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After the….day, he’d had with Iris, Luvian was a ball of mixed feelings. Luckily, by now the ball was not also something physically in him, but that had been due to a hefty amount of work by Pearl, who’d cooed over him, carried him to and from his bathtub, and kept him tight against her while they slept. There hadn’t been anything lewd or even risque (beyond Pearl’s natural body shape) which had done a bit to alleviate some of his new fears, but there were still a great deal of new concerns he had, new worries about how he’d be treated by his fellow coworkers.

That morning there’d been an emergency staff meeting, minus one crow-gryphoness, to explain the situation to those who weren’t present at the incident in question, as well as outline the plan going forward. During which Dionysus confided in them, a bit remorsefully, that he’d actually planned on replacing Iris for a few months now, but he went about it stealthily to avoid rumors, as well as attention, which slowed him down considerably. While he now could do the hiring process much faster, and had already narrowed it down to about five candidates, it would still mean they’d be closed for the day, which would hurt revenue since Saturday was their biggest day. Not to mention the more egregious fact that Iris had used her position against Luvian, had no remorse for it, and if one looked far back enough was responsible for his current predicament in the first place. After all, the Gryphon’s Nest was semi-exclusive to various gryphons and their partners, neither of which applied to the wolfbird. But he’d gotten in anyway, by Iris turning a blind eye to his presence and letting him through. Another black mark against her, and by extension the establishment Dionysus had worked so hard to build up. Needless to say, nobody was happy.

Luvian himself had spent much of the meeting pulled tight against Pearl’s side, half buried in her snowy plumage like she was afraid Iris would pounce him out of nowhere if she let him out of her talons. Considering the fact that she’d sent him back to his living space, only to find him under Iris’ claws and clearly miserable, the hybrid had allowed the smothering attention. He didn’t blame her, there was no way she could have expected Iris’ actions, but he wasn’t going to stop her. She was soft and warm, and her talons scritching between his shoulder blades were making him relax into a half-aware, rumbling puddle. It was enough to make him snuggle into the gryphoness and doze, and based on the looks of amusement most of the other gryphons gave him, his rumbles of content were quite audible to their sensitive hearing.

In any case, Pearl reluctantly let go after the meeting so he could spend the day with Ember, as Dionysus had informed him both yesterday and that very morning. Which was fair, considering he’d been barely cognizant, much less conscious, yesterday night. The gryphon in question, looking just as put together as he had Thursday, had acquiesced to the blue-feathered feral with zero complaints, merely nodding his head and wrapping a wing about Luvian when he was close enough. He’d squeaked at the action, earning a small chitter of laughter from the other two, but gone along with it. Ember was a comforting presence, and if his previous interactions had any bearing, there was an opportunity to discuss his new fears and concerns, as well as maybe find an extra role in the club that involved him being able to do something that wasn’t related to sex, though that was doubtful considering how efficient the ‘HR department’ of the Gryphon’s Nest seemed to be. Other than that it was either the kitchen (where he didn’t really know any of the three gryphonesses beyond their names) or being a waiter. And based on the stares he had felt every time he’d been in the actual club while moving in (that hadn’t been from Iris) that was a good way to end up stuck in a lap (or beneath somebody). So that was outright not viable.

So trapped in his thoughts, Luvian didn’t notice they’d reached Ember’s office until he was being gently pulled inside, earning another squeak of surprise that left the fiery-hued gryphon chuckling good-naturedly once again.The office was just as he remembered from a few days prior. Large windows on either side of Ember’s desk gave an excellent overview of both sides of the club, both currently empty beyond the two siblings(or were they twins? Luvian couldn’t remember) fiddling at the DJ stage, as well as a super fluffy gryphon, feathers glimmering a bright orange (Wasn’t her name Amber?) trotting through the more ‘bar’ area of the club, seemingly looking for something to do. The walls of the office itself were a warm orange color, just dark enough to avoid looking gaudy. The feral friendly desk hadn’t moved, nor had the electronics on top. Luvian would have looked more in detail at how the office had been decorated, but a cough from the other room occupant reminded him of why he was here again.

Bright red now, the wolfbird sat next to the desk, in the same place as he had two days ago. Ember laid down beside him, one forepaw already reaching out to set up his workload for the day. A document bearing Iris’ name made guilt well up again at how he’d prevented the club from being open on their busiest day of the week.

“Sorry.”

“Whatever for, Luvian?”

“Just…..” The wolfbird waved a paw helplessly. “Everything.”

Ember blinked. “Ahhh, you mean this whole mess with Iris as well as the financial hit we’ll sustain today.”

The hybrid nodded, a miserable expression on his face. It lasted all of two seconds before the gryphon dragged him over, putting him between his forelegs. The sound of surprise just about to leave his jaws silenced as Ember proceeded to preen at his fur, occasionally just running his beak down the back of his neck.

It sent shivers down his side and made Luvian fluff up. Ember did it again every time it happened, claws curling softly against the hybrid’s thighs.

“Not to worry, my little wolfbird.” he crooned. “It does no harm to anyone to tell you that we’ve actually got quite the nest egg saved up from the past several years of success. More than enough to weather one missed day of work. We have quite the loyal customer base, and with the statement Dionysus will put out today, they’ll understand our struggles. They might even feel safer with a different bouncer. Iris tended to scare the partners of our gryphonic patrons, as well as some of our smaller brethren.”

Luvian’s brain caught on the fact that apparently his boss was letting the public know. “Ummm…. What kind of statement?”

Like a mind-reader (though it was probably just how obvious what was concerning him), Ember rapped his beak lightly between Luvian’s ears, before resting his own head on the wolfbird’s shoulder. His claws had moved from his thighs and were busy filling out the report on Iris. Though it could also be a traditional ‘pink slip’ to make things official, and avoid legal problems should Iris attempt to go to court. To be honest the hybrid was just trying to not focus on the hot breath against his cheek, as well as the fact that Ember was a soft, warm, yet solid form now almost completely wrapped about him.

“Nothing to worry about, Luvian. Your name is absent, and the exact details are only in the official report to authorities. It did count as a crime, after all. Consent is such an important aspect of your job, and her refusal to acknowledge that is quite a stain on her reputation.”

“Is that the only aspect?”

The question drew Ember up short, clearly wondering where it had come from, since Luvian had seemed relaxed and even a bit embarrassed not even a minute ago. Moving his head from the wolfbird’s shoulder, he sat up as best he could in his position, readying himself.

“I doubt that anyone here thinks that, Luvian. Where is this coming from?”

There was another pause as the hybrid between the gryphon’s forelegs wrestled with the question, before huffing a bit in frustration. “Ever since Dionysus gave me this….position, I’ve been looked at like a toy. Something to relieve stress and…I…. I’m more than that! I’m more than some hole, more than what everyone sees me as. And I know they do! I saw the looks everyone gave me during that meeting, don’t try and deny it!”

Sighing, Ember tucked his talons away from Luvian. “Please move to the other side of my desk. Or at least in a position where I can talk to you face to face. This is not a time for you to not see my eyes, nor I yours.”

He watched as the smaller male shuffled around opposite him, who shifted slightly upon settling down again, so that the screen was partially before him. The gryphon looked stricken as he took in his coworker’s face. Despondent would be an apt description. Dulled eyes, downturned mouth, slumped body language. Defeated.

“Now,” Ember began, “I can’t say that stress relief isn’t a part of your job…”

Luvian’s face twisted tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “I knew it….”

“Let me finish.”

Sniffling, the hybrid subsided.

“You are not just stress relief. You’re a companion. A friend. Maybe even a lover to some. You’re important to us. I know, based on hearsay, that Iris constantly called you a hen. I’m assuming this has made you question Dionysus, considering his own use of the word?”

The wolfbird nodded miserably.

“She is using another definition. ‘Broodhen’ would probably be more appropriate in her case, especially considering the debauched posters she had.”

Ember continued on, ignoring for now how Luvian had shuddered and hunched over at the mention.

“In our case, it’s a term of endearment, to put it best. There’s not really a one-to-one synonym. Now, this being the case, I can say some of us, especially Dionysus, can be…primal. Passionate and domineering. But unlike Iris, boundaries are expected, encouraged. If you say no to something, a proper gryphon, especially those that remain staff here in the ‘Nest, will respect that. Said boundaries may be tested, limits found and pushed, but never broken without consequence.”

Luvian opened his mouth. Ember shushed him.

“This doesn’t just apply to the ‘carnal acts,’ to put it politely. In fact, your pay does not hinge on such actions.”

“But….it’s what everyone wants…”

Ember blinked. “You’ve had…we’ll call them appointments, with Pearl and Iris. Pearl’s quite a lover, as you well know.”

The hybrid blushed.

“This doesn’t just mean she wants sex. Sometimes she’s desiring company in other forms. All of us, excepting Iris which if I’m honest was quite the initial red flag, have been subject to sudden instances of our loving owl-gryphon waitresses dragging them off for conversation, cuddling, or simple companionship. You can’t say that she doesn’t give as much as she takes, yes?”

Contemplating it, the wolfbird shook his head. His experience with Pearl had, despite everything, still was an experience and memory he cherished. She’d cared about him, cuddled him, it hadn’t just been about her getting to fuck him and let off a load.

“Exactly, Luvian. And she’s just one of us. Will some gryphons, including your coworkers, be more sexually motivated,but that does not mean they only want that from you.”

Annnnd Luvian was confused again.

“Take Dionysus. As you’ve probably noticed, he’s dominating, commanding. And probably enjoys pushing your buttons. He’d be one I’d call sexually motivated. But afterwards, he’d likely desire a drink, or to keep you close for a while while you both converse. In essence, companionship.

Ember leaned back, looking down at the wolfbird. “Have I helped you?”

“I….a little bit…”

“Even if it is only a little, I am glad to have helped. Now, let us get this nasty Iris business over with shall we? I’ll order some food after we finish, as a little celebration.”

“Okay…”

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Quietly munching on an apple, Luvian leaned into Ember’s side as he finally let himself relax. It had been a grueling process getting everything filled out, at least mentally. While he’d only had to respond to questions the gryphon had, in order to fill out the various forms, it had dredged up memories he’d rather have left buried for at least a week (or months, if not a year and then some). Not to mention the steadily growing silence between them, only filled with the sounds of talons clicking against keys, while the wolfbird was left with his troubled thoughts. Eventually he’d been pulled back around the desk and against the warm plumage, tucked against a warm chest and preened between questions, in an, as Ember explained, effort to help him feel better despite the topic of conversation.

It hadn’t helped. Well, it had, in that Luvian was no longer looking (or feeling) like a melancholic, brooding mess with darkening thoughts, but now he was being distracted by Ember himself! And every time his brain was told to shut up, Ember was already working on preening his wings, making his thoughts derail and the demand ignored. Eventually that part of him subsided with one last grumble, leaving the wolfbird feeling conflicted and uncertain of what would happen when their late afternoon meal was over. Ember was already down to his last cut of meat, gulping it down with a long drink of water.

Luvian tossed his core into the nearby waste basket. It hit the bottom with *thunk*, making the gryphon flick an ear as he looked up from his glass, licking the edge of his beak to clean it. “Done your meal?”

The wolfbird nodded quietly, staring at the basket.

“Good, then I hope you’ll be fine if I just…”

Luvian stiffened.

Before he could say a word, Ember dragged him back into his plumage, pinning him just enough beneath his upper body as he tucked the hybrid’s head beneath his. Rumbling softly as he hugged the wolfbird against him. “There there ... just a little snuggle. Nothing more, nothing less. A relaxing, warm embrace as we settle. More than one way to be intimate…”

There was a pregnant pause, the smaller male frozen in the gryphon’s grasp. Before a minute passed and Luvian began to relax, melting back against the administratively-minded gryphon as he let the rumbles soothe and calm his racing heartbeat. Head tilting back as things blurred.

“Good boy…”

The hybrid whined. Not even he knew if it was in protest or acceptance of the comment. Ember took it as the former, tucking the wolfbird a few inches closer.

“Our club’s precious little wolfbird. I hope you stay, I’d love to be with you more, whether intimate or not.”

“Nnn…”

Ember pressed closer, letting Luvian’s head slide out from his neck ruff in order to put his beak by one twitching ear. “Oh? Something you want to say, Luvian? I’d love to hear your little chirps. I know you’ve got a hawk background, but I’m sure I could make you sound like a songbird.”

Whining and blushing, the wolfbird shuddered and weakly kicked out, banging a foot on the gryphon’s table. The feral bird clicked his beak and sat up, forelegs pulling the hybrid beneath him and out of range. “Shhh, don’t want you hurting yourself, little songbird.”

Luvian shuddered again. “Stooooop.”

Ember shook his head. “Based on your movements and tone, you don’t want that, hm? You want to be my songbird. You’re Pearl’s little wolfbird, but I want you to sing out when we’re together. When you aren’t currently having trouble speaking, anyway. And on that little note, I think…”

A drawer at the now out-of-reach desk was pulled open, a claw dipping in to pull out a loop of fancy leather attached to a gently clinking chain, which was then hung before his eyes, swaying back and forth.. “I hope you like it, despite your experiences.”

It was a collar, that much was clear. Small gems studded the gleaming, oiled length, evenly spaced, though there was an empty space where one had been obviously removed. The chain links attached were small, leading to another loop of leather, undecorated, easily fitting in Ember’s forepaw. Quietly, Luvian grabbed it in his paws, holding it softly. Idly, he noticed that links seemed to pull out from the void to extend the length, keeping things loose, but still easily gripped at both ends.

“Easily removable by you, should you desire. A few magic touches as well, to both accommodate some of our desires, as well as keep you safe.”

Still silent, the hybrid rotated it in his hands, examining every little nook and cranny.

“Diminishes potential aches and pains, lets you accept our lusts without discomfort, I’m sure you’ve noticed the way the chain works and as a personal touch from me….”

Ember’s free paw tapped the gem that was as fiery as his plumage. Luvian shuddered as he was suddenly enveloped in the feeling of a warm, soft hug, the sensation of a beak preening through his head and neck making him whimper. “I’m sure the others have their own plans for how to enchant their gems, though it can’t do more than give you sensations and maybe something simple, but this will be the norm.”

He lowered his voice, the thrum vibrating in the wolfbird’s chest. “Just imagine what Pearl would make you feel with her gem~”

Luvian’s fur and feathers poofed outward. Rumbling in amusement, the gryphon smoothed them back down. “Happy with your gift, little songbird?”

The hybrid was silent, turning it over and over in his paws, tracing each gem, the link to the chain, the latch. Ember merely watched, waiting. Resting his head on Luvian’s as he rumbled quietly. It was some minutes later when the latch was opened, slowly. With unsteady paws, the adorned leather was wrapped around his neck. He tried reaching back to complete the loop, but feathers and fur got in the way.

“Let me get that, little wolfbird.”

The warm puff of air against his ears made him squeak in shock, a chuckle leaving the gryphon as he raised his head, carefully reaching up a foretalon to slowly, steadily, feed the loop closed and close the latch with a soft click that seemed as loud as a thunderclap. Ember’s head returned to its position on top of Luvian’s, rumbling softly still as the gryphon cheekily tapped his corresponding gem. Shuddering as he again felt enveloped in warmth while lovingly preened, the hybrid whined in weak protest. It was ignored.

“Good little songbird.”

Ember’s voice deepened, the bass of it rattling in Luvian’s ribcage and making his mouth lose whatever moisture the food had given it, muscles go limp and pliant as he was pressed to the ground by the heavy feral’s weight.

“Would you like to learn how to sing?”

Luvian groaned, limbs still refusing to respond as he cracked open one golden eye. “I…already can sing…”

Chuckling, the gryphon pressed down a bit, before getting on all fours, walking over the prone wolfbird, putting the hybrid between his legs. Leaning down, Ember nipped at an ear teasingly, even as he arched his spine to let a warm, heavy weight drape over Luvian’s back. It reached from his hips to his lower chest, pulsing in time with the feral’s powerful heartbeat. It seemed to grow larger with each pump of blood, but the hybrid was too busy processing everything to really notice, voice stuck in his throat while Ember lowered his upper body.

It pressed Luvian down in the same sort of position, rear forced to remain up in the air, swaying, while his face was smothered in hot, musky feathers and warm breath on his ear. The owner of both speaking again as he began to grind, dragging the thick, throbbing spire back and forth against the wolfbird.

“Oooh, can you? I look forward to hearing every chirp, every cry, as I stuff you full and knot you. As each pump of my hot seed swells your belly, heating you up to match the desire I feel for you. I want to hear you test the sound-proofing of my office as I thump my hips against yours, as you plead for me to go deeper, harder. And like a good friend, I will. Helping you relax even as you help me.”

Luvian was panting by the end of such a speech. Whining, muscles uncooperative while his mind imagined every little thing Ember could possibly do to him. Unlike Iris, he trusted the gryphon, wanted it. Despite the suddenness, the constant presence of the fiery avian had ignited his silent desires. His hidden thoughts. And now he was trapped, pleading, as he began to squirm and chirp. Ember resumed speaking, voice so low now it was like the deep richness was vibrating his soul itself.

“And once you’re done, I’ll stuff you between my balls and let you listen as they gurgle and churn, working up more gryphon seed to eventually be dumped into you, how much love they’d be working up by the mere presence of your cute little self. Or maybe we can even find out how much you can swallow, see if I can’t wrap your jaws around my knot. Even a songbird needs to rest their voice, after all~”

Drawing back, Ember lined up. His tip rubbing back and forth against the wolfbird’s rump. Beak pulling into a grin as the gryphon heard the wolfbird whine. Beg. And truly begin like the little songbird he was meant to be under the gryphon. And who was he to deny such a siren call?

It took a few moments for him to properly align his tip, each second of wait leading to further pleading, further wiggling from the wolfbird below, all of it threatening to undo his work. Thankfully, for both participants, Ember took the opportunity to press forward. A request both demanding yet not commanding, though it teetered on the edge of such. And barely an instant later Luvian’s already well-stretched hole was forced open for Ember’s thick cock. The hybrid himself let out a cry as nerves were pressed and muscles shoved aside.

Part of him noticed the collar doing its work. Despite the stretch, a size that seemed to have surpassed Iris, there was no pain, no discomfort. Only a sense of pressure as untouched nerves, unfamiliar with what was happening, sent signals up to Luvian’s brain. Signals that were interpreted as pleasure. Moaning, the hybrid clenched down, shuddering as it already felt like he was going to orgasm from those few inches alone.

Ember responded by humping down into the wolfbird. Inches of throbbing flesh and gryphonic lust squelching into the smaller male, making his belly bulge in a small mockery of what Luvian’s gut would look like by the end of it. Meanwhile, Ember began to chirr softly into one wildly swiveling ear, making the hybrid shudder and squirm beneath the gryphon, whining and pleading as his own motions made the amount of cock already in him press against other, untested nerves, inexperienced muscles. It made Luvian’s legs tremble, threatening to give.

Ember humped again.

And again.

And again.

Dragging himself back and forth at a slowly increasing pace while the sway of his massive sac began to let it tap against the wolfbird’s rear. Showing him just how full they were. How dense they were. It made Luvian cum without warning, eyes rolling back as he descended into a gibbering, uncoordinated mess. Paws falling away, letting Ember fully press his upper body against the floor.

It gave the gryphon a better angle to shove more of himself inside.

“That’s a good little song, my lovely songbird.” Ember crooned into one half-aware ear.

“I look forward to seeing how many times I can get you to cry it out before we stop.”

Part of Luvian wondered why it hadn’t been when the gryphon came, but another thrust made his eyes cross and thoughts derail. He moaned instead, shuddering as he already felt himself approach the edge of orgasm once more. His cock grinding between his fur and the floor, each motion a starburst of pleasure across his vision and making him clench down as he shuddered. Ember merely kept stuffing more and more of himself into the hybrid, growling in pleasure as he pushed the wolfbird against the desk. Raising himself enough to brace his own paws against its surface, claws gouging marks into the wood both above and below, Luvian and Ember’s mark on the room of their new bond. Their new relationship beyond simple coworkers.

His knot thumped against Luvian’s rump. It was huge, feeling twice as thick as the telephone pole the gryphon already wielded. Dragging back with a wet *SHHLLKK* before another thrust smacked the feature into the wolfbird’s ass once again. Then dragging out once more to repeat the process.

Luvian came again, gurgling around his drooling stupefaction as he clenched and shuddered and begged. Ember gave a snort, one set of talons leaving the marked desk to gently pat the wolfbird on the head, who whined wordlessly.

“That’s two little songs for me. Can you give me a third, pretty little thing?”

Then his talons moved to Luvian’s shoulder and pushed right as Ember’s hips moved.

And the knot popped in.

Without having even truly come down from his second climax, Luvian screeched out his third, cum splattering his belly fur further white while he clenched and pleaded and sang. Ember rewarded him with more shallow thrusts, more whispered words of praise. Running his beak through the space between the wolfbird’s ears as the gryphon finally, abruptly, reached his own.

A triumphant cry, the sound of victory, began to ring out in the isolated, soundproofed office. The constant heavy *SPLURT*, and the rush of cum that accompanied each one welcomed by a panting, sweating wolfbird. One still knotted securely to the feral gryphon, moaning in ecstasy as his belly swelled. Rounding progressively, growing larger, threatening to press out from Luvian’s unsteady, wobbling limbs. All that happened was the wolfbird gurgling,coughing out extra air and extra space, only for another gush of virile seed to fill it. Repeating over what felt like hours. Belly creaking and sloshing with each new deposit. Pressing against his legs, his arms. Radiating heat like an open furnace.

And soon, glowing like one.

It shook him out of his post-climax state as before his eyes, his belly, heavily rounded, began to release light.

“Mmm…That’s a good sign.” Ember sighed. “My little songbird, showing my mark on his body while he swells with my cum.”

A talon scritched over the taut fur, making Luvian whimper and clench again. “Good boy.”

Scritch, stritch.

“Now just lie there while I empty my nuts in your gut, and we can decide our next move. I just need to get a bit more comfortable while I wrap up some paperwork~”

Without warning, Ember dropped back down, smothering Luvian’s face in hot, musky gryphon fur while his cock continued to throb and pulse. Cooing as he gave a little wiggle, resting his head on the moaning, muffled hybrid while he resumed his spot at the computer.

Luvian didn’t know how much time had passed. It was all a blur of feathers, heat, and the sounds of talons on a keyboard, punctuated by the sounds of Ember occasionally dumping another glut of his glowing, hot gryphon seed into his gut. Making everything glow orange, broken up by thicker patches of fur while the wolfbird gurgled. Clenching and moaning as he fell into a daze.

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Dionysus poked his head into Ember’s office, looking about quietly before returning to his HR department. “Everything good here?”

The gryphon in question looked up from his monitor. “All good. Report saved to our files for future reference if needed for another business, Luvian’s name redacted of course. Form filled out and filed with law enforcement and sent to nearby clubs and businesses we work with. Iris’ little stunt will follow her for years to come.”

“Good.” the bartender/owner huffed, brow furrowing as the incident once again roused a bit of ire. He’d trusted Iris to at least try to be professional and treat her coworkers well. She’d failed at both. His only mistake was not immediately firing her when she first started this behavior. Now their wolfbird had suffered the consequences and would probably take a while to recover.

Speaking of which….

“Luvian doing okay?”

Ember’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Oh, he’s doing a lot better now. Took him a bit of talking and comfort, but he should be starting on the road to recovery.”

Dionysus’ eyes narrowed. “What have you done, Ember.”

“Nothing he didn’t agree to.”

“I’d like his own words to confirm that.”

To his disbelief, Ember suddenly looked apologetic. “Then you…may have to wait a few hours, Dionysus.”

“It’s a yes or no question.”

The gryphon responsible for HR looked down. Sighing, the other gryphon rolled his eyes before coming around the desk to see what was so important.

……

DIonysus’ massive sheath thickened, balls churning in arousal.

Luvian had his paws buried in the fluff of Ember’s sac, kneading and caressing at them while his half-opened eyes stared up at Ember. His jaws stretched wide around the gryphon’s cock, mouth bulging obscenely from the large knot wedged between his teeth, pressing at the entrance to his throat. As Dionysus watched, a clench of the tied gryphon’s balls heralded another heavy spurt of cum traveling down a stretched throat, visible until it disappeared behind the collar he and Ember had created together, and that the fiery gryphon had said he’d ask Luvian to put on.

It looked as enticing and cute on the hybrid as he’d hoped, if not more so.

Eyes traveling downward, Dionysus watched as the glowing, swollen gut of the wolfbird sloshed with the new addition, Luvian shuddering as he clenched around nothing in dry orgasm.

“I see.”

“Yep.”

Sighing, Dionysus stepped back, holding back his desires as Ember reached a talon out to stroke along the gut he’d filled.

“Fine. After he’s coherent and you’re not plugging him up, let me know so I can ask.”

“Sounds reasonable. I was about to let him take a break anyway.”

Luvian whined. Ember reached down to tap his gem. The whine broke off into a moan as the hybrid shuddered in pleasure.

Willing himself to calm, Dionysus worked his way back to his own quarters, tail swishing in minor agitation as he worked to erase the thoughts of lust before they caused too much of an issue. He had a new bouncer to interview and hopefully hire today.

‘And when everyone else is done….I’ll give him every ounce of what I’ve stored…”