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Duhey wanted to run while he still had the chance, but he wasn't foolish enough to make an attempt while Yelleena was literally carrying him deeper and deeper into the woods.

That, of course, ended up backfiring on him when he found that Yelleena was every bit as skilled with a rope as she was with her sword and her mount.

"Never would have thought I'd have my own fennec pinata!" Yelleena declared. Her voice was giddy as she looked up at the long, powerful tree branch that she'd picked out, and dangling from it in a system of ropes that wrapped tightly around his ankles, looped around his thighs and then around his hips so it could join to his wrists and his torso, was Duhey.

Should have just taken off running when I had the chance... he thought, as he worried about the possibility of being left to hang this way until he eventually died. It was a horrid, terrifying thought, and one that he tried to drown out as he lamented his choices, but then, escape was impossible when you were being chased by a warrior at least equal to your skills...not to mention one that had a flying mount. He would never have gotten away.

"I guess dreams do come true, Duhey...even if yours aren't quite turning out the way you'd hoped, this evening."

Yelleena was full of surprises, and although she wore a collar of spikes around her neck, it was all too clear to Duhey by now that she enjoyed being in control of the situation, especially when it came down to sensual matters.

Duhey could only stare at the ground and contemplate his fate as Yelleena rummaged through a small sack that she'd procured only minutes before, and withdrew and object from it that he couldn't quite see. His head simply wouldn't turn that far behind him, and even if it could...

"Mrnf! Hmmmmph?!"

That wouldn't change the sudden onset of a gryphon, thrusting her hips into the face of the once proud freelancer and filling his vision with the rounded, toned sight of her backside. Her tail was already lifted for the hanging fennec, and over her shoulder, she was looking at him again as if he were nothing more than her prey for the evening. Large, powerful fangs hiding under a beak turned up into a mischievous grin as Gwendolyn wiggled her hips a little bit, trying to brush her feral womanhood over Duhey's lips.

"I'd say I'm sorry, but I do care to take honesty as a policy, Duhey. I'm not sorry at all, and I do hope you'll give Gwendolyn the oral treat of a lifetime. I'm sure that a gentleman adventurer like yourself would never leave a lady wanting, but at the same time, I have a feeling you could use a little extra motivation in your task, so," she paused, before swishing an object through the air behind him, just to let his long sensitive ears feel the breeze upon them, "Give my mount her licks, before I give you twice as many!"

SWACK! Duhey's eyes widened as a flourish of pain and shock ran through his body, radiating up from his backside. The way he hung, his tail was moved out of the way thanks to gravity, and it left Yelleena with a taut, toned and tasty looking target, one that she quickly struck a second time, giggling to herself as she did. She felt no shame for her glee, and her gryphon was the luckiest one of all, as the sudden yelp from Duhey made his tongue slide out of his muzzle and glide along the warm, dripping folds of her feral sex.

Hoooooooly fuck! That hurt...hurts so bad...but...wh-what's this...? It's like a rush...a euphoria coming out of nowhere... Duhey's thoughts were conflicted as he tried to reconcile the terrible pain that ran up his rear end and into his lower back, like a spreading heat that burned him anywhere it touched, but before he could worry about it, he felt a pleasure so great in his torso that it made his member, still stiff from before, start to bounce again. Errant drops of his own precum started to rain down into the bright, white tuft of fur that erupted so starkly from his chest, only barely missing his cheeks. I...I can't be getting some kind of a thrill from this, can I?

Duhey hadn't explored the deviant side of sexuality much in his life. He was experienced in the very basic ways of making love, but with just two simple strokes, Yelleena became very keen on how inexperienced Duhey really was with the darker side of lust. "You're spilling all over yourself. Messy boy...you'd better be careful not to let that spill on Gwendolyn's fur, or I'll make you lick the rest of her clean, too!"

Whether it was the slowly ebbing pain that ran through his spanked backside, the inexplicable thrill from the same, or the warm, sweet scent that was starting to drift into his nostrils from the heavily aroused gryphon in front of him, Duhey found himself stuck between resistance to something that seemed so very wrong, and an chemical combination of sensations that felt so very right. His mind and his body were stuck in conflict when the riding crop came down on his backside again, but this time, Duhey didn't cry out in muffled pain.

He did what he was told to do the entire time, and opened his muzzle fully so that his tongue could stroke and slide over Gwendolyn's delicious sex, suddenly eager to get a deeper taste of her feral snatch, now that he was drowning in the aromas that floated from it.

"Nnnn...nyah!" Gwendolyn cried out in delight, throwing her head back and digging the large, dangerous claws of her golden paws into the ground. Gwendolyn was every bit as intelligent as an upright animal, and her brilliance was well known throughout Morena. There were rumors that Yelleena had given the feral creature the gift of speech, and while that was a stretch of the truth, the fact was that Yelleena was teaching the gryphon to speak their language, and slowly but surely, she was learning.

Feral or upright, the gryphon could moan with the best of them, and her song of ecstasy was enough to spur Duhey into digging his tongue deeper into her waiting folds. Mixed, dripping beads of spilled saliva and liquid, female desire were starting to drip down into the grass as Duhey continued, and though his mind was still crying out to him that such an act between an upright animal and a feral was forbidden, nothing could stop the greedy slurps of his tongue against the growing stream of feminine desires that he was so lucky to have, literally pouring right into his mouth.

Yelleena was pleased, and she smacked the end of the riding crop against her open palm as she watched Gwendolyn writhing with pleasure. The dirt couldn't stop the desperate digging of her massive claws, as even the earth yielded to the physical delights Gwendolyn underwent. "Such a good boy! I was starting to worry about you, Duhey," Yelleena admitted, as she lifted the riding crop to his backside again. She couldn't help snickering with devious delight as Duhey's whole body trembled in the ropes that bound it, nervous at the touch of the abusive toy, but Yelleena only teased her capture this time, gliding the surprisingly smooth surface of the crop along his sore, glowing ass. "But it would seem to me that you're taking to my teachings like a fish to water!"

It didn't hurt his chances, of course, that Gwendolyn was quickly falling for Duhey, and the skillful pressures of his long, smooth, delightfully wet tongue.

"If you really think you're worthy, Duhey, then perhaps I'll allow you to join Gwendolyn and I in our home after all...but if you're going to be living with us, it won't be enough for you to be obedient when you're literally hanging from a tree, unable to escape. I'm going to need far more dedication and commitment out of you, my adorable adventurer. Do you think you can handle that...?"

Duhey wasn't able to see just how warm and wet Yelleena's snatch was. He couldn't see the way that her nipples stood erect in their excitement, and the way that her breasts bounced with each strike of the riding crop against his backside. He couldn't begin to see just how excited the lioness really was to take him back to her home...but in her voice alone, he could hear volumes more than his eyes could ever see.

That voice, like a long, thin sash of silk, drifted delicately over Duhey's large, sensitive ears and poisoned his mind like the concentrate of an aphrodisiac. All along, he'd been fighting with the idea of a deep rooted desire to be taken and dominated this way...one that he was ashamed to have, and deathly afraid to admit, but, as he hung, he could feel that very fantasy coming to life around him, so much that he could literally taste the fruits of it upon his tongue, and feel the twisted, enjoyable pain of it upon his flesh.

He was already living out his fantasy, without even realizing it, and he didn't know that he could answer anything differently as Yelleena gave a quick, playful tug at the rope around his neck, pulling him away from Gwendolyn's snatch and looking right into his softer blue eyes.

"So enticed by the tasty little gryphon that you couldn't answer my question?" she asked, bearing her fangs at him in a knowing grin. "I'm sure you could hear me...I saw those cute ears flickering the whole time..."

Duhey was dazed, that much was for sure. Whether it was from hanging upside down and being beaten, or from plunging his tongue into the tasty, dripping loins of a feral gryphon was still up for debate.

"I...I w-want to go..." Duhey finally admitted. The messy, thin stain of feral desire upon Duhey's muzzle mimicked the same slick juices that spilled still from Yelleena, and in due time, she might actually consider Duhey worthy of tasting her treasure, as well, but right now, she could only think of how aroused she was at the sight of a fennec, drunk with lust and wearing the fruits of his labor so perfectly. "I want to be...at your side."

Yelleena wasn't quite satisfied with the answer. "Even if it means being on your knees whenever I tell you to?" she asked, raising a brow at how easily Duhey replied.

"Y-yes..."

"Even if it means making my dearest mount climax all over your mouth, right here in the forest...?"