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The sound of the forest was filled with chirruping birds and chattering insects, it was loud enough that it nearly drowned out the crunch of the wolf's paws on the ground. Ember kept her eyes flicked towards the edge of the brush, the thick leaves that moved gave the illusion of something passing behind them, but this time it didn't cause her heart to pound in terror. She shifted her basket onto one paw and blew out a harsh puff of breath while tucking her tail down low against her haunches. The fear that she had left the village with was slipping away, steadily being worn down by her inability to keep herself alert to all the different sounds of the forest.

As if there's anything out there... With a shake of her head she dropped down into an easy crouch and began to carefully pull the vibrant blue flowers from their stems.

She shifted her head down and curled the tip of her tongue out as she used the tips of her dark claws to pluck beneath the flower before twisting it free. Her scarf was pulled back along the line of her back so that it didn't get in the way or fall into the dark green leaves that surrounded the herb. It was the only reason anyone ever came up to the mountains and the forests that spread around the foothills. The Azure Hart was the one herb they couldn't do without, not if they wanted to live. It was dried and powdered into a bitter tasting tea that all of them had to drink if they wanted to remain healthy. The mines gave the purest emeralds in the world, but it was also incredibly dangerous.

The miners had long since begun to show signs of their lungs giving out, even those who didn't mine, wives and children, began to show it the deeper they dug. The Azure Hart was the one thing that ensured that they didn't succumb, they even flourished as long as they had enough of the herb to hold the sickness at bay. It didn't have to be gathered often, especially if they dried enough from one harvest, but when it did they didn't come in droves. When high summer came the entire village chose a stone and etched their sigil on it, the one drawn was the one that had to travel to the forest that surrounded the mountains. Because too often, they didn't come back. And no one exactly knew why.

Ember shivered a little bit and tucked a few more of the flowers into the basket, looking over the spill of flowers that still needed to be picked. She'd heard all the stories, her siblings had relished them when she was younger. The missing never followed a pattern, not in the fifty years they had been gathering the herb. Five years in a row they might be lost, but then there was a reprieve that went on for eight years before one was snatched. There was never any sign of them, no blood on the trail, no hint of a struggle. They were just gone. Her tail nearly tucked between her haunches as she contemplated that she could very well be the next victim.

Idiocy. She snapped in her own mind. They probably didn't even get this far, they just left the village for better prospects. Most were females, they probably had a suitor assigned to them that they didn't want to pair up with.

Her blue and white scarf slipped down along her chest before she paused to tie it a bit more securely around her throat and gave her head a short shake back and forth. She wasn't going to give into provincial superstition this way. She was better than this, far better. The stories of some beast lurking in the forest was absolute nonsense. If there was a monster here they would have seen some sign of it, especially if it was big enough to take down a person. They just refused to believe anyone would want to leave their lovely little village for a chance at a better life. She hunkered down and began to pluck more flowers, moving a bit swifter so she nearly caught herself on the thorns. She'd get what she needed and leave this place. Proving there was nothing to fear.

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Anar yawned hugely, parting his large dark beak and stretching his forelegs in front of him. The gryphon admired his talons, the wickedly curved tips scraped against the ground and curled up furrows as his spotted tail lifted up and dropped back down again. There was no one in this forest as clever or bold as he was, no gryphon that could match his glorious form or the brightness of his colors. Let the other drakes bask in their muted muddy colors and hues, he alone had dyed himself to be as brilliant as a jay and as glorious as the deep autumn sky. The drake arched his neck and roused up his feathers with a deep throaty rumble, idly sweeping his tail along his haunches as he gave into the urge to preen. He was a lord, almighty ruler of his territory and unchallenged by any dragon or gryphon for the right.

The vain bird ran his feathers through his beak and half closed his eyes with a deep throated rumble of pleasure as his thoughts praised himself. He had ruled here for over seventy five years and only four times had he been challenged, and each time he had taken them down in a swift brutal way that had allowed him to maintain his dominion. It wasn't enough that he was left alone, he wanted to be feared, though fear could be as much of a bane as it could be a blessing. Especially when the summer winds blew hot and his body stirred with the natural longings to see the skies graced with the smaller lighter forms of a hen.

How long has it been? A decade? The drake lifted a forepaw and preened one of his talons thoughtfully.

His gaudy jay feathering should have been attractive to females, but they feared him as well. And it was a fear that kept the newly risen hens from entering his territory. The last challenger he had faced had been slaughtered, he had ended it in a savage blow that had sent the drake crashing into the mountains and then... Anar ground his beak and shifted restlessly on his sun warmed rock as he recalled his downed foes territory. He had raided it, not to keep, he had no need of barren desert, but he had ruthlessly mated every female he found, seeding them one and all. In heat or not, he didn't care, he left them marked with his scent as a mockery of his foes legacy. Perhaps he had gone too far with the fledglings, but he had noticed since then the females avoided his territory, often skirting miles out of the way to leave him be.

What need have I of hens? He shifted up and stretched, flaring his wings up high above him as he felt his muscles contract and relax. I have my territory, mine and mine alone, the most glorious land that a gryphon has ever soared over.

He continued his preening, and might have missed out on the form moving through the forest far below him, save for a fluttering of blue and white that was entirely out of place in the darkness of the evergreens. His ear tufts flicked up high on his head and he narrowed his red eyes to pin down the strange flashing color. It took him a few moments, mostly because whatever it was blended against the grey of the trees, but when he spotted it he let out a low savage growl in his throat. Another wolf. The damned villagers were the only creatures that dared to invade what he had claimed. His feathers flattened down while he watched the lupine crouched over, carefully plucking his hard work. His herbs! His claws flexed down tight against the stone, rasping along it as he tried to contain the rush of rage.

Azure Hart, a flower from so far north that he had nearly lost his tail to frost bite harvesting the seeds. When he had first settled here he had done so because the terrain was so very like the northern climate, a place of cold much of year except for high summer, and he had planted the seeds as carefully as any farmer. The flowers that bloomed were the sweetest he had ever seen and, more importantly, they both extended his life and allowed him to dye his feathers. Pounding the flowers extracted he juices that he could use to coat himself, renewing his vibrant colors and ensuring the mineral thick water that ran through the mountains didn't affect him. And the damned wolves from the village came every summer to try and steal them from him.

His wings flared open wide, watching as the creature pulled a few more out and stuffed them into a basket. He didn't always catch them, they seemed to come at different times, but when he did. His beak parted open with a low throaty growl of rage. He'd snatch this one up just like the others, but he wasn't going to drop it with the drying bones at the top of the mountain. It was time they learned the price. He would drop the creature in the midst of the village as a warning, show them the price of their theft on his land. With a ragged snarl he crouched and swept his wings down to take to the air. This theft would end today!

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The swift rush of a shadow was the only warning Ember got before the world erupted in a rush of blue feathers and a set of powerful dark foreclaws that snatched down to wrap around her waist. The wolf didn't have enough time to bolt for cover, she had just enough time to ball herself down to protect her head and vulnerable belly as the weight nearly threw her into the thorn laden bushes. The wings pumped for a moment, giving her a glimpse of blood red eyes before the world fell away beneath her as the monster hauled her aloft. The flowers that she'd gathered were lost as the basket tumbled down before she let out a ragged scream of terror.

The forelegs clutched around her body as a pair of hind legs pulled her up tight along the line of feathers and fur both. Her writhing struggles started to fade away as she watched the patch of bushes she had been standing beside grow smaller and smaller with each and every wing beat. She clung to the powerful legs that wrapped around her convulsively, a new rush of fear spilling through her as she pinned her ears flat back to her head. The large sharp claws clutched against her, tearing along her clothing as she was born aloft by a creature she couldn't even see. She could see the long blue feathers flashing to either side of her body while she twisted her head back to see the raptorial monster that had snatched her up from the ground. The monster of the mountains, a creature from myth and legend given flesh.

"Thief..." A low growl vibrated through her as the wings struggled for a few more beats and finally flared open wide and the flight leveled out. "Thieves all of you!"

"P-please..." Ember gasped out and writhed as the hold tightened. "Let me go!"

"Should I?" The large head dropped down to where she could see a pair of goshawk red eyes, the dark beak parted open while the grip around her waist loosened. "I am going to return you to your village, thief, as punishment for stealing what is rightfully mine."

"I didn't know it was yours!" She protested and let out a high pitched yelp as the hold on her started to loosen just enough that a wave of terror rocked through her. "PLEASE! I'll never come back here, I-I didn't mean anything."

"Year after year you steal my flowers..." The beast snarled and a twist of his body swung him around in midair. "You invade my mountains, like thieves in the night! Why should I allow you to live when you will only continue to desecrate my home?!"

The last came out in a shriek as he sped up, but his head remained lowered down to regard her with violent looking eyes, his beak parted to show a dark black tongue tip. It terrified her to have such a raptorial face so close to her, his wings barely stirring as he held her aloft with apparent ease. She tried to hold still, terror at the thought of being dropped filling her while he regarded her for a long moment, as if waiting for a reply.

"We didn't know.. know they were yours. I-if we had, we would have made a bargain with you.... Aasked you." She stammered out, her breath coming out in a trembling rush as the beast suddenly dropped down a few feet before powering back up again, his pupils pinning down briefly to make him look even more frightening.

"A bargain? So I could have what is rightfully mine!" He screed out angrily, his wings began to pump harder, but it wasn't to gain air. Ember yelped out as he started to drop down at a sharp angle. "That I should bargain with thieves!"

"N-no!! You'd get something in return!" She squeezed her eyes shut, her stomach was starting to twist in a sick manner as the beasts bobbed up and down, lowering faster and faster.

"Something in return?" The gryphon snarled out the words roughly, "Oh yes, perhaps we can bargain then and see what it might be worth to you."

Oh god, I'm going to die... The terror burst through her as she saw the mountains rushing up to meet him, the gryphon's wings snapped down to his sides as suddenly he dove from the skies, hauling her with him without a single regard to her high pitched scream.

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Anar set his sights on a point on the mountains that he knew well. There wasn't a cave, but a jutting of rocks worn smooth by his body and years of his claws scrabbling against it. It was just large enough for his body and a bit extra for when he brought some prey up with him. He flared his wings open as his prey screeched out a sound of terror beneath him, her paws clutching spasmodically against his forelegs as he broke his dive before crashing into the mountain. He tucked his hind legs beneath him and flared the base of his tail feathers out as he came to final plunge and stretched out his hind paws so that they touched the ground while his wings still beat wildly around him.

He had had every intention of dropping the thief's still writhing body down to the ground in the middle of the village as his warning for them to keep away from his territory, perhaps he still would have if he hadn't indulged in answering the creature. He had been set on his goal, but he had indulged in snarling down at the wolf in his grasp. He wasn't well versed in mammals, but she was obviously female and as he snapped his words down at her he had been intrigued by her scent, as well as by her talk of a bargain. If it had been a male he would have dismissed the talk entirely and been done with it, but it was a female discussing things and that made his mind roll over a possibility that had sparked his interest.

It's not as if I have to keep her if the idea displeases me. He dropped down, freeing up one forepaw to touch the ground while the other briefly kept the grey wolf tucked against his belly. I can use her and then drop her back on the village as I had planned originally.

"Let go.." he growled and dropped his other forepaw down to the ground, but she still clung to it and he side stepped away with a snarl of annoyance as the wolf huddled backwards away from the edge.

"Y-you'll let me live then?" Her large amber eye's regarded him, her muzzle tilted down slightly as she pushed her back firmly against the wall.

Anar was no judge on lupine beauty, they were too plain for his tastes. No feathers, no brilliant colors, no beak and certainly they didn't possess the grace of a creature of the air, but this one wasn't bad. Her fur was grey, but delicately shaded with silver towards the tips while the white wasn't the poor yellowish tinge that he had seen in a few of their kind, but the softest white like new fallen snow. Her

shirt was torn from his talons, but they only exposed the white fur of her belly, though a blue and white scarf was flung down to partially hide her beneath the largest spread of the tips. She smelled female, a warm scent, tasting it on the tip of his tongue and ruffled up the line of his crest feathers. She wasn't scented like a gryphoness, but it was certainly appealing in its own right. Especially if she could be well trained properly and became his servant.

The wolf possessed something that he didn't have, hands. Oh, he could manage well enough with his beak and foreclaws he had been doing that all of his life, but she could manipulate things far more finely than he could. She could use those clever paws to help him when it was time to molt, she could dye his feathers with more expertise so that his patterns were better defined. She might even be able to make fires and skin his kills for him so he didn't have to struggle with the rough thick hide. There were any number of chores he could give a servant that went beyond his casual desire to claim her body. It had been so long since he'd had a chance to enjoy a hen, the idea of making the wolf his own servant made his loins stir as his pupils pinned down to points before flaring open again.

"A bargain.... I will bargain with you." He growled out throatily and lashed his tail back and forth. "Convince me you are worth keeping alive. Show me what you have to offer with those clever hands and slight body, and I will grant you your life and forgive your thieving. I will forgive your village for their trespasses."

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Ember's mind felt as if it had come up against the wall at the lazy suggestion that came from the drake's beak. She wanted to misunderstand him, she wanted the words to be twisted somehow from that strange beak, but the way he watched her pushed away any doubts. His eyes wandered over her, gliding along her form in a familiar manner that made the heat rush up to her ears. She moved her paws down to pull her shirt closed as he waited for her answer, not that she could get her mouth to move. She just gaped at the gryphon with a cold tendril of fear uncurling in her belly and let her eyes rove over him with increasing fear. This beast was suggesting the impossible.

The gryphon was easily the size of a horse, even without the feathers fluffed up around his chest and shoulders. He looked like an oversized blue jay in color, but his beak was entirely raptorial, possessing a sharp wicked looking tip that was a match for his talons. The feline half was stocky and heavily built, not that she saw more than a glimpse as he spotted haunches when compared with the rest of him. The ledge was small, there was barely enough room for her to huddle in her spot, which meant she could

see down the line of his chest and stomach to where his very masculine attributes rested. The matter was, he was too big, he had to have out weighed her by several hundred pounds and he was suggesting.....

"I-it won't work..." She stammered after a moment, only to watch the beast step forward until one of his heavy foreclaws caught against her leg and gave a tug.

"A pity, but you'll keep the vultures away from my kills for a few weeks I suppose." The beast rumbled dismissively and gave a yank that made her yelp out as she was pulled along the ground.

"NO! STOP!" She scrabbled back towards the wall as the creature hauled her near the edge of the ledge. "I didn't say I would try!!!!"

Mercifully, the pull stopped, only to yank her backwards against him, away from the ledge, but it tumbled her against his side. "Then prove yourself an apt student." The gryphon's voice was a low throaty growl. "Your body for your life, and your village."

Ember winced, her cheeks burning in humiliation at what he expected her to do, but her eyes were locked on the ledge. She'd gotten a glimpse of what faced her if she went over, a near sheer drop to the ground with the only outcroppings being sharp looking rocks. Her ears burned hot red as her eyes were dragged back to the gryphon and she splayed her ears to either side. He was too big, too bestial, but her other options were terrifying and likely would be the death of her. His eyes watched her, bright and violent looking while she moved a hand paw out and stroked against his side.

The feathers were remarkably warm as her fingers sank along them and she rolled over so she was on her knees. She ran her fingers along the line, trailing along the curve of his chest as the beast settled back onto his haunches and splayed his hind legs open with the movement. It was designed to draw her eyes down while she pinned her ears back at the sight of the blue sheath that hung heavy and full beneath his belly. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to move by touch alone as the slid along the soft feathers and felt the transformation to plush thick fur. The gryphon almost negligently shifted a wing so that it spilled down behind her while she moved her paw down between his haunches and felt the rise of his sheath.

The long primary feathers teased along her back, caressing her lightly while she felt the weight of the pouch against the palm of her hand. Her fingers curled along either side, intimately feeling to push of the heavy girth sliding through it when she moved downwards. She had intended to keep her eyes shut, but the first brush of the tip against her hand made her eyes open to see the inky black glans pushing out into the light. It was slick feeling, oozing out a goopy dribble of precum as the drake rumbled low in his throat and rolled his hips forward. Her ears fell back against her head as she watched the size of it slipping out of the sheath that was being forced downwards. The warm scent of musk filled her senses as she wrapped her fingers around the tip, squeezing lightly before sliding downwards towards the base.

A large paw suddenly curled along the back of her neck, the toes flexed down so the talons nearly pricked against either side of her neck before she was yanked downwards towards the shaft. The wolf writhed and twisted, trying to yank backwards as her muzzle was forced down towards the tapered tip. She moved her paw away from the base and tried to struggle backwards before the glans started jabbing long her muzzle. The thick scent of male musk filled her senses as the precum oozed along her lips and smeared up towards the bridge of her nose. She let out a short yelping noise of shock before the tip pushed up harder against her muzzle.

The talons scruffed down roughly against the back of her neck, forcing her to open her muzzle in a yelping cry. The shaft plunged along her tongue in a smooth hot stroke, the syrupy dribble of precum spilled along the spread of her pink tongue as the drake shifted his haunches upwards and began to jab his hips forward. The tip was too large, it yawned her jaws open wide as it pinned her tongue down and the powerful hips gave another rock forward. The talons on her neck slid down towards her shoulder, raking along her shirt so she could feel the material tearing around the sharp tips as the tip wedged ever deeper. The taste of the precum oozed towards the back of her throat as she nearly started gagging as the tip plunged towards the back of her muzzle.

It was hard to think, harder to find a way to escape as he drew backwards and relieved the pressure so she could swallow around him. The scent of him filled her senses, and it wasn't a wolf, but it was still very male and very much like a predator. The salty-sweet taste of him on her tongue made her body flush hot, and not just with her humiliation at having this beast use her muzzle. Her breathing came out in short noises, growing muffled as the tip plunged back into her throat again. Her entire body squirmed in place when he drew back again, her hot broad tongue swept upwards as she felt her stomach tensing up slightly in a humiliating reaction to the taste and scent of the drake.

A hot rush of breath hit against line of her spine, feathers brushed along her shoulders as the drake stepped over her and gave another rock of his hips. The tip wedged towards her throat as her lips were

forced up hard against the start of the knot. She tried to jerk her head backwards, but the press of the forepaw kept her in place, forcing her to swallow and work around his shaft as the precum spilled down her throat. The beak suddenly opened up, raking long the covered line of her ass before she felt the material splitting apart. He wasn't gentle, nor careful, his head yanked upwards so that her hips were yanked up in the air. The shaft pulled a few inches from her wet muzzle before the seams tore open along her hips and dropped her back down.

Ember yanked her muzzle back, slipping the tip out with a wet popping noise so she could speak. "Stop it!!" She tucked her tail down as the torn edges of her pants revealed the bare curve of her ass. "Please!" She added the last desperately.

"A bargain is a bargain.." The drake growled before his beak caught her tail and gave it a rough yank. "And you bargained with your body, girl."

With a yank her hips were forced up in the air as the drake stood up, looming above her while she faced the throbbing shaft. She tried to scramble backwards, twisting until her tail came free, but as soon as she tried to get out from beneath him her legs slipped over the edge of the cliff. With a snarl the gryphon's paw swiped out to hook right against the curve of her hip and twisted her around. The sharp edge of the beak snapped out against the scruff of her neck as she tried to escape him, panic rolling up inside of her as she was turned around beneath him and pinned beneath the feathered and furred chest and stomach pushed down hard to keep her from bolting forward. The hot breath hit against the back of her neck while the weight of his shaft rested right along the line of her spine.

She could feel the cock resting against her, the weight of it pushed right along the line of her ass while one of the foreclaws moved up to curl along the line of her belly to hike her ass in the air. Her tail was pinned down tight along the line of her spine by the furred belly. The wet ooze of precum coated against her fur as she felt the weight of the knot pressing right at the underside of her ass before he rolled backwards and ground himself forward. The talons curled along her stomach before he pulled his hips all the way back and left a wet trail running down along the base of her tail before slipping downwards. The bare cock tip suddenly jabbed forward, pushing right up against the softness of her folds and made her jerk forward, trying to escape the feel of it grinding along her outer lips.

The ooze of precum spilled down and coated her inner folds, her own saliva helping the lubricate the wolf as she tried to jerk her tail down desperately. The beak twisted against her scruff as the beast growled a warning and his haunches rocked forward. The tapered tip wedged between her folds,

forcing them to wrap tightly around him so she let out a high pitched cry as her passage was forced open wider and wider. The next ooze of precum spilled into her as her silken passage was stretched open wider and wider, straining as the slender tip rapidly grew thicker and thicker. The wolf let out a harsh ragged cry, jerking slightly as another thrust forced the bare shaft ever deeper into her passage and the grip on her scruff tugged her backwards.

Ember cried out roughly as the next thrust forced nearly half the shaft in deep inside of her body, her inner walls clamped down, trying to stop the steady penetration, but the beast was too large. The powerfully muscled haunches lunged forward, driving him in until she felt the swell of the knot cramming right up against her strained outer lips. The tip nearly bottomed out inside of her while she intimately felt a hot splatter of precum spilling into her until he drew backwards again. The dark flesh stroked through her, caressing through her so that she arched her back and let out an involuntary cry as fleshy barbs tugged through her. Her muscles clamped down tightly and squeezed as he pulled nearly all the way out before bucking forward again.

The barbs were pushed down smoothly along the tip as the next thrust suddenly drove the tip up hard inside of her, the base of the shaft forced her walls open into a lewd O that clutched around him. She cried out raggedly and flexed her fingers down against the ground, feeling some of the slickness forced out around his base before he pulled backwards again. It was the barbs, they weren't hard and sharp, but fleshy and textured so the caress along her passage made her react with an involuntary tremor. Ember squeezed her eyes shut while the next thrust was harder, forcing her hips up into the air as the knot forced itself up against her folds and nearly sank all the way into her body before he pulled out again.

The wolf pinned her ears flat and opened her muzzle in a short cry as the hips plunged forward and started to thrust in smooth firm bucks that raked the barbs through her over and over again. Despite herself, her body responded to him, the earlier fear ebbing away as he deliberately used them to find the most sensitive places of her body to tease over. The precum that spilled out was soon pushed out by the very thickness of him as he ended each and every thrust forward with his cock tip bottoming out against her cervix. The grip of the beak twisted slightly, yanking upwards while she let out short high pitched calls when the foreclaw on her belly pulled her backwards.

The drake began to drive into her with short hard thrusts, hammering against her cervix time and time again while her arms splayed open slightly. Her inner walls contacted and clutched round him, rapidly growing slicker, and not simply with his pre. Her body responded to him, the hint of need that she had felt when suckling on his cock tip blossomed in feverish desire. The shaft was hammering against her

cervix time and time again, while her outer lips were forced into a tight O around the knot. She twisted and writhed, still struggling despite the fact her body was clutching around him. It was answering a genetic imperative that had nothing to do with if she wanted the male or not, but with the sensation of her tender inner muscles being forced steadily wider around the knot. The sensitive muscles were straining wider and wider, triggering her body to tighten up around him, clutching as the drake let out a ragged snarl.

The beak released her scruff, but it didn't matter, even if she had been able to get her body to obey she couldn't have run away. Her body contracted tightly around the swelling knot, so that when he jerked his hips back she could feel the swelling base tugging, but unable to pop free. Her inner walls contracted down even tighter as her rippling muscles started to squeeze around the inky black shaft. The tip nudged roughly right against her cervix, digging right against the narrow opening as Ember arched her back up and let out a high pitched call. It was lost in the feral scream of the gryphon above her as his hips jerked forward and the heavy furred orbs clapped up between her legs as they drew up tight.

Ember's claws scraped roughly against the stones beneath her, her ears pinned down flat to her head as she felt the first pulse throb through the inky black shaft. His heavy furred hips pushed up tight with her own upturned ass as the first heavy rope of seed spilled out of his glans. The wolf trembled as the warmth of the thick semen continued to spill against her cervix, spilling deeper and deeper inside of her as her walls clamped down tight. She was no large bodied hen, but a slight two legged wolf that was being flooded with pulse after pulse of sperm rich cream that was forcing itself inwards past the narrow opening of her cervix.

"Mine.." The drake growled down at her with a roll of his hips while Ember whimpered out, feeling her lower belly growing fuller as the heavy seed was trapped by the swollen knot.

She splayed her ears to either side with a breathy whine as the drake lifted his hips upwards and her ass was lifted into the air with him. Rope after rope of seed continued to ooze into her, plunging deeper while she felt her belly growing tighter in reaction to the rich cum being pushed into her. Millions of sperm were spreading through her lower belly, flowing through her womb with only one intent, to push up the narrow tubes that led to her vulnerable ova.

"Shall we tell your village of your bargain?" The gryphon nipped her ear tips making her jerk in reaction. "They should know what you've given for them."

"Y-you promised to let me go..." Ember lifted her ears before whining as her hips were yanked up higher in the air and the foreclaw on her belly hauled her up from the ground.

"I promised you your life.." The drake nipped her ear again as she was tucked up tight against his belly and chest, his wings flaring to either side of her. "Not your freedom...."

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The wind whipped around Ember as she let out a high pitched call that she couldn't stop from bursting free as the Anar's haunches suddenly dropped down and took her with them. The knot tugged along her sensitive passage, pulling just enough that her entire body writhed against him while his foreclaw clutched along her upper thighs and the other moved against her chest, showing off the swell of her smooth lower belly. He growled a throaty sound of pleasure as he tilted his bright red eye down to look at the plump mound of her belly. His seed had finally oozed out to a dribble, but not before filling her to the point that her skin was drawn taut for all the world to see. Which was exactly what he wanted as he alighted in the midst of the village and lifted his head up to haughtily regard the haphazard buildings.

Wolves, there were wolves everywhere, running and screaming. He narrowed his red eyes and released Ember so that she dropped down onto her chest beneath him, her ass held up in the air by his knot. The half-formed thoughts that he'd had on the cliff had become more solid from the moment he felt her body trembling beneath him. Now that he felt the clutching muscles clasping around him made him flare his wings out possessively as he lifted his head and let out a short screeching call for silence. He moved one foreclaw up to grip the scruff of her neck as he watched the wolves turning their heads towards him with their eyes showing a hint of white around the edges.

"I have tolerated your thievery for long enough." He snapped his beak sharply together. "I am Anar, Master of the Mountain and you will no longer be allowed within my territory without payment." He twisted his head with a low hiss of warning and dropped his head down.

"What do-" One of them spoke and he screeched out a warning for silence.

"This..." He moved his talons down to stroke along his wolf's back lightly. "This is my payment, as long as she serves me you will be allowed in my territory once a year. Once every ten years I will return for another, and if you deny me... I will destroy this place." He snapped his beak shut with a loud clacking sound on the last word.

"Please.." The wolf beneath him started to whimper out and he flexed his claws lightly against her. He'd enjoy the other offerings, he would likely use them until they were useless to him, but not this girl. This one he would train into his perfect servant.