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“Come on, you," the gruff voice of the lizard trader snaps at you, tugging you along behind him by your leash, which he holds with one thick, blue hand. It isn't attached just to the iron collar around your neck, but also to the leather muzzle carefully keeping your mouth locked shut. You can't do more than flex your jaws in its rigid, leathery grasp.

Both your hands are held trapped in canvas mitts that keep you from using them for anything, and even your belongings and clothes have been taken and whisked away to locations unknown.

You are wholly at the mercy of the lizard who holds you captive as he leads you down a long, sandstone corridor where the walls have been engraved and painted with elaborate murals of shining landscapes and resplendent birds. You can growl, but that does little more than get you disciplined. You can resist, but that leads to the same outcome. For now, at least, you know that it's better to follow. Just wait. Escape later.

So, you follow, each step of your captor leaving you trailing indignantly behind. You take in your surroundings as you walk, trying to mark out a path of escape, or anything you might use to help free yourself when the opportunity rises. Stripped as you are of even your clothing, there isn't anything you can do but hope that something useful will fall into place soon.

You are still keenly aware of how the lizard toting you towards destinations unknown is treating you like an animal more than a person. Which, you can only suppose, is his intention. You have been sold, you know. Up ahead is your purchaser.

The corridor grows wider as you approached a large set of double doors, torches burning brightly in holsters on the wall. Two white-feathered gryphons sit on either side of the doors, dressed in brassy armour, wings held at their sides. You don't see any weapons on them, but their talons and beaks are both lethal weapons in their own right. They both look at the lizard as he approaches. Neither spare a glance for you.

You can only wonder why the master of this shining fortress wants you. The lizard hasn't given any clear indication about what you are being purchased for, at all.

But your wondering are cut short as the lizard hisses something to the guards, and they wordlessly open the double doors to admit both of you. As if your passing is barely worth noticing. A wafting scent of incense washes over your face, making your eyes water as beyond the doors is revealed a vast, vaulted room of magnificent construction.

The ceiling has been assembled with a brilliant mosaic inlaid to every corner. The pillars that hold it aloft are towering and carved. Plants hang, well-tended from clay baskets connected to the ceiling. Ornaments and trophies, relics and treasures, sculptures and busts all decorate the edges of the room. Among the lavish collection, gryphons stand, sit, lay, and talk quietly with one another – though most stop to witness the spectacle of the lizard trader bursting into the room. You immediately shuffle in place a little, reminded of how exposed you are, not that it does much to cover you from the prying eyes of the small avian crowd.

Yet the true centrepiece of the room is the grandiose, alabaster throne, decorated with gemstones and metallic inlays, and topped by a dizzyingly large and majestic gryphon of dark and tawny colouration.

“Approach," his voice booms from the throne, and the lizard immediately begins to do so – jerking you forward by your leash again. You stumble forwards after him, your eyes locked on the regal form of the lounging avian, noticing the way his talons are adorned with rings and how his wings have been trimmed with some kind of golden bangles.

His golden eyes are piercing, and though they fall on you for only a moment, you feel wholly assessed, weighed, considered… and somehow found worthy.

Though what you feel this gryphon deems you worthy of, you do not know.

The lizard comes to a halt at the base of the throne – a respectful distance away – and then bows. You have an itching suspicion that not mimicking the lizard would be a bad move, and so follow suit, lowering your own head. Inside here, you know that making a move now would be foolish. Just wait. Escape later.

“You have our thanks, merchant," the gryphon speaks, his voice a resonant rumble that somehow fills the room and silences all the soft chatter around the edges at once. The lizard rises slightly, looking up at the powerful gryphon and drawing in a deep breath.

“Oh great and noble Exemplar of the magnificent jewel of the desert, ever blossoming bud of the wonderous and—"

“The pleasantries are unnecessary, merchant," the Exemplar coos. “We have already seen all that is needed. You may take your compensation and depart."

The lizard appears dumbstruck by this and freezes in place. You feel a moment of smug satisfaction as the blue-scaled kidnapper seems to be on the back foot. It lasts only a moment, though, because then it sinks in that this Exemplar is indeed your buyer, and that the lizard is getting away with selling you. You try not to let your displeasure show, though.

The best time to try to escape would, after all, be during some kind of handover – or at the least, there will be a time to try once you are out of your restraints.

“Thank you, your magnificence," the lizard bows. He lavishes the Exemplar in a few more choice words of supplication, then carefully places your leash down on the ground and walks away.

Nobody ties it down. Like you, they know there is no point – where, exactly, can you run in this great, royal chamber surrounded by guards? So, you stand there, under the watchful gaze of the Exemplar as the lizard departs, feeling painfully observed and penned in.

“Ankesh. Gara. Baja." The Exemplar's voice rings out through the chamber as he watches you, his eyes unwavering.

From behind the large gryphon, a smaller gryphon rises from a tangled pile of limbs. You aren't sure how you missed them – you must have been so focused on the proud form of the older one as he lounged. Now you can see that there had been three gryphons sitting beside the Exemplar… and the remaining two appear to be stacked atop one another.

“Yes, father?" asks the gryphon, stretching in a remarkably feline manner, talons outstretched and rump lifted into the air. He's tawny, with wisps of black that streak through his fur and feathers. He is also, you note, visibly aroused, with a rich red-purple shaft hanging between his hindlegs for all to see.

It suddenly dawns on you why – the two gryphons still entangled in the pile seem to be not just stacked atop one another, but are undulating slightly. Are they… grinding against each other?

“Ankesh. Baja." The Exemplar's voice this time is harsh, and you wince reflexively. This is a creature used to being obeyed, you can tell. The pile disassembles into two other gryphons – both tawny as well, with differing patterns of black.

“Sorry, father," one says, before openly kicking the gryphon next to him with his hindleg.

“Sorry," the other one yelps, scowling at the first.

“Sons," the Exemplar speaks then, ignoring their squabbles and simply expecting attention. The three gryphons stop and listen. You note that the room around you has now fallen utterly silent. Everyone seems interested in hearing what the Exemplar has to say to his sons. “I have brought you a gift."

You wait for him to say more. For the Exemplar to continue on with his explanation. Yet… no further words come. The implication hangs in the air, lingering like the scent of incense. You are the gift.

You feel all the eyes of the room slowly turn towards you, and you abruptly feel a little smaller beneath their leering gazes. You can only wait, bound and muzzled as you are, for what comes next.

The black streaked one – Gara – cocks his head in your direction, then rises to all fours. He begins to pad across to you, while your instincts begin to spike at the back of your brain.

Before you can act on any rash impulses, though, Gara arrives and places one of his talons down on the other end of your leash. Ankesh and Baja also stalk over to you in the middle of the throne room, all three sitting down with a synchronicity you can only chalk up to their being siblings.

“A gift?" Gara asks, thrusting his face in close to you. You can see the rippling muscle beneath his feathers and fur, the undeniable build of a feral gryphon. The trio are small, for gryphons – not yet adult, perhaps? Just adults? Coming into their own. But even so, they have an almost frightening bulk to them that you know would be almost impossible to overcome. At least, taking all three at once sounds daunting. You try to keep the gryphons in front of you where you can see them, but the other two – you aren't yet sure which is which – split up and began to prowl around you.

“A nanny?" one of them chirps from behind you. You spin to come face to face with him, his pointed ear flicking.

“Don't be stupid, Baja," says the third – Ankesh, then – who has sock-like markings of black around his hindpaws, and black tipped ears. “We aren't fledglings any longer, father wouldn't gift us something so juvenile."

“A playmate?" Baja suggests, stalking around you. Baja has black spots along his back.

“A playmate, were you even listening to what I just said?" Ankesh asks.

“Not really," Baja says, suddenly behind you, before he shoves his beak under your rump. You feel his beak shove you upwards, putting your ass on display to the whole chamber and forcing you to bend a little forward. “I bet that it's fun to play with, though."

Before you can respond more, you look up to see Gara's rump hovering above your head. You suck air through your nose in surprise as he lifts his tail, exposing his fluffy ass, before his full weight suddenly bears down on you and forces you to the ground, squashing your face into the floor beneath him.

And then the world is gone. Muffled. You have to close your eyes to avoid being poked by Gara's slightly bristly fur, but even had they been opened there would just be dark. You feel a touch to your rump, and you smell the heady, burning scent of the gryphon's ass suffuse you. You suck air, forced to take each and every breath through your nose with your mouth bound shut—and immediately feel a strange pang of light-headedness hit you. You can't help but moan and push your head up against the gryphon to try to push him off, but he is simply too heavy for you to budge.

You push again, sucking in another warm breath of air, and you feel your limbs grow weaker beneath you. You stifle a whine, legs scratching at the floor as you try to pull away or push yourself out from under the burning, cloying scent of Gara's rump as he begins to deliberately grind you into the floor. His scent makes you feel warm and oddly relaxed.

You hear a sharp shout, and suddenly Gara's haunches lift from your head, giving you sweet, merciful air. You suck in a muddled breath and shakily try to get back to your feet. As you do, you hear the Exemplar growling at his sons.

“—juvenile indulgences are beginning to reflect poorly on our court," he is saying. “Gara, you should know better than to press yourself against something in our audience chamber. This creature is a gift to the three of you. It is to contain your impulses."

“Yes, father," Gara answers, his voice displeased, but his demeanour submissive. The other two gryphons sit down as well beside you, not daring object to the older figure upon the throne. “Can we use it in private?" he asks, and you feel your heart beat a little faster. Your limbs still feel tingly, and you look around the room to find more than a dozen pairs of eyes on your naked form. Just wait. Escape later.

“We expect you three to do so, daily," the Exemplar says curtly. “We desire you presentable in this chamber when you arrive, and free from impulses. Slake your desires on it. Spend your seed and your needs so that when you next stand in our presence, it is with your urges drained." He pauses, sniffing through his nares. “If it is not enough, then in a month we may consider buying you another."

Gara turns to look at you, his hawkish eyes taking you in from toe to tip. You quiver where you stand, still trying to shake off the light-headed burn of his scent from where he had seated himself on you. At least, with Baja no longer shoving his beak under your rump, you can stand up properly and have some dignity in the chamber.

“Can I take its muzzle off?" Baja asks, then. You feel a moment of exultation brew in your chest. An opportunity?

“No," the Exemplar's voice cuts sharply back, cutting down your hopes of being able to speak up for yourself, as well. Baja's expression falls, the gryphon settling down as the Exemplar turns his gaze to his other son. “Not until it has been sufficiently pacified," he declares.

“Pacified?" Ankesh asks, tilting his head. The Exemplar waves a paw.

“You have been lax in your studies, Ankesh. A gryphon's scent is mildly mind-altering to some creatures, such as these." He pauses, looking down his beak at them. “A scent which we can smell on you from here. So be off with the three of you."

Mind-altering? You feel your whole body tense up, remembering what it had been like when Gara sat on your head – the light-headedness, the tingling comfort that had radiated through your limbs. If they hold you down and do that deliberately…? You need a plan. Quickly. Or you might end up not wanting to leave.

Ankesh, Gara, and Baja all rise, then bow their heads to the larger gryphon. The Exemplar nods his head, then opens his beak again.

“My sons," he says, more quietly, with words seemingly meant only for them. “I remember what it was like to come of age. But there must be decorum. Can I trust you three to take this seriously?" he asks.

Ankesh and Baja look to Gara, who nods.

“Yes, father," he says. “We will… try to get it out of our systems each day."

The Exemplar draws in a deep breath, then nods.

“We release you from our presence," he rumbles more loudly, then waves for them to leave.

Baja grabs your leash in his beak, then begins to saunter forwards, following right behind Ankesh – who in turn walks behind Gara. The trio parade blithely through the room towards one of the doorways on a side wall, the passageway flanked by two large potted ferns that lean inwards and give it an almost jungle-like vibe. You stumble along behind them, watching the three as they walk.

Baja occasionally glances back at you, a youthful expression of curiosity and eagerness on his face. Is he the youngest, perhaps? His tufted ears occasionally flick, and he bears a spring in his step that leaves his tail swishing.

Ankesh walks with such a sway to his rump that his prominent balls almost carry a counter-swinging rhythm to them that is a little mesmerising. He's the biggest of the three of them, but clearly is deferential to Gara. You aren't sure how their pecking order works, but Ankesh seems to be the oldest, even if not the boldest.

Gara walks with a confidence that oozes from every clack of talon and every pad of hindpaw on stone. His wings occasionally shuffle on his back, and he doesn't bother looking back at you even once as you walk. None of them speak as they lead you down the corridor, past inscriptions and murals depicting all sorts of fantastical histories.

You pass a couple of other gryphons as you walk, each of whom stop to bow to the trio. Despite their flippant and seemingly spoiled nature, everyone still pays them respect. You watch each as you are tugged past, noticing that they remain bowed until you are out of sight.

Then you come to a doorway that leads into a sandstone chamber that is largely empty space. A sprawling and open floor takes up the front half of the chamber and is in turn ringed with lush and expensive-looking pillows, while the back half is a depression that has been filled with a pool of crystal-clear water. Wisps of steam idly rise from it, hinting at its warmth. You aren't sure how they keep such a large body of water heated, but can see several rounded, black stones at the bottom that might explain it.

The princeling gryphons tug you inside the bathhouse, guiding you to the centre of the open area. This appears to be their destination, because suddenly Gara turns around and sits down to face you.

“So, any idea what it is?" Baja asks, then, his head appearing right beside you. He looks at you first one way, then another, while Ankesh begins to prowl around you like a cat playing with its food. You feel the sheer weight of his presence as he circles you, judging you.

“Does it matter, Baja? Either way, father expects us to take our urges out on this?" He lifts a talon and shoves you back, sending you falling to the ground. Your hands, still padded in their canvas mitts, rustle as they hit the floor. “I'd rather just stick my dick in you."

“You can't just keep mounting Baja," Gara snips. “It makes him needier, and then he stinks of you anyway."

Ankesh huffs, then shoves his beak between your legs. You feel his beak bump your groin, and he licks it like it's the most casual thing in the world. Your body jolts and you inch away from him. Are they going to try to use you? You can't help but quiver in anticipation.

“It's not bad," Ankesh coos. “I'm eager to try. And I can see Baja's getting hard." Gara lifts a talon and catches your leash near the point that it connects to your collar, using it to tug your head up to look at him. His eyes are imperious as they look down at you.

“Baja gets hard just sitting on a rock, Ankesh. It will be fun trying out what father said, though." He clacks his beak together, forcing you to look left, and then right. “He said he bought it especially for us, and he does know what he's doing."

“He said our scents will work on it?" Baja chirps with a disconcerting glee from your side. “What kind of scents do you think work best?"

“Gara," Ankesh says from behind you. Gara looks up at his brother, but you aren't sure what the other gryphon is doing. Whatever it is, Gara suddenly hikes you upwards by the neck, then promptly pushes you over. You let out a wordless grunt as you land flat on your back. You gaze upwards—

And see Ankesh with his rump poised over your head.

“MmMPH!" you protest, right before Ankesh lowers his rump and squashes your head down against the stone, burying your nose against his taint and prodigious balls.

Don't breathe. You realise immediately how unfortunate it is that you yelped and spent half of your lung capacity making noise. Don't breathe. Your lungs burn a little, but you can detect the radiating heat from Ankesh's rump and groin as he idly grinds it down onto your face like it's a fun game.

“Well, it isn't objecting too hard to this one," Ankesh says, grinding his hips down onto you. You move your hands, bagged as they are, to press against the gryphon's rump. It does absolutely nothing. Don't breathe. Breathe and you'll feel hazy. You clench your fists as you feel your lungs start to burn. You kick your legs and thump your tail against the ground, trying to somehow squirm your way to freedom.

And then you feel a gentle nuzzling to your ass. You feel the pointed tip of a beak squish right against your rump cheeks, then gently nudge them to the right… then the left. Sliding in.

“Let's see," you hear Gara's voice rumble directly into your ass. Then, you feel his beak push forcefully against your pucker, almost trying to spread you open. You try to squeeze down, but it takes only a few moments before its firm presence squishes just inside you. You feel your ring stretching around him a little, filling you with his suddenly very large-feeling beak. “Ooh, it's actually stretchy," Gara's voice purrs directly into your ass. “I haven't even oiled it yet." Then, he deliberately opens his beak to spread you.

You moan into Ankesh's balls and taint – and, with your lungs suddenly empty, your body demands that you inhale. You try to stop it, but another push of Gara's beak into your defenceless ass and your chest heaves involuntarily.

You gasp in.

And a wave of warmth slams into your psyche.

“Ooh, it's relaxing," Gara's voice rings in your ears. He sounds somehow further away, yet clearer, like you're listening through a tube. You know that your body is responding to the warm scent that Ankesh is radiating, smothering you with. He stinks of unwashed musk, of virile male entering his prime. Your sinuses burn, and you force his scent back out with a firm blow of air.

But emptying your lungs so drastically just makes you need to draw another breath back in, and your body does it almost automatically. You take a long, helpless huff of raw gryphon musk while Gara's beak squeezes slowly further into you.

“Mmnh…" Gara trails off, giving a pleasant chirrup that you can feel in your rump. “Wow." You feel his breath snort across your ass even as your body forcibly relaxes, clenching ever more weakly around him. “It's so pliant…" His tongue slips out to lick inside you, and you moan into Ankesh's nuts. You want him to pull out, but you can't communicate that at all. And every breath you draw in… feels a little warmer. A little more relaxed.

It's almost hypnotic. Which is terrible. You can't stop breathing. It's all too much!

Your leg twitches, and you feel it slowly, almost instinctively curl around Gara's head. You feel more than hear the gryphon chuckle into your hole, his noises felt right through your lower body.

“Wow, Gara, you're really hard," you hear Baja croon from somewhere beside you.

Gara doesn't voice any answer, though. Instead he simply plunges his tongue deeper, squirming it into you like a thing alive, eager to lap and slither his oral muscle all throughout your passage. You writhe and squirm under Ankesh enough that you feel the other gryphon sitting down more firmly on your head, as if to stop it – or to squeeze additional stimulation from having your face shoved into his rump.

Then Gara pauses, snorts loudly, and begins to stretch his beak open. He yawns it inside you, putting a burn in your muscles that feel overwhelming to begin with and only grow. Your eyes bulge, not that it lets you see anything with Ankesh's furred rump squashed down atop you, and your jaws strain as you try fruitlessly to yowl out. And still, Gara's beak spreads. Your aching hole clenches and squeezes down tightly, trying to stop his yawning – but all it seems to do is entice him to stretch you more.

In only a few moments, you find yourself squealing through your muzzle into Ankesh's ass while the other two gryphons voice something akin to awe at the effect Gara is having on you. The warmth is smothering, and you find it hard to think. Everything is warm, and somehow cozy and calming.

But mercifully, it doesn't last too long. Gara withdraws, his beak slickly sliding out of your ass as the gryphon's panting breath billows over your rump. You keep patting and pushing at Ankesh to no effect, the sock-marked gryphon simply rubbing his ass back and forth against your face.

“Wow," you hear Baja croon. “I wanna try."

“You can… wait your turn," you hear Gara's voice almost growl. Then you feel his weight settle down against you, the other gryphon's rump pressing firmly down between your legs. You hear a quiet pop, and suddenly something slick and oily is pouring across your pucker, being almost massaged in by an overwhelmingly large talon against your flesh. Then you feel something warm suddenly weigh down against your ass. The squash of Gara's cock against you.

It's hot, and it's heavy, and it's twitching with a youthful intensity that you can barely wrap your fuzzy mind around. It rests right against the cleft of your ass, gently poking against your perineum. You feel Gara pushing his talon down on the top of it, trying to wedge his spongey tip into your ring as his hips eagerly grind back and forth against your body. If you don't stop him, he's going to put his dick inside you. You don't want that! Right?

Yet thoughts of how it would feel to have his plump spire squish into your ass makes your blood pump a little harder, and you push weakly, almost pleadingly at Ankesh's ass. Imagine if he does it. If his cock sinks into you before you can push his brother off. If you just have to lay there and let him fuck you like a little stress relief toy. Your thoughts shouldn't be like this, you know. His scent is kneading your desires, making your head fuzzy. You don't really want him to fuck you. Do you?

“Hey, you and Ankesh both got to play with it already," you hear Baja complaining. You feel Gara shift slightly, and Baja makes a disgruntled chirping noise that indicates that Gara has given him some kind of signal. Then Gara's cock slips into just the right position, and his slimy, lightly barbed tip slides into your loosened hole. You gasp in through your nose, which doses you on another lungful of Ankesh's increasingly dreamy musk, and your body practically helps Gara's dick inside as he slides his hips forward.

Oh fuck, yes, you want him to fuck you. You want exactly that and he is doing it right now.

His cock is fat. It skewers directly into your weakly clenching ring, filling you out so completely that your world immediately devolves into a broken sea of desperation to get him out, and desperation to get him deeper inside. Gara's dick has a plump swell in the middle that rapidly grinds against sensitive nerve clusters that make you want to squeal, while his barbed crown is seemingly perfectly shaped to rake along your inner walls with enough pressure to actually make you do it.

“Wow, your dick fits it so well," you hear Ankesh chirrup delightedly, grinding his ass down onto your head. You don't fight this time – you flare your nostrils and huff. His scent burns on the way in, but it makes Gara's cock feel so good. You relax yourself around him and feel the gryphon eagerly shove several more inches of plump dick directly into you as a reward.

You aren't sure when the goal has shifted from get away to deeper, but each new lungful of gryphon musk makes you care a little less. You should escape, yes… but after. After. Right now, Gara is panting as he drills his fat spire into you, stretching your ring of muscle into an O-shape that hugs his cock so well that it's a wonder he can fit at all. You feel it throb inside you and can't help but imagine a long, gooey squirt of precum filling you up.

“Not… gonna last long," Gara squawks as he keeps humping and shoving his cock inside with near-reckless abandon. He doesn't seem to care about drawing it out, or about your pleasure, or really about anything at all – all the young gryphon prince seems to care about is hitting his climax as hard and as fast as possible. Why is this so hot? You suck another deep lungful of Ankesh's musk, and immediately relax a little more around Gara's cock. Oh, right, your addled brain processes. It's hot because of their musk. You need to stop breathing it in. …But all you can imagine is what might happen if you just keep doing it.

Your legs shakily kick and wrap around Gara's waist. The gryphon groans and growls as his fat shaft throbs inside you so potently that you feel like you can feel his heartbeat more clearly than your own. Warmth pours into your core from his leaking tip as his barbs thicken and pulse. You can feel his balls lifting and tightening against your ass. You can feel a subtle swelling around the base of his dick as he casually pops it in and out of your rump, his barbed crown digging so deeply into your insides in a way that's almost painful, if not for that maddening scent.

And then he shoves one more time, and you feel the fuzzy fur of his sheath kiss your cheeks. His balls squash comfortably against either side of your hole, and you feel him hilt.

“Oh," Gara gasps. “Fuhh—ah—nnh!" He groans out, his tail shakily twitching against the floor. You feel his balls pull tight against you, and then suddenly you feel it.

A swelling inside your ass, a bloating, fat knot that rapidly engorges within your utterly stuffed rump. Right behind your quivering, unnaturally relaxed ring of muscle. Right against your inner workings, so that as it bloats, it begins to rapidly press harder and harder against your most sensitive spots.

Gara is knotting you. Has already knotted you, he just hasn't swelled to full girth yet. But if he's knotted you, you're going to cum. Your musk-addled brain dimly processes that there is no escaping it, now. And if there is no escaping it, then why fight it?

Gara's humping starts to grow frenetic, desperate – he hasn't realised what he's done yet, and tries to pull out and slam home all the more urgently. But your body has already clenched tight behind his knot, and there can be no pulling out, now. Not until his knot has done its duty.

“I'm—nGH!" Gara's voice grows haggard, before you feel one potent, powerful throb. You suck in a deep breath of Ankesh's scent, and you feel Gara's knot fatten that little bit more. One of the gryphon's talons abruptly snakes down, almost like an afterthought, and slips between your legs. You're helpless to stop him from touching you, and his scaly, avian digits suddenly have only one mission – to make you clench even harder. With a dizzying squeal into the gryphon's ass, you cum hard around the gryphon – which is enough to make his cock jolt and throb in wild, desperate sympathy. “Cumming!"

Gara suddenly SQUAWKS, his head tilting back as you feel his dick grow rigidly, hip-stretchingly thick. His knot balloons to its full size inside you and pain and pleasure suddenly intertwine like lightning through your lower body. Your whole body convulses as you helplessly make a slimy mess around your groin while Gara's dick pulses and throbs over and over. You feel heat erupting in your ass from the gryphon's orgasm while you keep huffing and practically snorting Ankesh's scent like it's the most important thing in the world.

Splt… splt… spltch!

You feel more than hear the sticky ropes of gryphon cum that pump deep into you, sealed in full by Gara's overwhelming knot.

“Wow," you hear Baja whistle. “Its ass is bulging around your knot, Gara. Does it hurt? Ooh, ooh, do you think we can break its bladder?"

“At its size? Probably," Ankesh's voice comes, sounding far away.

“I hope so, it'd be super hot," Baja chirps delightedly.

Gara doesn't answer, though, he just keeps trembling and grinding his dick into you with a desperation you only understand because you feel it, too. Ankesh snorts and keeps pushing his rump down on your face, wiggling his hips from side to side as you nuzzle it. Revel in it. His stink, in need of a bath yet not so far gone that it's repulsive. Or maybe that's just your brain short-circuiting from the pleasure of cumming while choking on his scent.

Time bleeds. Your existence melts into just a long, steady stream of tightening and squeezing, alternating with waves of relaxing that make everything feel wet. Of Gara's cock throbbing and cumming. Of his knot thickening and pulling. Every few tugs is enough to push you back into the mind-breaking throes of scent-addled climax, and every few spurts is enough to make you give more slovenly moans into Ankesh's ass.

But eventually, you start to return to your senses when you feel Gara starting to genuinely pull. You feel your lower half trying almost to turn inside out as the princeling keeps tugging on his cock, its thick inches still locked inside you.

“Mm… Mmph!" you moan out, going cross-eyed from the vigorous pulling he's giving.

“…won't come out," you hear his muffled voice come from through Ankesh's flanks.

“Relax. Give it a minute," Ankesh is saying. “I know it would be hot, but don't break it yet. I still wanna shove my dick in it, too. Maybe not my knot, though, if this is giving you so many problems…"

You whimper as Gara keeps on pulling, but a little more gently.

Until finally, you feel his knot shrink back just enough that the plump, slimy bulb of flesh can squeeze its way out of you. You feel your muscles begin to spread and you give a muffled whine of alarm.

Tug… You whine. Tug… Your legs weakly kick, and you whimper into Ankesh's ass.

“Oh?" Ankesh asks.

Tug… scchhlrck-POP! You squeal as Gara pulls out with enough force to fall backwards onto his rump.

“Ngah!" Gara's voice comes. “No, you have to try it," he squawks. “That felt amazing! The way it squeezes, and it's softer than Baja's tail, too!"

“Wow, really?" Baja's voice sounds out. “Then I'm trying it next!"

“No, you aren't," Ankesh's voice asserts. “Get your butt here, I want to make sure that when it finishes around me, it's still drowning in our smell, and you've got all three of our scents."

“Only for now," Baja huffs indignantly. But still, Ankesh's muscles ripple and his rump lifts up from your face, giving you a brief and welcome rush of cool air. You feel so dazed and hazy that you can barely move, and your body is still quivering with the aftershocks of orgasm. You know that you need to move, but you feel so weak in the limbs that you can't manage to do much more than dumbly stare up at Baja's beak as he looks down at you. Move.

“Wow, it looks happy," he chirps.

“Well, yeah, I just fucked like three orgasms out of it," Gara snorts. “And father said our scents will help adjust it."

“What a nice little gryphslut," Baja croons, his voice sounding almost cheerful, like one might use on a beloved pet. You quiver and try to summon the strength to move. Move.

“Gryphslut?" Ankesh asks as Gara gets off you as well, taking a moment to stretch heavily off to the side.

“Well, yeah," Baja says as he turns around, positioning his rump and pendulous balls over your head. Move. Move. Move now!

You try to sit up… and Baja lowers his sandy-coloured rump to squish down on your head. It feels like he does it in slow motion, but somehow you lack the willpower to stop him. His haunches almost gently press you back to the floor, and then it's too late.

The scent returns. You tremble as you breathe in. You need to conserve your energy, your willpower for resisting for later, when you have a chance. Right? For now, you just have to go along with it. Just obey. Escape later.

…Or are you giving in because the scent feels good in your lungs?

“We need something to call it. Also wow, it feels nice down there," Baja's chirpy voice sounds out, while you feel Ankesh shuffling around between your legs. You try to move them, but Ankesh's weight settles down and pins your lower half as well.

It only takes a few moments for you to feel the squash of his fat crown against your pucker.

“You don't want to name it?"

“Why? Gryphslut sounds fun," Baja purrs atop you. “Now fuck it already, do you see how hard my dick is? I wanna have a turn, too!"

You feel Ankesh's tip squish against your still halfway-gaping hole. Then he thrusts home.

Ankesh is fatter than Gara, but not as long. He throbs with a wild abandon that floods you with heat and makes you frantically suck deep, overwhelmed breaths. But each suck of air floods your lungs with more mesmerizing, mind-melting warmth that clings to Baja's haunches. You can't block it out – the scent burns on the way in and leaves you almost giddy for more. Your body aches, but it feels too good to fight.

You cum by the time Ankesh's knot kisses your ring. You do again when he fits it inside and begins his own bout of relentless, almost indifferent tugging. Everything feels sore, but Baja's spiced, warming scent keeps your body feeling almost electric at the same time – almost demanding that Ankesh continue to urgently plug you. Your arms hold onto his flanks, and you press your face against him with an almost drunken deference, your weak legs twitching around Ankesh as he shoves and humps inside you.

And then it's Baja, and you're inhaling the thick scent of Gara as he gently humps himself back and forth against your face. You can feel your willpower crumbling. It feels too good to keep your legs spread and your nostrils flared. You're a mess and you like that. Escape can wait, you're too exhausted to struggle right now anyway, and you're continually breaking against wave after wave of pleasure every time they force you into another mind-shattering climax.

So when you finally feel another dick slide sloppily out of your stretched hole, and feel Ankesh – or is it Gara? – lift his rump to give you sweet, refreshing air again and find Baja's face sliding down to press his beak to the side of your head… he commands every fragmented scrap of your gelatinous attention.

“Good little gryphslut," Baja coos at you. You tremble, your bagged hands pawing at the ground. “You are, aren't you?"

You whimper. You are. You want to please these gryphons urgently. Desperately, like a needy fire burning in your chest. Hazily and with eyes full of embarrassed desire, you nod.

“Good," Baja says, sitting himself down. You aren't sure where Ankesh or Gara are. You aren't sure you have the mental capacity to figure it out. But then Baja reaches forward with one talon… and gently, deliberately plucks the straps of your muzzle, easing it off your face.

For the first time in hours, your mouth comes free. A chance to speak up.

Only… there are walls all around you. No easy way out. What can you even say? You're exactly where they want you. Trying to slip out now would be pointless, using energy your exhausted body doesn't have. You're justifying. It's better to wait. You're caving… Follow along. Obey these gryphons. Then try to slip away when you have a path out. For now… Just obey. Escape later.

Baja's eyes are so bright as he looks at you, as if watching for something. Resistance.

“Sit up," he whispers to you, his breath warm, billowing. Just obey…

You shakily prop yourself up, twisting around on unsteady limbs until you're sat. Escape later… Why aren't you speaking up? Something?

“Good little gryphslut," Baja coos, standing up himself. Then he steps over you, leaving you beneath his fluffy chest where feathers meet fur – staring down the length of his undercarriage… to gaze directly at the half-hard barrel of his still cum-slicked cock.

Now that you can see it, you're struck by how majestic it looks. Purplish-red, fat at the tip and fatter in the middle. Adorned with soft, squishy-looking barbs and a prominent vein on one side that crawls lazily around its bulk. He isn't hard enough for you to see his knot, tucked away in his sheath, now, but even that looks somehow attractive.

Your mind is influenced. You know it. You should be much more rebellious, much more set on slipping away. On escape. But letting Baja keep doing what he's doing… it's too enticing, intoxicating to stop.

“Keep being good, yeah? Nn…"

You watch his dick bob, then bounce. It twitches and tries to lift up towards his underbelly with an almost sleepy flex. You can smell the potent stink of sex clinging to him so thickly that it almost burns. Then all of a sudden, his urethra fattens – and a hot, golden stream abruptly arcs from his tip to splash against your chest.

You gasp out loud and are immediately hit by the potent, acrid scent. It's similar to the musk that has been drowning you for – how long now? – but it's sharper. Still distinctly gryphon, but the type that now makes you crinkle your nose. You should say something!

“Make sure to get it on its groin," you suddenly hear Ankesh's voice come from behind you. Baja's hips adjust, and his stream dips – pouring down your front, to start to splatter on your overwhelmed crotch.

The contact is intense. Your whole body tenses up, then relaxes. Your overworked nerves fire and misfire as Baja's stream registers as too hot, yet not hot enough. Too much stimulation, yet not enough. Your knees tremble, and you gape in silent, exhausted paralysis. You kneel in a puddle of Baja's urine as he marks you in a primal, feral manner, watching as the barrel of his cock slowly hardens in front of you and forces his stream back up along your belly and chest.

When it finally tapers off, the gryphon in front of you lifts one of his hindlegs, then gives it a slight shake. A lingering few drops splatter over your belly, and you finally find it in you to whine. Most of Baja's piss slowly streams towards the bath, being caught by drains. Just obey. Relax…

“Aah, I have always wanted to do that to something," Baja coos out delightedly as he steps away. “Okay. Now you two."

You barely have time to process that before you feel more than see a shadow loom over you from behind – and suddenly a heated, wet spray splatters against your back. You gasp and tense up as you feel it running down your back, pouring over your ass. Your front is already starting to feel colder in the air, now, making the stream running down your body feel all the hotter. You watch in silent fatigue both physical and mental as Gara steps around to stand in front of you.

Gara lifts a hindleg and takes careful aim, looking down at you with a smirk. He fans his tailfeathers and lowers himself a little, before his stream begins to splatter across your neck. He lifts his body a little, and you squeeze your mouth and eyes shut immediately. You feel the stream rise higher and spray you directly in the face, its acrid scent pouring over your nostrils. You don't dare breathe.

“Open your mouth, gryphslut," Gara's voice commands. You feel dizzy just from hearing those words spoken. His tone is harsh, but expectant. There is an element of almost entitlement to it that you want to resist, yet when you reach for that willpower… you find only a gooey itch to do exactly what he said. And what if you do? It's awful, it's unpleasant, but it would leave you utterly drowning in the gryphon's scents. That thought feels cruelly hot to your half-drugged mind.

That voice inside you that you know you shouldn't listen to, that has been steadily fed for what feels like hours now by their cloying, oppressive musk keeps pushing harder, and harder. What if you do it? What if you can make yourself do it? Just a little. Imagine if you push yourself. Why do you want to push yourself?

But part of you does.

Suppressing a whimper, you open your mouth. Just for a moment.

Gara sprays over your tastebuds.

You immediately choke, spluttering and coughing – and inhaling a half-mouthful of his bitter fluids as Ankesh keeps dousing you from behind. Fuck, you actually did it! You can hardly believe yourself. Or how needy you feel.

“Whoa, it did," Baja coos.

“Of course it did," Gara purrs smugly. “After that long huffing your cum-soaked ass, it's amazing it even hesitated. I think it needs, nngh… a reward for that display of obedience, hmm?" His hips shuffle forward, and before you can do anything about it, he pushes the still-spraying crown of his cock directly into your mouth.

His flavour floods you. Your eyes almost open in shock, but you manage to keep them closed. Bitter liquid sloshes over your tongue and you pull weakly back, only to have Gara hump his groin forward so that it just wedges deeper. Refusing to let you pull away.

You choke around his dick, finding it so fat that it's almost frightening. How had you fit this thing in your ass? But the thought is washed away as fast as it appears beneath the bitter, wet flow of Gara's marking, and you splutter and accidentally swallow a distinct, awful glug that's audible to all three. It splashes into your belly and makes you feel ill. And needy.

You pull back again and manage to pop off from his cock, the gryphon seemingly satisfied with your performance.

“Wow, that was hot, Gara," Baja trills, while you finally feel Ankesh's stream trickle away over your lower back. You quiver, feeling colder already, while Gara's stream dies off as well.

“You done?" Ankesh's voice comes. You shakily reach up to wipe the fluid from your eyes, bumping Gara's cock in the process. You manage to squeeze one open to watch the trio around you as he draws back, looking down at you with a delighted twist to his expression.

“No," Gara says, his voice almost a growl that sends liquid shivers up and down your spine. He steps away, then uses his hip to bump Baja, one wing extending like a pointing finger. “With our new toy, your tail has been tragically neglected." You watch through hazy, unclear eyes as Baja jolts, then takes a step in the indicated direction, moving out of the growing puddle of wetness on the floor.

Baja snorts, then lowers his chest to the floor and looks back over his shoulder.

“Like this, Gara?" he asks. Ankesh rises to all fours, then begins to prowl over to his brother, circling him like a predator inspecting its prey. He sits down beside Baja's flanks, flicking one ear as he looks over at Gara and you.

“No. Present," Gara says.

Baja shuffles his hips to the left and to the right, before he gives an idle grumble. He still lifts his tailfeather-crowned, leonine tail into the air, showing off the puckered rim above his furred, hanging orbs. Gara lifts a talon, then gives you a light shove towards Baja, while Ankesh lifts one talon to pull on Baja's rump, spreading it a little.

“Go on, gryphslut," Gara coos lightly. “Get closer."

“Oh?" Baja's voice echoes. “Ooh, are you going to make it prepare me? This is going to make mounting so much easier."

Is that what's about to happen? Are you about to have to slicken the smallest of the trio up for his larger brothers? Part of you rebels as you shakily get to your feet. But a much larger, hazier part of you finds the whole idea knee-weakeningly hot. You've done this much so far… What's one step further, in the name of freedom? Just obey. Relax.

You stride slowly across to Baja's upturned rump, coming to a stop behind him. From this angle, you come rather neatly up to his haunches, leaving your face level with his fuzzy taint. You look at it. His musk is intense, here. You let your eyes trail across Baja's pucker, then dip down to the back of his sheath and balls. You slowly, shakily open your mouth—

When suddenly Gara's talon grips your skull and shoves you face-first into Baja's tailhole.

“Worship him," Gara growls. Baja yelps, but not as loudly as you, who watches as Ankesh uses his other talon to properly spread Baja's rump for your maw. Your face squishes against his pucker, and his scent is like something wafting out of an oven and into your sinuses. His upturned tail and ring take up your gaze as you realise that you can't pull away at all.

Just obey. Relax.

The voice is strong, here, throbbing in your mind. Just obey. It feels good. And oh, it feels good. You whimper quietly, kissing Baja's rump gently.

“How is it doing?" Ankesh asks.

“It hasn't started yet," Baja answers. You feel Gara push your head more firmly against his brother's ass, until you feel like you can feel his ring starting to stretch around the end of your nose.

Just obey. Escape later. Relax.

You close your eyes… then part your jaws, letting your tongue slip out.

“Ooh," Baja purrs as you let your slick tongue start to greet his tailhole. It tastes… salty. You hope the princes bathe regularly, but realise quickly that you can taste Ankesh and Gara on their brother. How often do they 'play' together? “Keep going, gryphslut," Baja moans delightedly, his tailfeathers flaring around the base of his tail.

You let your arms slide forward to gently lift Baja's heavy balls. Though still bound in their cloth mittens, you can still heft and feel the weight of his prodigious orbs as your tongue begins to slither and trace wet, slobbery circles around his pucker. It pushes back against your mouth while you try to begin exploring its wrinkles and soft folds.

You slurp around it in a slow rhythm, first the bottom half, then the top. You use the point of your tongue to gingerly tug on his rim, only to give it a slow kiss and repeat the whole process.

“Suck on it," Ankesh tells you. You whine. Just obey. Relax.

With a soft, hesitant motion, you wrap your mouth around Baja's ring and give a gentle suckle while your tongue probes and flicks back and forth against the dimple in the centre. His scent, sweaty and thick, is smothering your thoughts. You feel almost lost with how lightheaded you are. Like if you pulled away from him, you wouldn't be in the bathing room anymore, but just in a fog that only holds you and the three gryphon princelings. You felt so hot, and not just from the gryphon cum warming your insides.

“Push your tongue in," Baja's own voice comes, a croon of pleasure. You quiver, but don't even make a noise as you suck in a deep lungful of his scent… then thread your tongue into his hole, curling it, wriggling it like an eel as you seek out his buttons.

You find one of them just inside when you curl your tongue towards his dick, making the spot-speckled gryphon mewl out and flare his wings. He clenches around you, and you know you are pushing the right spots.

“So diligent," Gara rumbles.

“I could get used to having it," Ankesh purrs. Baja squirms and makes pleasant, happy noises as you softly, wetly make out with his tailhole. You can feel their combined cum drooling from your hole, and it feels so hot to just let it out. All three of them are overwhelming. Just obey. Breathe. Relax.

Then Baja jolts slightly as Ankesh bumps him with his hip.

“You know, here's a test," his voice growls out to the three of them. “Give the gryphslut some real gryphon musk, Baja."

“Krm?" Baja asks, his voice almost dreamy. Then his ring clenches against you. “Oh, what, like…"

“Yeah," Ankesh answers. What do they mean?

“Right into its face? I mean that's kinda hot, but—"

“Baja," Gara rumbles. “Do it." He doesn't say more, and Baja hushes. Your brain slowly connects dot to dot. Surely they don't… But Baja goes stock still, and you feel his body tense, then relax. Then tense. His ring puckers, and his thighs adjust position slightly. You try to pull away, but Gara just holds your nose right to his slimy ring.

And holds.

“Well?" Ankesh asks.

“Shhh, I'm trying, just…"

Then, as a warm wave that suddenly burns your olfactory senses, Baja's scent silently surround you as his ring pushes out against your face. You freeze. Your eyes flutter, and you quiver in Gara's grip. The depths the three are willing to sink to.

“Breathe, gryphslut. You know you want to," Gara taunts.

No, no, no, no—

But you've spent hours now sinking into the warm, pleasurable, musk-soaked embrace of obedience. You've sucked lungful after lungful of raw, horny need into your overworked brain, and as Gara growls out his order, you suck in a single, eyewatering breath… and hold it. Just obey. Breathe.

His scent is overwhelming. His musk before had been a lot, but now your whole brain feels like it's melting into a puddle of shamefully squirmy lust. You feel like the gooey slime drooling from between your legs is your willpower sloppily leaving you. You tense your muscles and help push more of it out, gryphon cum leaking as you blink blankly at Baja's rump.

You dimly realise that Gara and Ankesh are quietly snickering, but somehow that just feels hot, too. Your lungs burn, and you can't tell if it's from the musk or from forgetting to breathe. So you exhale and take another breath that leaves you dizzy and oddly giggly inside. Then you take a third one for good measure and realise that you feel like you're on the edge of another body-trembling orgasm.

You want to keep breathing. Just obey. Breathe. You lick at Baja's rump slowly, almost reverently, as if it were a long-lost lover.

Then you feel your head being pulled back. Baja's rump recedes as your head is tugged, and you blink slowly at his fuzzy rump and magnificent balls.

“Mmnh, nice work, gryphslut, I'm beat," Gara says, then. “After all that, I actually want a nap."

You nearly fall over when he lets go of your head and takes a few steps away to the cushions around the edge of the room, which he begins preparing. Evidently that bath is forgotten – for now. You dumbly wonder if only getting halfway to the bath is a regular occurrence.

“Me, too," Ankesh says. He stand up and begins to stride across to Gara. As he passes by you, he grabs your collar with one talon and tugs you along with him. He flops down onto a cushion that Gara has just finished preparing, earning a scowl from the stripe-touched gryphon, before he pulls you closer and then shoves your head down between his hindlegs.

You lurch and fall forwards onto hands and knees, your face squished up against Ankesh's still very plump sheath with its peeking tip. In your near-drunken state, you push your ass out a little to the two other gryphons as Ankesh drags your face up and down the barrel of his sheath, before settling your nose into the space where his sheath and balls connect.

“You're napping, too, gryphslut. You can huff yourself to sleep on my nuts, because we're going to bend your little mind around our scent until you can't even remember the concept of 'no'."

Ankesh lifts his hindleg, then brings it down around your head, making sure that you can't pull away. You don't want to pull away. You know you should want to. You can feel that rebellious, escape-seeking part of you flickering and fading under the giddy, intoxicating pleasure of huffing gryphon musk. But you're so horny, so eager for it to keep going… If you fall asleep like this, you might wake up just wanting to stay, after all. To be abused, used, and fucked like a plaything day after day for the three studly gryphons.

You hazily realise that that is exactly what's going to happen.

Gara flops down beside Ankesh, then, and yawns. He positions himself so that his head is down between your legs. You squirm a little, sucking another lungful of Ankesh.

“It was fun using my beak on it before. I'm sleeping with my head here until father sends for us again."

Gara drops his head and pushes it unceremoniously to your groin. You yelp and tremble, but can't bring yourself to do anything but shakily, slowly grind back against him as he begins to rub his beak against you.

“Wait, but, maybe you two wanna sleep, but I just got worked up again," Baja complains, stalking over to the three of you. “I was going to fuck another round into it. You can't hog—"

“So do," Gara growls into your groin, his voice muffled. “I'm busy with its front, I just wanna see how many times I can force it to cum. I'm not using its ass." You feel Gara starting to snuffle and rub his beak between your legs, his tongue slipping out to begin idly licking at you in a sensual, yet strangely domineering manner. You huff Ankesh's balls and whine softly into them when you realise that Gara's snuffle-licking will eventually be enough to take you over the edge again.

Baja snorts, then flumps down behind you with a whump. He shuffles and shimmies against your back, until you feel his talons taking hold of your hips and adjusting them a little. You whimper when you feel his fat, slimy cock kiss your puffy, cum-slicked ring again. The thought of taking his dick again is intense… and Ankesh's scent helps remind you how much you need it.

You dimly realise that you're completely surrounded, squished between the three gryphons. You lay at the center of three royal birds intent on breaking your willpower with scent and sex, and you finally start to comprehend that you're already mostly broken. With just one evening. There isn't going to be any escape, you suddenly understand. The three of them have you sandwiched in the middle, and you're already losing. Have already lost. The Exemplar had been right. Baja's cock rubs and squishes against your pucker, while Gara keeps slowly licking and nuzzling at your groin. Ankesh's talons hold your head pressed into his sheath, and even the idea of getting out of it all feels like it's too much energy, that it's just so much better to simply just obey. Just breathe.

You're so relaxed that it barely even hurts when Baja skewers his fat, rigid cock back into your ass, using your gathered slime as lube. You give soft, muffled moans into Ankesh's sheath as you cum against Gara's beak for the first time, splattering another flood of your dwindling willpower over his licking beak – which he sleepily devours. Oh, fuck, you actually don't want to leave. You don't care that you're their toy – no, you're giddy to be it. You hazily moan into Ankesh's sheath as you press back against Gara's beak and squeeze Baja's overwhelming cock as it throbs.

And time bleed away again, with each new hour not quite letting you drift off, and instead spiralling you down into a half-sleep that's filled with eager, leering gryphons with relentless libidos and no concept of shame. By the time your body finally passes out, you're as enamoured with the gryphons as they are with their new toy.