath.

The gryphon grinned that low grin once more, laying down at the entrance to the den as he watched the female otter fondle her partner's equipment.

"You won't even know I'm here," the gryphon whispered softly, but neither of the otters dared glance at him. Hoping he would accept their showing, Tess gently eased herself down, caressing Reeve's furred balls with a gentle paw. He was tense at first but relaxed a little more with each loving stroke, his female companion doing her best to satisfy the desires of both males in the room.

"That's it," Tess muttered softly, reaching up to cup his hanging sac and teasing his sensitive orbs with her silky touch, "just let him have what he wants and he'll leave us alone." Reeve swallowed nervously but still couldn't stop himself from feeling the burning need to mate; his beautiful partner was too good at what she did. Tess adjusted her hold, letting the warm pup-makers hang loose as she gently leaned in, inhaling his scent. Even still, a faint tinge of gryphon tainted the air, making her nose twitch a little even as she nestled her muzzle in between her lover's soft scrotum. The gryphon's eyes sparkled; he hadn't expected such a wonderful showing, and he could feel his own lust bubbling up to the surface. His black-streaked fur rippled in the wind as he watched on in absolute silence, able to hear all of the soft mutterings they thought he could not.

"Mmmph..." Tess moaned, drowning out the smell of avian with the rich ottery musk from her mate's groin, the bridge of her nose pushing up into the soft skin with a gentle touch. Reeve couldn't help but shiver in delight as the sexy otteress extended her tongue to lick his supple sac, tasting him properly for the first time.

There was something unexpectedly arousing about the voyeuristic danger the watching gryphon created. Tess could feel it in her own tentative excitement. Reeve kept a less-than-convinced eye on the big bird though it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on him when he had her to think about. She balanced his sensitive orbs against her nose, feeling their warm weight while the caressing paw rubbed along the length of his short-furred sheath. How had it come to this- he thought with a bit of amusement.

The otter male stood on all fours at attention as the tender ministrations of his mate became even more real. What had been simple touch and tease became unmistakable foreplay as her whiskers betrayed the presence of her muzzle against his sheathtip. She'd dismissed the gryphon and focused entirely on all the things she'd wanted to do to her companion. She had never mated before, never felt a male under her tail but this wouldn't be the first time Tess had teased a male before.

Her tongue rubbed against his peaking tip with slow, sensual encouragement causing the still prideful male to arch a little above her. Shifting further beneath him, one paw hugged his rump, holding her up while the other tenderly massaged along his full sheath. The slow strokes did their work, erecting the male she called her partner right into her waiting mouth. Only a fourth of the way out, she took him in, sensually suckling on the bare red rod that grew even more rapidly now.

For all his fear and caution over the dark-feathered feline, Reeve finally let his guard drop just a little as his eyes flittered closed in pleasure. His hips rolled forward, pressing into that delightfully willing muzzle for a moment before relaxing and easing back, his shaft now coated in a mixture of pungent musky sheathslime and his mate's saliva. As his eyes slid back open, he half expected the gryphon to be standing above the two of them ready to pounce; instead the larger creature was exactly where he'd left him, deathly silent and watching every motion with those keen avian eyes.

Somewhat more confident that the gryphon wasn't going to pounce him any time he didn't look his way, the young otter looked back down into the eyes of his mate. Tess didn't seem so disturbed; in fact, the expression worn upon her face was somewhat pleased. Perhaps she was a bit of an exhibitionist after all... a side Reeve hadn't seen before. Not that he minded too much; something was oddly appealing about proving his worth to the observing beast.

"How's it feel hun," Tess asked softly, slipping that slick shaft free from her muzzle.

"Good..." was all he could respond before she took him back inside, this time sliding the heated spire all the way down across her tongue. His moan was clear as she pressed down with the roof of her mouth, adding a little pressure to him as she suckled hungrily on the rich-tasting maleness before her. The gryphon could feel his own sheath filling up; it was hard to watch such a display without becoming aroused. The female was a real delight - he found himself almost jealous of how dedicated she seemed to the dark-furred lutrinae. He chose not to speak, as any vocalizations may distract the pair from giving him the perverted show he desired. The gryphon hadn't quite been sure they would agree... many hadn't in the past.

Tess continued with her arousing antics, taking her lover down almost all the way, her nose brushing his groin as she slurped and caressed the tasty piece of ottermeat with her flexible tongue. Reeve had to do his best not to just melt into her touch, the warm paws roaming over his rump and balls while she dutifully pleasured him orally was beyond his wildest dreams. He almost wanted to thank the gryphon; Tess almost seemed to be putting in more effort than he could have expected to draw from her alone.

She had intended to just draw her mate out and let him do what needy males do best but his enjoyment of the moment was infectious. Her paw cradled his arousal as she fed him all the way in. Teeth that could sever tree limbs and crush shellfish now delicately cradled something far more delicate as her muzzle worked further down. Her sensitive whiskers ticked his inner thighs as the paw on his orbs encouraged her mate to edge forward.

He complied with only momentary reluctance. The angular tip slid into her throat and, despite his hesitation, she took it without complaint. His hiss of delight was tainted with sensual indulgence from something powerful and unexpected. The young otterfem buried her nose into his fur, even going so far as to wrap her lips around his sheath, giving every inch of him a heavenly squeeze.

It wasn't much different than swallowing a mussel or oyster, slimy, firm and tasty- in a different way of course. She had him in the palm of her hand, the strong beat of his heart felt firmly through the length of flesh she had her lips wrapped around. Only after she'd had her fun did Tess draw back nice and slow, a thin line of seedy precum smeared embarsingly over her tongue.

The lovely chocolate-brown female didn't mind of course, it was Reeve that felt his cheeks flush a little. She was good, far better than he'd expected and he was beginning to lose himself in the attention his wonderful mate provided. She seemed inclined to stop either, pursing her lips just behind the head of his shaft and squeezing down, letting the sucking pressure draw that gorgeous muzzle back around his bare length. He had to concentrate not to scratch gouges in the ground from how hot this was but even with that restraint, he couldn't help the soft panting moans that tickled the air.

Tess bathed in the attention, the more he seemed to enjoy her motions the more elaborate and sensual she made them. When one stroke worked well she'd try something even more lewdly pleasing on the next pass. Her own friskiness made it easy, the more aroused he became the more her body reciprocated, the taste of male on her tongue making it difficult to concentrate on anything but her lusty motions. And all the while she could almost feel those keen avian eyes watching her partner's cock disappear beneath the tight seal of her lips.

With such glorious treatment being delivered to his most tender of regions, Reeve couldn't help but buck a little into his mate's suckling lips. His previous concerns about the observing bird remained, but at the back of his mind as he let those silky, sexy paws roam over his lower body. He wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer, not with this kind of pleasure and the thrill of performing for a live audience of one. He'd wanted to empty himself right up inside of his mate's womb but at this rate he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

"Tess," he moaned, looking back down as she glanced up, barely slowing her hungry slurps over that delicious length, "I can't... hold it much longer..."

She smiled from around his shaft, pushing all the way down to his furry belly and taking his leaky erection right down into her throat once more. She allowed her muscles to ripple over his sensitive cocktip before pulling back with a messy slurp. Easing the tip from her mouth she licked her pre-slickened lips erotically before staring at him with a sensuous smile.

"Don't worry," she said, loud enough to show she was including the gryphon, "I want every last drop." She pushed the tip against her lips once more, letting him slide through and back into the warmth and comfort of her wet, warm muzzle. Her head bobbed up and down on his rock-hard shaft, pre-cum dribbling from the tip only to be smeared all over the inside of her mouth. Reeve glanced over at the gryphon, unable to help noticing the gryphon's red tip peeking free from his lush fur. It looked as though he was waiting for the 'real show', conserving himself. It felt awkward to be watched, but if Tess was happy, he would play along.

Deep instincts made his hips rock, bucking against that pretty muzzle of hers in muted thrusts. Part of him was a little uncomfortable sharing his first orgasm with his mate in front of such a pushy bird but that other, stronger part didn't care. She wanted it and he'd give it to her. The lovely lady curled up, resting on her flank beneath her mate's belly, cradling and massaging his underutilized orbs encouragingly. His motions grew stronger, complimenting his mate's motions as if the two were made for one another.

Faster he rocked, making his entire body shift above her and still she took it like a good girl. Reeve pressed his advantage, adjusting his weight to balance on three legs to place the fourth on the back of her head. Tess didn't complain, letting the excited male work her muzzle frantically. The pleasure of her oral lovemaking came to a striking peak as the frisky male felt the first shot of liquid lust race through his loins.

It was a heady, dizzying sensation, his paw gripping the fur on the back of her neck tightly as he gasped in delight. A thick sticky wad of otter seed lanced across his mate's tongue, painting it with his virile flavor, then another. His hips rocked forward, firing the third straight down her throat before easing back with a shuddering huff. The dark-furred male shivered in delight, eyes closed as the two indulged in a... mostly private act. If nothing else, it was clear she needed to tend to her mate more often.

The death grip at the back of her neck subsided as the twitching male laced her tongue with his cum. Thick strands of the stuff dripped from its tip as she languished her mate's shuddering body in the attention it deserved. The gryphon had wanted to see how otters mated and she made sure to give him quite a show of it. She didn't swallow, not immediately, letting the sticky mess pool around her tongue.

As the silky smooth female drew back, she kept her lips pursed to steal the last drops of lust from her lover's pride. A thin stream of pearly white fluid drizzled from the corner of her maw while sticky droplets stuck in her whiskers. The sharp beaky whistle from the other side of the room made the young female keenly aware of just how good a show it must have made after all. Reeve knew how good it was too, but he didn't need to make any additional noises to tell her that.

Satisfied, Reeve stepped back and turned to face the gryphon, his face flushing a little with embarrassment over how revealing that had been. Tess blushed too and looked down, but the gryphon slowly rose to his feet and grinned at the pair.

"My my," he chuckled, "that was exactly the kind of thing I was looking for. I always had a thing for otters, my apologies." Reeve didn't say anything, but looked down a little sheepishly. This sure was one strange bird.

"Why don't you show your mate what you've got there," the gryphon suggested, looking to Tess. The female blushed brighter but slowly opened her muzzle, revealing the large pool of pearly-white spunk that she had been storing. Reeve felt his sheath throb at the sight of his mate handling his mating fluids that way, watching as she gently swirled it around in her muzzle. That flexible tongue that had just moment ago been tending to his aching need now gently pushed his hot semen around every inch of her mouth. Thick strands dripped from those sharp teeth as she savoured his fertile ejaculate, giving both males quite the view. After a few more moments she closed her muzzle and swallowed with a loud gulp, two sets of eyes following the spermy bulge down her neck.

"That good enough for you boys?" she asked, wiping her whiskers, earning a nod from Reeve.

"Circumstances aside," the male otter replied, "that was amazing. I never knew you had it in you to be like... this." Tess smiled sheepishly and got to her feet, shaking her sleek fur.

"I wanted to surprise you," she admitted, "but the Sk'rath encouraged us to do it, and I'm a little bit of a show-off at times." Reeve smiled, turning around to face the gryphon.

"So..." he asked the bulky avian, "you've... had your fun, yes? We really need to get back to... making this more homely before the night grows too dim." Sk'rath nodded slowly, smiling that curved smile once more.

"Apologies once again for being so... forthcoming," the gryphon said with a shake of his head, "I should probably go now." Tess nodded, and Reeve slowly began to open his mouth to wish the gryphon farewell when the black-streaked beast spoke to him again.

"I probably should go... but do you think your mate would give me such an amazing treatment sometime?"

Their relationship with the big bird had gone from cautious to curious and now shifted to something less certain. He was very forward indeed and had a striking lack of tact. Those keen avian eyes stared down at the smaller female who shrank away from such a vivid interest. She was both grateful and a bit concerned as her mate stepped to the side, putting himself between them.

"No, I don't think so." The statement was flat and emotionless, the dark furred lutrinae did his best keep his voice neutral despite the spike of defensive jealousness that surged through him. There was that frown again, the same look of sudden disappointment that made Reeve's fur stand on end.

"Its it because you are her mate? I've heard otters bond for life and will only find a new mate if their old one is lost. Is that true?"

"That it is." The smaller male stated plainly with a nod. It wasn't strictly true but Reeve didn't feel like explaining the in's and out's of otter relationships, least of all to this imposing gryphon.

"So-" Sk'rath continued, lifting his beak in thought with perked ears. "-if you were gone and I became her mate, then it would be alright?" Reeve had to fight not to grind his teeth, growling out a reply.

"It doesn't work that way gryphon."

"No?" Came the immediate response, cutting off anything else the indignant mammal might have said. "And why not, I can feed her, breed her and certainly keep her safer than YOU ever could." He spoke pridefully with a wide grin that both disgruntled and offended the smaller male.

Tess, on the other hand, was at a complete loss. The tentative truce she'd tried to strike between the large predator and themselves seemed to be falling apart because of her mate's hotheadedness. On one paw she felt she should be defending her mate and his claim to her, but at the same time she didn't want to exacerbate the situation.

Reeve tried to argue but found himself wilting a little under that firm gaze of the gryphon, who stood a great deal taller than he did. He was worried; was this beast going to try and... and mount his mate? His paws clenched defensively, ready to strike out at the avian who threatened the sanctity of his partnership. The big bird's eyes flashed dangerously, his beak curving back in a fraction of a dark smile before just as quickly vanishing.

"My apologies," he said suddenly, looking over at Tess with a shake of his head. Reeve nodded, and gestured to the mouth of the cave.

"Please leave," the male otter demanded, "you've seen enough, and we're not that... like that. We want you gone now." Reeve's face was steadfast; he had no intention of 'sharing' his lover around like that. The gryphon paused, and then nodded.

"I understand," Sk'rath said with a slow nod, turning to face the mouth of the cave. As he stepped forward, Reeve breathed a slow sigh of relief, glad that he hadn't had to fight such a massive creature. It had been somewhat arousing having mated like that, but now that the passion had passed he just felt odd. He turned back to look at Tess, giving a small, reassuring smile. He barely had time to register why his mate's eyes were widening rapidly before everything went black.

Tess stared in silent horror, transfixed as that huge beak descended over Reeve's head, more than half of her lover's body being swiftly encased within Sk'rath's gaping maw. The gryphon paused, the otter's head already pressed down the entrance to his throat, the rest of him kicking and struggling wildly against the larger predator's oral embrace. The brown bird stood there, not moving, letting the shocked female see the lower half of her mate's body wriggling about frantically in his maw. He stared at her, cold eyes flashing in the darker light of the den, letting her see that the male otter was completely and utterly at his mercy.

After a few moments, Sk'rath decided that he'd had enough of the struggling otter, and slowly began to lift his whole body up using his powerful neck muscles. Reeve gradually rose up into the air, his legs still paddling wildly, trying to make sense of what had just happened to him, but the gryphon was in no mood to waste time with him. Tilting his head back, the black-streaked hybrid stretched his beak wide and took a large gulp, sending almost all of the sleek otter down into the murky blackness of his throat.

Shock was a strange beast, there were times when it could make you jump twice your height in the air before you even realized what caused it. And then there were times like these where her body remained frozen while her mind tried to process what was happening. Up that wiggling rear end went, the curved beak holding her mate precariously on the edge before jerking forward. She'd never seen a gryphon eat before and certainly not this close. It was a very clean affair at least, as hard as it was to see her mate being devoured whole.

It was the sound that hit her most, not Sk'rath's noises but the ones her mate made within his throat, muffled noises as the big bird swallowed the other otter whole. The entire affair couldn't have taken more than a few seconds before even those furred paws disappeared from view, the squirming bulge of otterfluff sliding down his throat. She couldn't help but notice it had a vaguely Reeve-shaped contour that moved fluidly down. That was when the fear truly gripped her, fear that she was next, that it had all been a dirty little ploy that she'd fallen victim to.

But it was too late, the moment she stood and got her legs under her, the big bird was upon her. It took only using his weight to ease her back to the ground, the frantic female not nearly powerful enough to dislodge the massive predator. Her hind paws pushed and foreclaws dug in to pull herself out from beneath her but he simply laid there, half curled around the soft furred female. Panic didn't really set in until she felt a significant lump get squeezed past her beneath the warm chest feathers just above. She trembled all over, frozen stiff as he leaned forward to press his chest to her back, letting her feel her partner's bulk dragged helplessly into the no-longer empty gryphon stomach.

"Mmmn, there. Now you don't have to worry about having a mate." He prrred with dark satisfaction to his cute little captive, as if her partner's untimely demise suddenly freed her of some burdening obligation.

"Why?" The word was breathed as a trembling question, almost too low and shaky to be understood. But Sk'rath just smiled so blastedly casually leaning down to nibble at her scruff with an almost tender reproach as if nothing at all were amiss.

"Because I was hungry." He rumbled warmly in response. And that was it.

Tess had expected some greater purpose, some darker intent. Perhaps his mate had been killed by an otter or he'd been outfoxed by one and it had left him jaded. Something... anything other than simple hunger.

"And I'm still a bit hungry." He continued torturously, licking his beak in appreciation for the fresh meal still squirming restlessly within him. "Your kind goes down smooth, not too much fur but enough to tickle the throat just right as they wriggle on the way down." Tess stiffened, finding it hard to breathe as she tried again to drag herself out from beneath the big bird. "My only complaint being one isn't quite enough, but two is a little much."

His words came with a cheeky gryphon grin that was hard for the smaller female to miss. It gave her hope just like he knew it would and, next to the fear that gripped her body, it must have felt like finding a piece of driftwood to cling to in the midst of a tsunami. It wasn't much but she held fast to it as she stared up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

Once the male otter had finally passed into his belly, Sk'rath settled back against the stone wall, curled around the female otter who shivered uncontrollably in his unyielding clutch. She was unable to properly gather her thoughts; she could feel her mate's bulge as it pressed into her back, wriggling and shifting wildly as Reeve did his best to try and overcome the fleshy prison which surrounded him. Tess wanted to scream out, but no help would come, and nothing she could do could prevent this beast from doing whatever he wanted with her partner. Just minutes ago he had been coating her tongue in streams of succulent ottercum. And now he was probably suffocating in the humid darkness of the bird's bulky belly...

"Don't speak," the gryphon interrupted, breaking through her thoughts as he placed a claw over her lips, "just listen." She gulped, giving an almost imperceptible nod out of fear. Sk'rath stretched his limbs, as if participating in any other kind of casual conversation.

"Wondering why he's still struggling?" the avian asked, but continued as though it were a rhetorical question, "that's because gryphons have very special bellies. You see, we excrete a type of oxygen... so your little friend in there is going to still be alive for quite some time." Tess' eyes widened as she considered the possibility that her lover wasn't going to be gryphon food, that he might be let out. She opened her mouth to ask what he wanted, but was slowly silenced by that waving claw touching against her lips. Reeve was no longer audible within the thick layer of gryphon, the belly silencing any and all noise he was making. The wriggles and occasional paw-shaped lump protruding from that rounded paunch were slowly subsiding, making the otteress extremely worried.

"Don't worry," the big male reassured her with a slight smile, "he's just getting tired. It's hard to struggle in there." Tess didn't know what to do... the gryphon seemed so calm, it looked as though he hadn't even done anything at all. Leaning over the female's ear, Sk'rath brought his beak right up against it and lowered his voice to a deep, menacing rumble.

"Let's get this out of the way then, shall we? Your 'mate', the one who so foolishly stood between me and you, is my food. Nothing you say or do will get him back, because I'm going to need the energy his body will provide me." Tess paled... how could the avian be this cruel? She opened her muzzle once more and had it quickly closed by that sharp claw.

"You're probably wondering why I'm doing this, how could I be such a mean and nasty birdy..." Sk'rath said with a dark chuckle, "and the truth it, you're absolutely right. You and I are going to stay here for awhile and watch as I digest that hunk of meat in my belly. I'll be sure to give you all the gritty details, because if you don't make me happy in the next few hours, you're going to be following right behind him."

Tess' body was still in fight or flight mode and neither option was viable. The adrenaline that might have given her a fighting chance was wearing thin which meant her only option for survival was to appease the large predator. She reached out and laid a paw on his chest, staring at the feathered fluff. But how could she after what he'd done to her beloved.

"Little lower." Came the sharp voice from above, breaking her trance. His much larger paw came down and held her by the wrist, moving her forearm down as he arched up some. It was just past the feathers where they met fur that he let her feel the bulge of her mate.

It jumped and she jerked back, unsuccessfully breaking the grip he had on her. It was similar to what she imagined having a belly full of pups would be like only this was quite the opposite of bearing new life. The seconds ticked by with excruciating slowness; she wasn't really thinking so when he shifted a little more and drew her paw further down, it took feeling the slimy wetness of his tip against her palm to break her out of this new trance. She tried to recoil again but he held her there with that blastedly casual smile.

"You needn't worry about your ex-, I'm sure he's curled up comfortably under my massaging stomach muscles, lounging in a nice warm sauna." He purred the words in such a way as to suggests as much as describe. She understood what it meant for Reeve as well as herself and stopped trying to pull away.

He let her arm go expectantly and, like a good though terrified girl, Tess gave the impressive spire of flesh a gentle caressing squeeze. The big bird was wet and aroused and, in one pass, her webbed toes were coated in his thick oily sheathslime. It clung to her paw with a strong and pungent scent of male. He was a well endowed male as well, well in comparison to her own species of course, she had no idea how big he was in relation to others of his kind but it was something her little body would have to deal with now.

"Mmm, I love when he squirms." He rumbled, a taloned paw stroking up the back of her neck, not hard enough to scratch her but firmly enough to suggest. She shivered from the contact but did as she was 'told', her neck extending bringing those long whiskered lips in close.

Taking a deep breath to calm her trembling nerves, the poor girl extended her tongue, getting her first taste of gryphon meat.

The rich flavor of the big bird's hefty maleness flooded the poor female's tongue, his taste proving much, much more overwhelming than that of her mate. Sk'rath was hard, his erection pulsing with arousal from the simple acts of domination he was exerting over the otter couple. He was dismayed to find that Tess could barely take more than the tip and an inch or two of his thick avian pride into that succulent muzzle.

"You seemed much more eager to please that otter," he chided, giving the young girl are warning tap with his claw, "perhaps you want to join him after all." Tess flushed with fear, clasping onto that firm, veiny shaft as though it were her only lifeline. She was terrified; scared for her mate, scared for herself. It didn't help that the furred and feathered beast seemed to be having the time of his life.

"It seems my meal has stopped struggling for now," the gryphon sighed, as if disappointed, "but there's a reason for that. You see, my stomach isn't the pool of acid many like to imagine... it's more of a humid sack. The walls slowly secrete enzymes that will begin to soften my food's fur and skin, very, very slowly. He'll be perfectly comfortable for another few minutes... but that's when the real fun starts." The gryphon's dark smile made Tess shiver as she used the tongue previously holding her lover's member to now caress the tip of the one who'd eaten him. She did as she was told, hoping that by some miracle the avian would spare her from following the same fate.

"Now that your distracting friend is out of the way," the brown-feathered male continued, "I suppose I wish to place my claim as your next mate." The otteress couldn't bring herself to look up at him; her muzzle simply sitting at the end of that barbed shaft, suckling on the tip. She used his thick cock as a way to avoid interacting with this feral beast, letting those barbs rub over her tongue to distract herself.

"If you make me happy," the gryphon stated flatly, "if you satisfy my needs like you did that meat in my belly, then I'll give you your freedom." He rolled over a little more, letting the heavy bulge in his belly rest against the otter's head, reminding her of Reeve's presence. He was no doubt trying to figure out what was happening, at least for now before anything serious happened.

He watched her with a critical eye as the half-trapped little otter girl tried so hard to pleasure the big bird. It wasn't easy for her to get his flesh in past her teeth without harm- the one point of advantage she might have in this situation and she ignored it as if the option didn't even exist. Sk'rath made sure not let his amusement show. Her tongue washed over the head of his shaft making it jerk a little within the sticky sweet confines of her maw. He was a strong scented creature, the powerful male musk easily washing away the taste of her former mate even with so simple a dose. It was a lovely power trip for the big bird but it was lacking in what he really wanted from her.

When the big gryph shifted to stand, Tess found the object of her obsession swiftly stolen, that massive cock trailing away with strings of saliva dripping from the sensual curve of it. "Rrrr, I haven't had a mate this willing in soooo long." He prrred and stretched some. For the first time since his intrusion into their little home, the feathered beast wasn't standing in the way of the cave opening.

Her cool blue eyes flicked up to the big bird as he stood and extended his body in a very feline fashion. She was still sprawled on her belly but he'd left her unguarded. The river would be her only safe haven and she only had a fraction of a second to decide if she could even make it that far.

"Then hens in the colony aren't nearly as accommodating as little otters-" She surged to her feet and let the adrenaline rush carry her forward. "-I usually have to pounce-" Poor Tess didn't get three steps toward the exit before she felt a massive weight crash across her back, his beak coming up beside her ear to finish his sentence. "-and force those flittery featherdusters to submit." She clawed and scraped, trying desperately to get away but he held fast, letting her feel the hopelessness of her escape attempt sink in.

"Though I suppose I should be clear, if you aren't my new mate then there are other uses I have for your body." He rumbled, shifting to rub his distended belly against her backside in a very reminding way. It was enough, the unfortunate female ceasing her struggles. Her glassy eyes washing over the sun kissed landscape so close and yet so far out of reach.

"Good girl." He thrummed with dark satisfaction, stepping up behind her in a much more relaxed way, using the presence of his body rather than physical force to remind her of her position beneath him. "We both thank you." The dark brown bird hummed while nonchalantly sliding his thick cockflesh up between her suddenly stiffened hind legs. "It would be a little crowded there with both you and your mate in there. Oh, sorry, ex-mate." He added with a beaky smirk.

The otter fem could feel the big male's shaft slap against her leg, the sheer size and weight of it making her tremble. There was no way she could ever handle something so big... especially not with the constant, terrifying reminder of what he'd done to Reeve resting upon her spine. Sk'rath indulged greatly in his position of absolute control, smirking menacingly as he straddled the helpless creature between his legs. Allowing his drooling member to rest upon her back, the avian leaned in and allowed his bulging belly to press against her from above.

"I'm not just vocal for your benefit," the big bird purred softly, "because while that lump of meat in my belly can't be heard by you, he can very much hear me. He knows everything you do, and he's struggling feebly to get out. But he'll be in there for quite some time, and you and I shall get busy making the pups your little lover can't." He laughed loudly, the noise echoing around the small den as he relished the look upon Tess' pale face.

"Why don't I give you an idea of what a gryphon belly is like?" the bulky male churred, Tess inwardly wanting to block her ears and curl into a ball. When no response was heard, the avian gently ground his heavy balls against her sleek rump, enjoying the physical dominance further.

"My meal in there has almost used up his break time," Sk'rath explained, "and his fur should have softened up quite a bit by now. But the stomach has two mechanisms for dealing with such big meals; chemical and mechanical. At first it'll be slow... in a few minutes he should start feeling his skin tingling, itching. It'll only grow worse as the digestive enzymes begin to work him over, and it'll grow to unbearable levels soon enough. At the same time, my muscles will start their work also, slowly compressing and relaxing repeatedly, working my food into a more malleable state. With this constant motion and softening, I expect that little otter will be hairless and in a great deal of discomfort very shortly. I'd tell you what happens next, but I'm afraid it'll have to wait until I'm settled in." With that, the horrible gryphon clutched Tess's midsection, holding the poor female in place as he allowed his swaying shaft to slap her rump a few humiliating times.

"Now if you don't mind," he chuckled, "I'm going to make some pups."

She most certainly did mind, but what could she do? No amount of biting or scratching would save her and, as much as she hated the prospect of giving her first young to such a despicable creature, that seemed the only option of survival. As much as she hated what was happening to Reeve, avoiding the same fate was something she was willing to give her pups up for.

Having his male genitals rubbing and grinding against her short fur in such a lewd fashion made her shiver- though not from any sort of lust. He was purposefully rubbing his scent all over her body, making a lasting reminder of what was to come. Standing on three legs, the fourth paw cupped against the base of her stomach, encouraging the little girl to keep her hips in the air for him. Tess didn't fight the big bird this time, it was an inevitable fate at this point and she just hoped he'd just do it and get it over with...

"Mmmthere..." He purred with insidious delight, rocking his hips forward to grind his stiff bare flesh along the silky fur of her inner thigh and press more firmly against her. The poor girl had to strain to hold herself up. "Do you feel that?" He asked, looking down at her with an evil grin.

She felt his oppressive weight on her certainly what was... She tensed, feeling the gryphon's belly seem to shrink a little, hold and then relax, expanding to its normal size again. Tess shivered violently. Two more times it happened, the rod of cockflesh hanging between her legs, dripping with dirty lust. She tried not to think about it, tried to just imagine something else, she even tried to pretend the big bird was just having indigestion! Until he laughed cruelly.

"Oh Gods, he's squirming again! Where DO you otters get all your energy from?" He snickered. The torturous experiences didn't end there; so focused on not thinking about her poor partner's struggles within that deep gryphon belly, she hadn't realized the big bird had arched his tail back and lined himself up.

The paw that cupped her belly had also slid back a little between her hinds, holding her soft sex open just enough to make it an appetizing target for that long spire of gryphon meat. The moment it touched her tender pussy, she jumped a little in sudden realization, muscles tensing automatically. It didn't help her situation as the tapered head nuzzled right inside, despite (or perhaps because of) the intense tightness. The tip alone was larger than any otter and it only got thicker from there. She clenched her foreclaws with a grunt, trembling from all the disturbing sensations being forced upon the poor girl.

"Well, at least I know where I get my energy from." Sk'rath added with a dirty snicker. Mercifully he simply rested there, allowing the poor girl's stretched skin to acclimate to the massive log she was destined to be impaled upon. "I'm sure your mate would be glad to know the energy from his slow digestion is, at least, being put to good use stuffing pups into your belly." He concluded in a serious tone with a sagely nod even while his hips nuzzled forward, wedging a bit more into this tight little ottercunt.

She felt even better than expected, even at such a minor depth. Those tight folds stretched around his girth as he pushed ever so slowly into her, making sure he didn't cause her any injury with his oversized gryphcock. It wasn't for her benefit, however; he merely didn't want a broken toy. He was acutely aware of what the little female was wanting to do, aware of her desire to block out his words, his belly, his pride... exactly the things he was ensuring she couldn't avoid.

"You otters have such sleek coats," Sk'rath noted, giving the female an extra rub over her silky fur, "one of the first things my meal will be losing. It always starts with the fur... I bet he's barely got any left now. That last protective coating... gone." He chuckled to himself, and Tess let out a soft whimper. The gryphon sighed and then pushed a little deeper, grunting in pleasure as that succulent, damp sex widened even more to accept his thick maleness. She could feel every pulse through that rigid length, her snatch forming a tight fit around every contour of his shaft. It was a delicious feeling for the dominant bird.

"I bet you're dying to know what happens next," Sk'rath whispered with a large grin, pulling the otterfem towards him with his claw. He used that leverage to add another couple of centimeters into her hot body, her cuntlips yawning around his intruding breeding organ. It was only the natural order of things: two males contesting for a female, and he had won. Therefore, he would take what was his. Reeve may have filled her muzzle with his seed, but Sk'rath would wash away every last trace of it, and its owner.

"Well," the brown bird chuckled, his wings rippling as he sought greater depths, "your little friend definitely is dying to know what happens next." He laughed at his own bad joke, interrupted suddenly by a forceful kick from his hanging belly. Tess could feel it against her back, the heavy bulge of her captor's gut shifting as the otter within struggled once more. She looked up, only to be met with a curved, beaky grin.

"Looks like the fun is starting," he whispered menacingly, "I think by the time I've fit as much as I can in you, he'll be squirming a lot more."

The poor girl had to choke back a whimper as the large male's hips jerked forward slightly, working himself a little further in bit by wide-stretching bit. The poor otter in his belly made a constant reminder of why she just bit her lip and kept her legs spread without complaint. The feathered monstrosity on her back kept her mind thinking about what it was like in there even if she desperately wanted to think of anything but.

That thick slab of flesh being pried into her tender slit seemed to go on forever. Every time he paused to let her body catch up, she hoped that was all he had to give but then he'd simply grip her body and sliiiide a little more into her. The silky-coated girl gritted her teeth, panting and flexing her claws against the ground. Gods, she didn't know how much more she could take with her tender undertail wrapped around his bare flesh like that. She was intimately aware of every curve and muscle, each bump and vein that added to the contours of his impressive girth. At least he'd stopped talking...

"You're not uncomfortable down there are you dear?" He'd paused a little over halfway within his snug little otter toy, a paw rubbing over her lower tummy, enjoying the bulge it made beneath the skin. "I know your boyfriend isn't too comfortable right now and I would hate for both of you to be terribly distraught." What concern might have been pulled from those words was casually uprooted by another firm, energetic thrust as he held his little plaything firmly up against his chest, sinking in slowly.

"What with his claws being worn down to nubs by now." He continued with a casual grunt, easing back the pressure for a moment. "Poor thing's been trying to claw his way out but now those soft naked paws feel like a soothing silky massage." Sk'rath murmured and, for the first time, drew back some.

The release of tension as that fat log of flesh slid away was enough to make the smaller female tremble with a long exhale. She had hopes he'd simply pull free but still half of what he'd put in stayed in, letting his glossy shaft throb out in the open for a moment before simply shoving back into the part of her body he'd already claimed- and then some. Tess stood on the tips of her webbed toes as the big bird worked her body with nice long slow strokes now that he had the room to make them.

"Oh and you remember how I said we secrete an oxygen rich enzyme?" He leaned in and slid his beak right up beside her folded ear to whisper quietly. "I forgot to mention it has the same digestive properties as the rest. His very breathing is carrying it through his blood and all throughout his body." The maleficent gryphon stood back up and thrust his hips forward. "The meat'll fall right off the bone!" He announced exuberantly with almost childish glee.

Tess went pale at the gryphon's taunting words, horrified by what the massive beast was doing to her partner. She didn't even have time to mourn his suffering as the brown-and-black bird worked his slick shaft deeper and deeper into her overstretched ottercunt. His thick, syrupy pre-cum drooled into her with every pulse of that heated maleness, causing lewd squelching noises each time he buried himself in that succulent sex. Her paws clutched at the ground, but the gryphon's size and grip had her off the ground and pressed up against that bulging belly. To Sk'rath, she was little more than a toy in size and strength.

"Mmmph... that's the stuff," he grunted, giving a particularly firm thrust that speared just over two-thirds of his enormous cock through her silky folds. Tess' eyes widened, her body feeling overly full and violated as the muscular bird fucked her without resistance. She was fearful of being split in two by the avian's oversized prick, and grit her teeth as she took every last firm inch of his rigid breeding organ. To Sk'rath, the idea of leaving his claim all over the inside of this hot little otter's untouched womb while the one who should have been tasked with such a thing churned in his belly was the ultimate show of power. He had all the control, and would exert it upon the pair of unfortunate otters.

"Can you feel that?" the gryphon suddenly asked, pausing his deep thrusts and smirking as he watched Tess' heavy breathing under him. Curling his claw around her firmly he pulled her up until her head was pressed right up against the bulge in his mighty gut. She suddenly gasped as she felt it shift, and it wasn't a wriggle either.

"I bet he's beginning to feel it now," Sk'rath chuckled, relishing the feeling of tightness gripping his member, "it was only a matter of time before that fur was out of the way. Now the fun really begins, for both of you!" He suddenly reversed his action, pushing the otter down to the ground as he crouched low over her. Leaning down he let his large beak nibble at the sleek otter's ear.

"I hope you understand now," he growled in a lust-filled tone, "that you've got nowhere to go. I'm going to churn your little friend up into nutrients, and then I'm going to fuck a pup into you with all the energy he gives me."

The avian forepaws at her hips lifted and hold her hind end off the ground as the big bird continued to mercilessly squeeze his fat flesh into her tiny body. Finally he seemed to reach the end as its tip nuzzled firmly against the back of her breeding tunnel. She gritted her teeth as he gave a few experimental bucks and then held himself shoved firmly up against her inner wall, leaking a steady stream of sticky goo into her most private of places.

Even with all the discomfort she had to bear, Tess could only begin to imagine how bad it must be for her mate on the other side of that feathered gut. His fur was like a million tiny fuses, being easily burnt away and, when it reached the end, there would be a terrible grand finalé. Nothing so dramatic as a firework, she imagined, but a slow methodical release. She gritted her teeth as the big bird shoved again.

"Think you can fit it all?" He rumbled casually, rolling his hips a bit. "I think you can-" He continued, interrupting her breathless response "-theres still plenty of room in that tight little cunt of yours." He growled and slid his paws back along the curve of her short hind legs, gripping them at the ankles.

She had no idea what he was talking about, there wasn't a single inch of her poor sex not filled to the brim with gryphon cock. However, the big bird seemed to know more than he should about otter anatomy and gladly used that to his advantage. Holding her hind legs up and outstretched, he gritted his beak in a pleasured groan as a steady stream of pressure was applied to her poor sex. The poor girl was convinced he planned to tear her down the middle regardless when something started to give way.

Her eyes went wide as she felt the wall he'd been smushed up against bowed inward and peel open slowly around the head of that massive shaft. It didn't break or tear as she expected, the constant uniform push just let Sk'rath force himself into the deepest recesses of her feminine form. It certainly stung as the thick beast violated her very womb with his leaking cockflesh but, the next thing she knew, she felt his furred sheath tickling her ventlips as he made himself at home within her.

She needed a moment to recover, her breathing hard and ragged with so much gryphon meat stuffed under her tail and Sk'rath seemed content to just let her dangle half off the ground, impaled upon the full length and girth of his cockflesh. Reeve, on the other hand, seemed suddenly violently upset, the poor girl shuddering at feeling the movement of her previous mate within. Tess remained unwillingly sandwiched against his belly as it churned and squeezed and molded the lump of meat to begin milking some of the energy out of that naked, furless ottermale within.

The gryphon purred softly, the superbly delectable sensation of the female otter wrapped entirely around his mighty length was too good to describe. So deep was the avian male that the smaller female was suspended from his heavy girth, her lower belly bulging noticeably from the stretching. He had violated this tight otteress completely and utterly; his barbed cocktip lounging within her hot womb. What had been made to accept a male otter's fertile sperm now held the entire tip of Sk'rath's encroaching maleness. Tess could barely string together a conscious thought; her entire body felt as though it had been impaled, and she could do little but let out a long moan as the intense sensations washed over her.

"I knew there was more room" the evil gryphon smirked, allowing her to simply hang there for a while so both could adjust to the situation. The gryphon's claws roamed her bellyfur, making sure the young otter always felt his merciless touch.

"You have been much more accommodating than that other otter, in many ways," Sk'rath chuckled, scratching his jaw in mock ponderance, "what was his name again?" Tess let out a small groan, her body stretched to the limit by the dominant gryphon, making it difficult to muster any kind of reply.

"I guess meat doesn't need a name," the brown bird added cruelly, rubbing Tess' belly slowly, "I can feel his wriggles. He's barely got enough energy to struggle, but judging by how he's moving, I'd say your old mate is now in quite a bit of pain. I wonder whether the hot sting of enzymes against his bare skin or the tight, crushing motions of my belly are doing the most damage..." He laughed loudly, making Tess shudder at the descriptions. He leaned in and nibbled at her ear, licking over her face as he crouched down low once again. Tess was on the ground once more, but it gave the gryphon ample angle with which to fuck her tight rump raw.

"I want to hear you," he growled softly, "you do seem like a better negotiator than the previous meal. I want to hear you beg, little otter. I want you to beg to carry my pups. I want you to beg for me to fuck you like the tight little bitch you are. I want your sweet little voice to beg, Tess the otter, or you will be little more than another nameless lump to wither away in my gut. Only by carrying my genes will I have reason to spare you."

Her webbed foretoes spread against the ground as lay there, pinned literally between the rock floor and a hard place. She hadn't the words to describe her feelings and hardly the words to put together her own dirty salvation. For the first few moments he was content to just rake her insides with that thick spear of flesh, working her body open with slow, purposeful strokes designed to make her body submit even further to his whims. Her inner cervix clenched tightly as the gryphon's cock slid free only to pry her open as he stuffed himself in nice and slow, making sure to give her more than enough opportunity to relax and swallow him whole again.

"I don't hear that musical voice of yours my dear." He thrummed, leaning down to nibble the back of her neck more as a reminder than as an affection. Her body bristled and tensed for a moment before she forced herself to relax with a soft huff.

"Y-you stopped." She noted, looking up at that cruel smile on his beak. Tess swallowed nervously. One one paw she didn't want him to- not really, but on the other, his continued enjoyment of her body was the only thing that was keeping her under his belly rather than inside it. She averted her eyes shyly. "Why... why did you stop?"

"Mmm, enjoying yourself that much are you?" He prrred above her, rolling his hips forward to squish his cockflesh up into her yawning sex. "How many pups do you want me to put in you my dear?" Sk'rath chittered excitedly, perhaps enjoying himself perhaps a bit too much. His little otter toy grunted softly at the soft spongy impact of his hips against hers.

"A... dozen?" She answered at length as the big bird continued to violate her body with slow strokes, drawing out her terror and his pleasure with each motion.

"Oh ho ho! Someone's awfully ambitious." He chortled. "I could take them all, claim them here and now, make you my little brood hen forever. You'd like that wouldn't you?" The grin on his beak widened.

A spike of ice flowed through her body at the suggestion. It was impossible to tell if that were an idle threat or if it were actually possible. The gryphon was full of so many surprises that it seemed entirely plausible that, stuffed so deep in her cunt, he might actually be able to follow through with that 'threat'. The thought of bearing this creature's young for the rest of her life made her stomach churn... but not enough to overpower the sensation of feeling his belly churn.

"Y-yes. Please." She added, exhaling with a soft grunt as his cock slid into place within her again. At least it was getting easier to take him.

"Mmhmhmhm." He chuckled at her. "Needy little girl, all excited by the idea of being stuck on my cock while I pour out the pups your dissolving partner is helping me pound into your womb. Isn't that right my little ottercondom?" He growled pleasurably, nipping her scruff as if daring the helpless female to do anything other than agree wholeheartedly.

Tess flushed with heat as she was degraded by the mighty predator, his powerful thrusts pounding her cervix into submission and ensuring it remained wide open for him to ream her womb at his leisure.

"Y.. yes..." she moaned, her voice betraying her as her body finally began to respond to the avian's actions. Despite the ordeal having felt like nothing more than a brutal stretching, now that he was a deep as he could go, her slimy cunt was getting wetter and wetter for his encroaching cock. Her own natural lubrication mixed with his gooey pre-cum and made it even easier for the big bird to sliiide right up inside of her. Even her own traitorous nerves were getting the best of her; her body shuddering with every deep thrust, gritting her teeth to stop any involuntary moans of pleasure she was beginning to feel. Sk'rath did not intend to give her any reprieve. With one strong movement he pulled his entire length free from her body, a splash of liquid coating the floor as the avian swiftly flipped the poor girl onto her back. For a moment Tess squirmed; was he going to eat her too? But then she realised it was worse: the gryphon wanted to look into her eyes as he fucked her.

It only took the muscled hybrid a moment to fit right back inside, her battered cervix giving way with ease as he returned to his old position. This time, however, her face was mashed right up against his furry underbelly. He fucked her with short strokes, ensuring the tip of his barbed cock slid in and out of her tight spongy ring again and again. The gryphon wanted to ensure this little female would be opened up to him completely.

"Feel it," he growled, pushing his bulging belly down onto her, "feel the lump of meat you called a mate." She had little choice but to feel it; the hefty bulge wriggling and shifting on top of her. It was hard to believe that mere inches in front of her, separated by a layer of skin and muscle, was Reeve digesting away in that hefty gut.

"He's definitely in the swing of things now," the brown bird noted, continuing his thrusts, "I think it's a bit tight in there now. I think something might have broken, judging by how much he's struggling. Either that or his skin is now mostly gone. I want to hear you say it, my little breeding hen, to understand your place and his." He nibbled her neck, tongue licking up over her face.

"Kiss my belly," he demanded, "and then acknowledge that meat is meat. And then... I want you to declare me as your new mate."

Tess trembled as the big bird drove himself balls deep into her again and again, holding her rump off the ground as support to give himself a straight shot down into the deepest core of her belly. For the first time, the shiver wasn't entirely of disgust. Part of her utterly hated and denied that he could be giving her pleasure, but lying to herself was a futile effort. She certainly didn't want to kiss him there, the feathery musculature grinding lewdly against her bare silky furred underbelly as he plowed into her cock-swollen folds.

She stretched her little webbed paws out and gingerly gripped his underbelly, jerking away reflexively for a moment as she felt a sudden jerk within. The insistent thrusts slowed to an eventual stop, letting her leaking pussy simply throb around his engorged flesh. The poor girl had to concentrate to keep her breathing steady, clearing her mind as the dirty bird twisted his head to watch with a cruel grin on his beak.

"Just nourishment-" The smaller stuffed otter girl paused, parting his feathers to plant a kiss directly on his skin. "-for my bigger, better, stronger mate." Her whiskers tickled slightly as she pulled away.

"Rrrrrl, thats my girl." The brown gryphon growled in deep pleasure, a powerful flush of heated excitement rolling through his frame from the words she chose. It wasn't a just simple repeating of what he'd said but a statement chosen by his little toy specifically to please him. And it did. More than just hearing her say it, to know the last thing that dissolving lump of otter flesh in his gut would be conscious of was his lover giving herself wholly to the far superior gryphon.

The indulgent gratification was intoxicating and the big bird soaked in it as he nailed his new broodmother. He was no gentle lover like she had hoped for, Reeve would have made sure her pleasure came first but for this feathered fiend, her pleasure was of little concern. Even so, there was an undeniable undertone of lust as he crammed his thick shaft between her spread hinds, those short little legs tucked up into the crook of his hips.

He could feel it coming, that encroaching surge that made the base of his cock begin swelling, stretching his poor plaything even more as he buried himself into her like a carnal animal. Despite all her efforts to hide it, those sharp, perky ears caught the little huffs and groans and squeaks she tried so hard to suppress. Her mind and body were his and he would mould them however he saw fit: first around his cock, then around his knot, then to hold his pups. His clawtips gripped and tugged across her silky furred hide as his passion built, trying to yank her body up into his crotch deeper and harder.

Sk'rath only hoped he wouldn't break her with the force of his lust; he planned to use her many, many more times after this.

Tess couldn't stop herself anymore, the insistent rutting by the gryphon male atop her making her gasp and groan in fits of pure pleasure. As much as she had tried to pass it off as pain, being spread so wide and taken so deep was an experience her little body hadn't ever prepared for and one it was getting extremely wet for. She was beginning to lose herself in the avian's thrusts, unsure now exactly what it was she wanted. Sk'rath could sense the change and continue to thrust, pinning his 'hen' down and working that thick, meaty gryphcock deep into the most untouched recesses of her womb. Her cervix was no longer an obstacle; he had fucked that into submission, and would do so with the rest of her.

"He's really getting into it now," the avian grunted between deep thrusts, feeling the erratic twitches from inside his bulging belly, "I can almost hear his cries... the energy is flowing through me." He clutched the little otteress close, feeling his slimy sheath grinding against those overstretched lips as he took her down to the hilt time and time again. His knot was swelling up, further stretching the poor girl as he filled up even more space. Eventually, she began to properly notice, and after a few more thrusts the gryphon was unable to tug himself free. Tess let out a loud groan as her already-overfilled sex was pushed even further, his barbed cocktip nestled right up in the back of her womb. Not only was his sheath smooshed up against her spread cunt but his heavy avian balls were resting upon her rump.

"Ohhhhh... that's it," the brown male churred, his body trembling with excitement. He held the otter close to his belly, ensuring she would feel old life slip away while he pounded new life into her sloppy snatch.

"Almost there," he grunted, crouching down so he could continue for a few more moments. He pressed into her with short, rapid thrusts, moving as much as their firm tie would allow, before he released her body and began to breed her in earnest. His knot bulged and his thick shaft throbbed, preparing to unload everything he had backed up inside of his new little bitch.

"Tell me what you want," he breathed heavily, looking down into the otter's eyes, "and I will give it to you."

The feathered gryph balanced on three limbs as his body surged forward into her, the third under her back, supporting her body as that fifth limb ravaged her body so thoroughly. Right and wrong had blurred into a thick grey soup of horror, pleasure, disgust and desire and the poor otterfem was stuck in the middle of it. She could clearly feel the last struggles of her ex-mate being beaten out of him by those churning stomach muscles, as if in reflection to what he was doing to her.

Sk'rath kept himself purposefully on edge as he rode those knot-stretched pussy walls, ready to stuff his chicks, his half-breed pups into the silky smooth cunt wrapped around his fleshy rod. She could have asked for freedom, could have asked that he give up her mate, could have asked for the sky to fall and the earth to rise. But, instead, as her shy shining blue eyes met his, he watched her break.

"Your pups Sk'rath... I want your young inside me." She might tell herself later that it had been instinct, to tell him what he wanted to hear, but the gryphon knew better. He'd watched frightened prey give their bodies up before, all in a futile attempt to sway his decision to devour them in the end but she... krrr, she wanted his brood.

And he gave it to her. Holding her down at the shoulder with a paw on her hip, he lunged forward and dug deep into that lush breeding grounds. The big bird rocked his hips hard, swinging his tail feathers up and down as he came copiously inside his new little plaything. Each thick rich splurt of sperm was punctuated by pleasured grunt or huff or hiss and there were plenty of opportunities to tune his song of lust. Sk'rath was not gentle or affectionate as he stuffed his brood between those short, furry legs of hers, using every motion to make sure this sweet little ottercondom understood her place beneath him.

Hot globs of milky avian semen were drawn from the gryphon's hefty testicles, travelling straight down into the deepest, untouched regions of the otter's body. No part of her could resist his will, his bulky knot stretching her obscenely wide as he ejaculated into the sweet, succulent womb. His belly wriggled and shifted as the male otter within entered the final stages of his demise, no doubt experiencing the power and fearsome nature of the big bird's merciless belly. The energy sustained the winged predator as he fucked his new mate, the fertile cum struggling to find room in the female's inadequately-sized body.

Sk'rath barely noticed as her belly swelled, her womb stretching with the copious filling she was receiving. Time and time again his swaying sack contracted, delivering another creamy rope of sperm-rich spunk straight into Tess' abused cunt. He barely paid any mind to the otteress, taking his pleasure from the pair as he moaned and groaned to the pleasurable sensation of such a tight, needy sex milking him for all he had.

"Unph... just like... that," the out-of-breath gryphon snarled, crouching low over the otter to ease his muscles. After what seemed like a good minute or two, the gryphon's mighty climax came to a slow stop, the last few small splatters losing themselves in the sea of gryphon seed. Tess lay down against the cool stone, panting heavily as her body struggled to deal with the obscene amount of weight that had just been forcibly added. Deep inside of her egg-chamber, where the barbed tip of the brown bird's breeding organ lay comfortably, countless fertile sperm rushed around the lining of her womb. She was defenceless against his ravaging genes as they assaulted her eggs and ensured that she would swell with more than just his cream in the coming months.

"Mine," Sk'rath panted hotly, easing himself back down next to the otter, curling up around her with his knot still inside. Laying on her side, Tess could feel the feathers and fur surrounding her once more, her bulging body round and plump from the rutting. Another bulge pressed up against her again, that of her previous mate. With her head pressed up against the muscular gryphon's bulk, she could no longer feel any movement within.

His claim wasn't exaggerated either, she could feel his warm genes in her cumswollen belly as he sprawled out comfortably atop her. Her short little forepaws hugged his chest slightly as the big bird rocked a little to extend the pleasurable afterglow. Every little motion made her jerk and twitch as he sawed his massive flesh into her highly sensitive pussy walls.

The big bird tilted his head to eye the little girl. She'd been good... very good, far better than he had been expecting. Perhaps he wouldn't eat her after all... With as much fucking her raw had taken out of him, he could use another meal. Mmm, but what a waste it would be to devour such a lovely cunt like that. He'd only just broken her in too, there was still quite a bit of use he could get out of her yet.

Still, after such a long and grueling session, the big bird needed a drink. The lake wasn't all that far and she wasn't going anywhere. With a grin, the feathered male stood, causing the otteress beneath him to hiss and clench tightly around his shaft. It was certainly a little awkward to walk joined at the hip with a cum-bloated otter fem but he managed a slow steady pace, dragging the poor girl along behind her by the knot.

Tess blushed furiously as the big bird strutted right out into the open as if nothing were amiss, her soft short fur dragged across the ground as he made no attempt to hide or assist her. To him, she really was just a toy or perhaps more like an extension of his body that simply specialized in turning sperm into pups. There she laid, ass in the air as he dipped his head down to refresh himself, washing down his most recent meal with several beakfulls of water.

Only when he'd had his fill did he swing his hind end, and her with it, around to the side, lifting a leg to give her room. It was utterly embarrassing but even so, the stuffed girl took several long droughts to fill her belly from the other end.

"You're going to like your new home, my aerie is far more lavish than this dirt hole your other mate found you. You can even make yourself a nest of soft gryphon feathers." He prrred. "You're going to need a good nest for all the little ones stuffed inside that swollen belly of yours." He grinned down at her, amused at her wary look, as if she hadn't really thought she was actually pregnant with gryphon pups.

Tess groaned a little, the overly-full feeling leaving her rather limited in her options. With both of his needs slaked, the proud male gryphon finally curled his claw around his little hen and stretched out his wings. The little stuffed female groaned into his belly fur as she was pulled up against it, her own bloated belly pressed up against the gryphon's similarly-swollen one, albeit for different reasons.

"And that's where we're going right now," the gryphon chuckled, pushing down powerfully with his wings as he took to the air. With her face buried in his fluff, Tess couldn't see anything around her, but the distinct feeling of being airborne washed over her and she froze in his claws, petrified of being dropped. She clutched onto him for support as they flew, his bulky muscles shifting against her grasp as the sound of beating wings echoed around her ears. A few minutes passed, wind rushing over the sleek otter's fur like the river currents she was so used to; this, however, was more unsettling than relaxing.

"Almost there," the brown bird chirped gleefully, gliding down slowly and stretching out his wings a few moments later to halt their descent. Tess could feel his large claws and paws hitting the ground, Sk'rath taking a few more running steps before coming to a complete stop at the mouth of his own home. Walking inside he slowly flopped down on his bed, a carefully-woven piece of furniture he was quite proud of. With plenty of room to spare he simply released the still-knotted otter girl, letting her splay out while connected to his hips.

"Here we are, home sweet home," the gryphon grinned, allowing Tess to gaze upon all of his fine possessions. He was a rich bird; a hoard that could make a dragon jealous lined the edges of his large cavern, with many other trinkets and furnishing all around. She was mightily impressed at first, but that adoration for his abode quickly vanished as his huge cock shifted within her.

"Almost time," he purred softly, "give it another few minutes and you'll be cock-free." He smirked and lay back, watching his little toy as she tried to figure out what to do. With his cave so high up in the edge of a cliff, she could no longer escape him unless she wished for a long and fatal fall out of his home.

"This is where you're going to be raising my pups," he added with a small smile, his dark eyes fixating on her swollen belly with a possessive expression.

She had no idea what to say. In under an hour her entire life had been turned upside down. In a way it was far more than she'd ever hoped for; a strong powerful male who called her his own, a home with furnishings that would spoil any otteress and a belly full of unexpected though not unwanted young. She could still feel the lifeless lump being churned up inside the gryphon's stomach, a constant reminder of a fate she had avoided only because of the comfortable slot between her legs.

Speaking of which, the great feathered beast gave a little tug, placing a paw on her chest and added a little more pressure to the motion. She hissed slightly as his shrinking and still well lubricated knot pealed her pussy lips open around its girth. The pressure meant, as soon as it popped free, the rest of his engorged flesh followed suit quickly with a sloppy rope of pearly white cum being slung across her body. Her head twitched to the side, closing an eye at the unexpected sensation of warm fluid seeping into her fur.

Sk'rath seemed quite amused by what had happened and adamantly used the opportunity to lean down and smear his scent all over that cute little pudgy form of hers, wiping his freshly sated flesh off on her inner thighs to stain her with his scent. Tess had neither the interest nor the energy to give any sort of struggle, her pregnant-looking body just laying there, taking the abuse without complaint.

Stepping to the ledge of his cave, he gave the exhausted girl a look over his shoulder, admiring his new toy with a beaky smirk.

"If you get hungry there might be some food you can eat in the room down the hall and to the left." Turning back, he spread his wings. Fucking her had taken a good bit out of him so catching another meal sounded rather appealing at the moment, besides he had to find something more suited to the diet of a pregnant otter now. "Get some rest my dear, you're going to need it." He finished with a hint of the future to come. And with that he was gone with a flick of the tail leaving the heavy mother in peace.

For now...