Stable Conditioning

Morning could not have come any sooner, the sun assaulting the High Elven Lord Velar’en with incredible rudeness, robbing him of his dreams right as he was in the climax of a very, very heated session of lovemaking with a huge gryphon ass. He grunted and blinked a few times, his body a bit sore after sleeping on the floor, pleasantly warm despite him not wearing anything but his bare skin. Something heavy was pressing down on him and it wasn’t his wife or even a pet, something furry and that rumbled gently as soon as he tried to move. As his mind started to slowly process what was around him, he realised why he wasn’t cold, why he was feeling something heavy on his chest and why his dreams were all so very lewd and gryphon-centric: the first thing he saw was a huge, furry, sweaty pair of hills spread on his chest, so huge they were resting on the floor to either side of his torso, droplets of sweat running down the soaked fur and onto him, then into a puddle that he was swimming in. Velar’en gasped in shock and with that, his lungs got hit with a wonderful, heady, near mind-frying rush of gryphon ball funk. He shivered as that reek rushed into his body and woke up every last bit of his brain and then something else too, the elf’s cock throbbing to life on the other side of the titanic pair of nuts he was trapped under, gently brushing against those orbs and making him cum on the spot. The elf huffed and grunted, his body tensing up as he came oh so hard from a light brush with his master’s sack and a single breath of his potent musk.

His wife was nowhere to be seen and that was perfect, she’d certainly frown if she were to see him pinned under his pet’s rump and balls, naked and hard. He’d also have to get out before the rest of the servants saw him, what would they think if they realized their master was a huge slut who had let a feral, bestial, handsome, studly, hung gryphon fuck him till he fainted on the ground? They’d lose all respect for him, they’d smell the stink of ass and sweat on him and realize he had been sleeping under a beast for an entire night, they’d see his hard, drooling cock and shame him for being such a huge pervert. So why did he feel no shame, no worry at all? Why did he feel… proud of what he had done? It must have been because it was the right thing to do, yes. He was their master and Galar, the handsome, hung and smelly beast was his master so they’d have to be fine with it… his wife would be fine too…

Velar’en sighed in bliss, struggling to get his arms out from under Galar’s sack without waking the towering beast up so that he could enjoy some alone time with him. The elf eventually managed to get them out, immediately hugging them as he craned his neck as much as he could, shoving his nose right in the musky valley in between both, snorting that wonderful musk and cumming a second time hands-free. Already forgetting about the initial intent of quietly enjoying his master’s sack and scent by himself, Velar’en was moaning, grunting, huffing and worshipping those orbs with wild abandon: he kissed them, licked them, rubbed his whole face against them, pressed his lips on their fur and sucked the sweat, cum and oils and drank them as if they were the finest of wines, his cock gushing lightly with every twitch. Galar huffed, still sleeping soundly, but much like the slut beneath him, the gryph’s body was awakening well before his mind was.

All the activity soon woke up the occupant of those orbs, an elven lady that the new master of the house had crammed inside the night before and had been stewing in ball batter, massaged on all sides by the gryphon’s immense sack. Dan’en gasped as she squirmed, feeling her surroundings start to churn and rumble as cum oozed all around her. Weird feelings assaulted her mind as weird sensations wracked her body: she couldn’t smell anything but cum, taste nothing but cum, her body almost entire submerged in cum, her skin smooth and warm as Galar’s endless loads swirled around her as if she was in her own personal, musky ocean. She stretched, her face ending up against the inner wall of the left nut, rubbing all over it as buckets of cum started raining down on her, adding to the level already present as the master responded to the stimulation from inside and outside. Galar snorted, his legs twitching as he grew closer to waking up, his cock already stiffening, a whole foot and then some displacing several gallons of slimy sheath fluids onto the floor, the slab of breeder flesh further strengthening the stink in the stable while it grew harder and longer, the flare gushing fat wads of spunk thanks to the occupant inside squirming and forcing gallons out in the process.

Velar’en, though musk drunk, was no fool: when he saw a face appear under the fur, a face he recognised as his wife’s, he knew that she had somehow ended up inside Galar’s balls. Yet, he wasn’t scared, he wasn’t even worried. If she was there, that meant that she had been allowed to be and that was good. The High Elf smiled to himself and licked his lips before kissing her lips through the gryphon’s sack. Dan’en gasped in shock at the kiss, then remembered that her slutty husband had been left outside of Galar’s body, unlike her who had been gifted a night in his sack. She smiled to herself and kissed him back, feeling nothing but gryphon cum on her lips and nothing but the taste of that wonderful gooey fluids rather than her husband’s mouth. She cared not and neither did he because he began to kiss her with greater strength, the two elves making out with each other from the wrong end of their new master’s body, unable to feel each other in any meaningful way yet refusing to stop as the gryphon’s taste, heat and musk made them uncaring of the other just enough to make them continue.

Inside of the gryphon’s body, Ella was also waking up thanks to Galar’s clenching as the big beast was still deep in his dreams. Her initial fear after seeing that around her there was nothing besides squirming fleshy walls, puddles of her own cum and the ever-present, overwhelming, potent stench of gryphon ass disappeared as soon as she moved and felt those same walls slide against her cock. After spending an entire night stewing in her master’s ass, surrounded by softness and musk, the young herm wolf was in no shape or intention to hold back. She howled as she humped and kissed Galar’s insides, her snout moving across their slick surface as her load gushed from her cock in thick, syrupy jets. With all that moving about, the stimulation to his sack, sheath, cock and prostate, Galar was starting to wake up, not enough to fully rise from his sleep but more than enough for his shaft to be fully erect and oozing fat wads of precum onto his slick fur. In his balls Dan’en was in heaven, her mind trying to figure out just what was happening, filled with confusing information she wasn’t equipped to handle while her body just moved on its own.

Bit by bit Galar woke up, chirping happily as he was welcomed in the new day with a most appropriate morning worship service, his balls massaged from the inside and outside, his prostate teased in all the right ways by the squirming wolf he had shoved in there the night before. The big gryphon was satisfied for the moment, idly stroking his mammoth cock with his talons as the three servants around his rump licked, kissed, squeezed, stroked his flesh all over and snorted his musk. No, that was incorrect: two servants and one very promising partner he wanted to train and make into a perfect mate. The elf in his sack stimulated him oh so wonderfully as she kissed the inner flesh of his cum factories, her body ready for him and the future plans he had in mind for her. Galar chirped and licked his beak, his nuts groaning as his arousal began to ramp up properly now that he was awake, the idle output of spunk pushed out of his cum pipe doubling within seconds as the contents of his sack sloshed around its cargo and coaxed Dan’en into even more passionate lovemaking.

It didn’t take long for Velar’en to notice that his master was awake, his gaze so piercing and strong he felt it on the back of his skull long before he turned around and stared into those wonderful irises. The high elf came a little as the towering beast licked his lips and lifted a leg, allowing him free access to the entirety of his cock, the magnificent slab of flesh throbbing and steaming visibly from base to flare, every last inch of it slick with cum, sheath fluids, sweat and oils. It was a masterpiece of smell, a piece of art that sated the eye and was so musky and sweaty that the elf’s mouth was watering by the third second after laying eyes on it. Velar’en tried to move so that he could worship that cock, his own oh so hard and leaking but completely forgotten, however, Galar had other plans. With a mighty screech, the big beast began to flex his muscles, the cockspire twitching as it flexed in return, firing fat loads of cum onto its owner’s belly fur and forelimbs. The elf gulped, mouth drier than the desert, the sweat he had drank no longer enough to sate his thirst now that he was watching his master fire pints of cum as if it was nothing, the show of such casual virility intense beyond words. Galar huffed and flexed his muscles, slowly pushing out the intruder in his ass, the wolf moaning and squirming as she was expelled from her slick, wet, musk-laden cave. Her head popped out first, slick with all sorts of fluids and she took the first breath of proper air in over ten hours, the sheer difference in quality between the wonderful stink she had been inhaling all night and the almost ‘pure’ air outside made her whine. If she could have squirmed back inside she would’ve, but her master’s ass muscles were stronger than she was. Her shoulders were next, then her tits, her torso and finally she slipped out, covered in cum from head to toe, sliding over her master’s balls and their occupant, flopping on the ground as she came from the sheer lewdness of the situation. Jets of pearly white shot upwards, raining down on her, adding to the many loads she had spilled on herself as she orgasmed her way through the night.

“Ella…” Velar’en almost tried to cover himself, but then he remembered the role the wolfess had now, the words she had said to him the day before she had sat on his face and then fucked him till she blew her load in his guts. He was tempted to help her but he was stopped once more, this time Galar drew him to his cock and allowed the naked, sweaty elf to partake in the glory of that slab of flesh with complete freedom. “MMhhh…” Velar’en moaned as he kissed the gryphon’s flare, rubbing it all over his face like a common slut allows a client to rub their dirty cock on their face, and he was enjoying every last bit of it. Cum gushed out and painted his face white, hair sticking to his scalp as pints and gallons glued them together with more piling on top, endless waves of white goo he licked, drank and coated his entire front with.

“Master…” Ella bowed to the gryphon, kneeling and then pressing her head to the floor, ass high and tail sticking up straight, a sign of the utmost submission among her species, once again showing to Galar her devotion to him. The gryphon chirped and licked his beak, grabbing her with a paw and shoving her face against his sheath without allowing her any other words, there was no need to after all.

She quietly yipped and sniffed, her eyes rolling back as she snorted her master’s scent, the reek of that cock holster, of his balls, of his cock were on a completely different scale outside of her ‘bedroom’. The young herm began to hump, slathering her cock in ball sweat as she kissed her way from the pit between sheath and sack to the flesh of her master’s shaft, her sensitive tongue still burning with the overwhelming taste of ass but not enough to prevent her from tasting the cock that she had fallen in love with. Velar’en groaned, almost angry to be made to share Galar’s shaft with his servant, but a nudge and a displeased chirp reminded him that he was no longer atop the food chain in the manor. With a submissive, slutty moan, the High Elven Lord resumed shoving his tongue down the bestial gryphon’s cum pipe, his nose rubbing all over the massive flare as he sniffed, snorted and came hands-free simply by making out with an animal’s cockhead and little more.

Galar couldn’t be any more aroused by the sight and sensations before him, everything the three did was meant for his pleasure, his enjoyment, his needs coming well before their own. The huge beast chirped, satisfied to a great degree as his pets made out with his flare, licking it, sniffing it, allowing its endless output of bubbling cum to wash over their faces and fronts, the elf already caked in it, the wolf’s fur slowly growing wet with superior ball batter and sticking to her hide. The stench was oh so strong the two forgot their animosity after a brief few minutes spent fighting for dominion over the cock between them, realising that not only was there more than enough to go around for just two sluts, but that the cum gushing from it wasn’t going to run out anytime soon. Before long the two were not just pleasing their master, they were cooperating in their efforts to earn a pleasured chirp or a brief, rough grope from those strong and deadly talons. Velar’en and Ella kissed around Galar’s flare, making out as sloppily as it was possible, sharing wads of cum between each other, swallowing load after load as huge dense beads hung from their chins and dripped down onto their slowly expanding bellies. Within Galar’s balls, Dan’en was squirming so much that the towering gryphon was having trouble resisting the three-way assault to his sweaty, musky, throbbing nethers. As the minutes passed they got so into it and so needy for their master’s orgasm, that they started using their swollen bellies to stimulate him, rubbing them against his flesh, making him watch as they rubbed them with his spilled seed, moaning as the heavy egg shapes made contact with the cock that had put them where they were, deep inside the two sluts’ guts and flooded them with spunk.

The huge gryphon chirped happily as his nuts churned, ready to cum, his pleasure having reached its peak, the twin boulders resting on one of his hindlegs squeezing onto the intruder stuffed within, but he didn’t cum. His cock throbbed, gushed and swelled, the flare blossoming wider and thicker but not a drop of spunk was spilled. Galar huffed, somewhat displeased, but then he realised why he wasn’t hosing the ground and the two sluts in his seed as his balls groaned and started to contract, slowly, slowly, slowly pushing the elven lady out. Velar’en and Ella barely realised this was happening, too busy sniffing and worshipping the slab of breeder flesh with all their might. They had to be directed to the massive spheres behind them for them to notice that their master needed some help in pushing Dan’en out. The elven lady realized that her surroundings were shrinking and the cum l was bubbling and sloshing with greater energy as the big gryphon shivered and chirped with satisfaction for a second before she found herself being crammed back into the massive, oozing cum pipe she’d descended into the night before. Was it still night? How long had she been there? Hours? Days? She couldn’t really tell anything that was happening outside of the pleasure she was feeling and the musk and slickness of the spunk flowing on her skin and seeping into her every pore.

Galar grunted as his orgasm was interrupted despite his balls churning twice as hard while they kept on swelling and growing. The two sluts to his side moaned as they started to massage his sack and the root of his cock, Ella catching the chance to shove her entire head into her master’s sheath and licking the base and dormant knot of the titanic spire above her, leaving Velar’en to the wonderfully raunchy task of helping the one that had turned him into a musk-slut push out his very own wife from the same pair of balls that had also made him an egg-heavy hen. The High Elf bit his lip as he felt her being pushed into the gryphon’s cum pipe, his face so close to her as he sniffed and kissed those strained orbs with a passion that he’d not shown to her even when they had married a thousand years before on their first night as husband and wife. Dan’en also felt her husband through the thick, sweaty fur of Galar’s massive balls, his tongue sliding over the outside while she kissed the inside for a few seconds before she finally decided to cooperate, realising she couldn’t stay inside forever, as much as she wanted to. The gryphon felt her squirm in there with purpose rather than just to pleasure herself or him and that made him smile and grin.

The new master of the manor got up, balls still touching the ground even while he was standing so big they had swollen with their heavy cargo, his cock bobbing lewdly beneath his belly like a musky, slick log of breeder flesh that steamed in the stuffy air. Ella slipped out of his sheath, eyes glossy as fat wads of fluids slickened her muzzle fur, instinctively moving to help her master without needing so much as a hint or nudge. Her hands reached for Galar’s massive sack and massaged it, struggling to help its guest to get her bearings together and slide out. The wolf herm was sniffing, moaning and kissing all the while she tried to get Dan’en to slide back out, helped by the elf who was far too busy snorting cock musk and licking the sweat off those balls to truly care about his lover, or rather, his ex-lover back where she belonged. Galar was doing his best as well, moaning and squirming as the elf inside his balls slowly but surely managed to get her hands up the cum pipe, at that point, the massive gryph cock began to do its job, tugging, pulling, drawing her out from her sloshing prison along with a fat gush of cum to lube her way up. At the root of the gryphon’s shaft appeared a lump that soon grew into a rather distinct shape, Dan’en moaning so loud she could be heard by the two that were now finally able to be useful, massaging the titanic slab of cockflesh in rhythm with the pulsing muscles beneath the slick surface. One, two, three huge gushes of cum propelled the elf from the base of that cock all the way to the flare, its cum pipe yawning oh so wide as tubs of gooey, seed were spilled, wasted upon the floor, adding to the reek of sex in the air and washing away the cooling spunk from the day before.

Galar chirped as he felt hands tickle the sensitive inner flesh around the first foot of his cock, the elven female’s feet still inside his balls, her tits bloating the midsection of his shaft pleasantly and the oh so wonderful new additions to her body stimulating him even more. As two hands appeared from the chasm of the gryphon’s titanic flare, the two sluts stopped worshipping it and grabbed them, cum making the attempts to pull her out by force ten times as hard, fingers and palms so slippery they offered little to no friction. But Galar was slowly getting used to using his thick muscles to push Dan’en out, bit by bit growing more skilled and in a couple more messy, messy minutes, the elven lady’s head was almost out of her prison. She gasped, taking in a breath of not-so-fresh air after a night spent swimming in gryph cum, her skin glossy, rejuvenated, her hair stuck to her skin and heavily weighted down by the same cum coating the rest of her body. Her bare tits poked out loudly, lewdly and sloppily, wobbling for a couple seconds. Ella was cumming with nearly every breath by this point, her sensitive nose far, far too deep in a sea of musk so strong that she could barely think: the only thing she could do was moan, grunt, kiss, lick and sniff as her cock kept on gushing, fat wads of lupine spunk spilled over and over and over again. Being stuffed in gryphon ass musk, forced to cum for hours and hours while high on that wonderful stench, tucked deep in her master’s bowels had done something to her, changed her somehow. Despite the pints she was spurting and wasting on the ground, she hadn’t given any signs of softening or running low on cum, her nuts just as big, fat and heavy as before. The musk-drunk wolf hadn’t noticed this however, too deep on her master’s cock stench, mind too clouded so much so that she’d not even realized her cock had grown and swelled, the knot twice as big as before, the shaft comfortably nestled in between her tits as she rubbed her front on the massive gryph cock.

Velar was happy to see his partner of a thousand years safe, a musk induced passionate kiss shared between the two whole Dan’en was still belly deep in Gryphon cock, her tits having just slurped out from under the flare. Velar started laying kisses down from her lips, following the curves of her neck as he knows sends Dan’en wild with passion before his lips started cleaning her nipples free of the caked on cum.

Dan’en smiled as she watched her husband kiss her stiff nipples, caressing her tits with devotion, not able, not interested or just not courageous enough to speak to her as she still emerged from his master’s cock. Ella refused to meet her gaze, doing the same thing as Velar’en, tending to her lady as her own shaft gushed and throbbed in a mix of shame and deep, deep arousal. Another push from Galar’s cock and Dan’en slid several more inches out and as she did so, something happened: the musk-drunk, heavily intoxicated High Elf lady, shivered and moaned, eyes rolling back, shocking the two in front of her who rushed to help and immediately rewarding their concern and eagerness to assist with a fat wad of her very own cum as it gushed from a flare attached to a cock not unlike the one she was still inside of. Dan’en suddenly realized why she’d felt so odd for a while and why as she came the throbbing in her nethers was so much stronger than normal, but being immersed in cum from head to toe and so horny she couldn’t properly think had hidden her new equipment to her own mind. Dan’en grunted and came again at that realisation, her flare swelling, growing, the fat cock she was now gifted with growing as well, inching its way between her bare breasts, nestling down between them as it kept on spilling its load.

With a mighty push, a screech and the long-awaited relief of an increasingly less clogged cum pipe, Galar managed to shoot the elf out of his cock, her legs sliding out with little effort as his inner plumping gaped oh so lewdly, bridges of thick spunk connecting up and down, left and right till the gryphon was able to properly empty his sack. A tide of cum washed over the three beneath him, a beam of spunk several inches wide, the gooey fluid splattering with such strength that the walls were instantly bathed in white gunk. Galar screeched, wings spreading as his nuts tensed up, his cock contracting and shrinking his swollen cum pipe and sighed with relief, craning his neck down to watch as his shaft gushed dozens upon dozens upon dozens of jets of spunk. The stables were washed with his virility, hundreds of gallons of his breeding batter, the two sluts at his feet drinking from it freely and happily, their small, diminutive shafts eclipsed by the sheer strength of his load, their fronts caked in white as the newly minted herm born from his sack rolled out from beneath him and tentatively stood up.

“Mmhhh…” Dan’en immediately reached for her cock, grabbing it, squeezing it from tip to base, feeling everything: gushing flare, thick medial ring, girthy body all around, a soft, fuzzy sheath still sloshing with the gryphon’s cum, rivulets oozing from the furry rim and cascading down her swollen, melon-sized brown furred orbs. “Ohhh fuck…” She moaned and bit her lips, holding back an impending orgasm as she explored herself, her shaft responding to her arousal by flexing and slapping against her tits, nestling itself in between, the flare an inch or two under her chin. She could suck herself off if she wanted to and now she wanted to give it a try: her cock was wonderful, massive, steaming in its heat and musk, the fat plumbing right in the middle gushing more pre than her husband could shoot in ten orgasms with ease. “Oh High Lords above this is…” She groaned as she felt a wad of thick cum bubble up from her nuts all the way to the tip, shooting high in the air and splattering onto Velar’en’s back, the man hardly noticing that as he kept on making out with Galar’s fat cockhead. She smiled and turned her head to stare at Galar, the gryphon smiling with clever, intelligent eyes back at her. “Thank you.” Slowly, carefully, Dan’en made crossed the few steps between her and her new lover, grabbed his beak and kissed him, his tongue winning over hers with such ease as the two exchanged kisses, huffing onto each other, sharing tastes of cum, sweaty flesh and musk. “Mmmhhh!!” The High Elven lady moaned, eyes rolling back as, while still kissing her, the gryphon wrapped a talon around her massive horsecock and stroked it, his rough, pebbly scales stimulating her thick flesh with skill, the slick sounds of flesh on scale echoing well below the chaotic splatters of his orgasm.

As the two standing kissed deeply, Ella had seemingly grown tired of sharing her master’s fat, throbbing cock with her old master: she shoved him to the side with ease, his body falling on the floor as his gut and fatter ass padded the impact on the cummy hay. Velar’en protested, but she snarled at him, half playfully, half annoyed. The wolf threw herself on that slab of gryphon flesh with doubled hunger, her tongue lashing out to lap, kiss and lick every inch of the flare, her thirst for her master’s seed so strong she wrapped her muzzle around the fat cum pipe and let every droplet of spunk gush into her gullet and stomach, her paunch growing. The Elven Lord scoffed, planning his revenge, but a glare from the huge gryphon above put him in his rightful place, the male blushing as he groaned and watched the wolf swallow gallon after gallon of cum, her hunger so great and desperate she pushed her snout inside the source of that endless deluge of ball batter. Galar chirped with satisfaction as he watched the wolf herm’s muzzle slide into his cock, widening his stretchy, hungry cum pipe while still swallowing every drop of seed he was pumping out. The gryphon licked his beak, pushing Ella deeper into his shaft with a talon, her head sinking beyond the flare, encasing her in a world of rippling flesh not unlike the ass she’d spent her night in but far, far more messy as her gut kept on growing with every pump of her master’s titanic sack. As Ella came once again, or rather, came even harder, her knotted bestial shaft nearly pissing cum, knot throbbing uselessly in the musky, saturated air, Galar licked his beak and craned his neck, pressing his nares into her pussy, teasing the swollen, puffy spade. The wolf mewled inside the cock, lifting her tail as her muff winked at her master as if she was a mare in heat and not a wolf, her lips parting to reveal a lovely pink wall for him to partake in.

“MMmh…” Dan’en murred, stroking her massive horsecock, watching her lover lick his pet’s pussy, spreading her folds and making her wink at him every time he pulled back to clean his beak from her dripping juices. She was tempted to interrupt him, to claim her place above the slut lodged in his cock, to enjoy his attentions, but then she remembered that she also had someone to take care of. Her gaze turned to her husband, or was it ex-husband now? Were the two of them still a couple now that both of them had professed their passion for Galar and only one of them hadn’t been turned into a broodmother and made to carry his spawn? “Hey, honey…” Dan’en sauntered over to the cum-coated male elf, her cock bobbing lewdly in front of her, tits dripping with her precum, her balls swaying back and forth.

“Wh-wha… oh…” Velar’en too realised that his partner of a thousand years was there. He looked up and saw her looming over him, her… cock and balls spreading a tantalising musk that was not unlike Galar’s. He gulped, throat oh so dry, his ass feeling so empty as he stared at Dan’en’s sizeable, drooling horsecock. “Dan’en… uhm… hi…” The High Elf blushed impossibly hard, his mind only then processing the fact that he was naked, covered in gryphon cum and his gut was three times bigger than normal and heavy with eggs that his pet, or rather, his new master had crammed into his ass the day before.

“Come on, let’s leave Galar alone.” She grabbed his arm and lifted him up with surprising ease, her shaft brushing against his skin, sharing its heat with him. Velar’en moaned, unable to hide his arousal when it happened, his ass tightening up, clenching around a ghostly shaft, blushing harder as he noticed that his wife was smirking while staring at him, her cock oozing pre all over his body. Then he straightened his back, a rather daunting task with his gut weighing him down.

“W-w-wait! We can’t!” He planted his feet down, resisting her pull. Behind the two of them, Galar was eating Ella out so hard the wolf was squirming her way down his cock much like Dan’en had done the day before, her own belly sloshing, ass leaking cum as the pressure inside her swelled and grew to levels her body couldn’t hold. “Look at me, I’m covered in…” He paused. “I’m a mess! I smell like… ugh fine, no use in beating around the bush!” In a fit of frustration the elven male sighed, his shoulders sinking and then looked up at his wife. “I’m covered in gryphon seed, I smell like cock and sweat and balls and ass and I’ve got this… huge fucking gut…”

“And?” Dan’en smiled, grabbing him and kissing him deeply, her cock sandwiched between her and him, between her massive tits and his huge gut, her balls alone almost dwarfing his entire junk, their sheer weight, size and heft making him moan as she shoved her tongue in there, sharing the taste of Galar’s cock, his sack and his cum as she huffed and humped, grinded and groped his ass, fingering his blown-out donut, feeling it far softer and bigger than the last time she’d rimmed him. “Who cares?”

“We’ve… we’re the masters of the house…” He sheepishly moaned, his donut trying to squeeze around her digits. The hug had helped him relax a little, but not that much: he was clearly still very worried. Dan’en caressed his chin as she gently continued to finger his ass. “We’re supposed to be an example to everyone… we’re nobles.”

“Are we, though?” Dan’en licked his chin and his neck, breathing in his scent in the crook between neck and shoulder. He was slowly melting into her arms, his attention almost completely focused on the slab of cock pressed against his front. The contact with his partner was pleasant despite it all. “Are you still the master, with this huge gut, this ruined ass? I’ve seen you kiss Galar’s cock, I’ve seen you being bred by him, I’ve seen you cum and moan like a bitch, no offence to Ella. Do you still think you’re the one who commands in this house?”

“You’ve… seen me yesterday?” He gulped, his body heating up in a flurry of emotions: shame, curiosity, worry and arousal, the latter quickly breaking down barriers inside his head as the stench wafting from the flare cockhead barely five inches below his chin wormed its way into his nose and teased him. “How long?”

“Oh, my silly partner… I’ve followed you from home till you collapsed in a puddle of gryphon cum hours later.” She huffed, licking his skin, tasting the same cum that had coated him so thoroughly. “I’ve watched and enjoyed every bit of the show you’ve put on for your master.” He moaned, shivering, his ass actively sucking on her fingers, trying to milk them for a droplet of hot, dense spunk. He knew she spoke the truth, he just hadn’t had the time or will to fully realise it, but now that she had put it out, laid where things were, he didn’t mind that much. “Look, Vel, I don’t think any less of you for doing it, not in the least.” She chuckled. “I mean, I’ve been sneaking whiffs of the beasts that your friend brings over for a little over a century now, soaking my favourite handkerchief in their ball sweat.”

“Dan’en!” He gasped, shocked, confused and… even more aroused than before somehow. “Really?”

“Oh yes, I’ve been a naughty, naughty musk slut for a long time.” She kissed him deeply again, the taste of cock and balls heavy on their tongues. “Not unlike a certain someone who had wild raunchy sex with a wolf before we got married.” Velar’en blushed once more with such strength and intensity he looked like he might burst in flames. “And I find that very, very hot. One musk slut married another musk slut, we’ve just… been too afraid to share it with each other.” She too blushed sheepishly. “Ella isn’t so different from you, you know? She used to sneak off in the stables to get fucked by the stallions and fuck the mares and now she’s also Galar’s pet now.” Dan’en smiled and turned her partner’s head around, making him watch as the wolf herm, now with her head back out of the gryphon’s cock, was being swallowed feet first into Galar’s ass once again. “Wolves love ass, so she’s gonna stay there.” With a lewd, loud slurping sound, Ella was sucked back in, her snout disappearing in a mountain of ass and sweaty fur. “I still love you as I did before, that hasn’t changed, I do have to tell you that Galar is now my lover as well on top of being your master.”

“But…What about us, me and you?” The elf male moaned as his wife, his partner, his… master’s lover, pried his ass wide open, the gape inviting damp, musky air to lap at his sensitive inner flesh. “You can’t actually think our servants are going to respect us if we go back like this.”

“Let me worry about everything my love, you have bigger things to do now.” She spanked him hard, leaving a big print in the shape of her hand on his somewhat fatter ass.

“Like what?” Again he moaned, but this time because she pulled back and left his ass alone, his donut already missing the feeling of her fingers. His nervousness was gone, replaced by an aching, desperate emptiness in his pucker and a terrifying desire to get his hands all over his partner’s cock and balls and lick and kiss them oh so tenderly.

“Like teaching me how to use a cock…” She whispered in his ear then pulled back, her cock peeling from his skin, leaving behind lewd bridges of precum between the two elves. “And you’re gonna do it on our bed.” He gulped, blushing heavily, but his drooling cock and whimpers weren’t ones of protest. Already he was wondering how her massive bestial shaft would feel stretching his insides and spewing massive loads of white pearly batter into his guts, washing his master’s eggs again and again till he was left moaning on the bed, ass gaping, cum oozing from his donut and forced to lick that same cock clean. Dan’en grinned oh so wide as she heard her partner cum hands-free. “Come then, we’ve got quite a distance to cover.”

Bare feet on slick grass never felt better for the two of them, the cum Galar had spilled during the past twenty four hours had turned an entire ten yard area around the stable in a cummy hellscape that still let out heat and oozed warm musk. Velar’en had to be helped walking, his heavy egg-laden gut weighing him down quite a bit, sore muscles adding to the burden of his loins as his ass leaked gryphon cum without end, though now it was mostly just a trickle that teased his sack and dripped down his legs. Dan’en’s slab of a cock had softened somewhat, retreating into its sheath for the first time since she’d been gifted it by her lover and master. The pleasure of its weight, the heft of it, the size, the way her sheath and balls wobbled, swayed and pulled down, added to the little yet wonderfully amazing cherry on top of it all was the fact that her sheath couldn’t hold every last inch of that massive cock and a solid inch of her flare poked out of the stretchy, fuzzy rim. Her hands reached down over and over, sliding inside and feeling the inner flesh of her cock-pouch, the heat and slime keeping her shaft lubed and slickened coating her fingers along with the endless dripping pre, half of which ended up on the ground. The elven herm couldn’t help herself but to moan softly, her husband echoing her, creating a wonderful chorus of soft whimpers as each relished the lewdness of their new lives. They had started the day before as a normal couple, more or less, with a lofty status and finely crafted lives worthy of admiration, now they were returning to the manor covered in cum, the old master with a swollen gut full of his prized pet’s eggs, the mistress sporting a cock that put a horse’s to shame, each leaving behind them a shameful, lustful trail of fluids.

The second that the two of them were spotted by a few of their servants, Velar’en almost froze in embarrassment: the three wolf maids that were at the gate of the manor that led to the stables were clearly waiting for them, tails wagging madly behind them as they sniffed the air with heavy-lidded eyes. Dan’en smiled and curled a finger in their direction while her husband stood still like a deer before a hunter, his body stiff. The maids sped up as they came closer to their masters, noses going wild the more distance they covered and then they were at the feet of the two elves, they pressed their wet, cold snouts upon their flesh and took a deep, deep, deep sniff of the stench of cum, sex, sweat and gryphon musk that coated every inch of their bodies. Velar’en blushed when he felt a broad tongue lap at his groin, slathering his crotch in saliva till it was dripping with it but cleaner than before though not any less musky or messy. He yelped in shock when Tina, one of the three girls, shoved her snout against his puffy, ruined donut, her tail sweeping the ground, her tongue slobbering all over her master’s chasm of an ass and started lapping, swallowing the cum oozing out of it, throat dancing as she whined and huffed his scent, her nose buried in between the elf’s cheeks, huffing and sniffing and snorting the heavy gryphon stench that had seeped into Velar’en’s very essence. The elf relaxed and shivered, moaning openly as his ass was worshipped, pints of cum rushing out of his blown-out pucker and into the maid’s gullet, making her whine and cum as she sniffed and swallowed every last drop, cleaning his rump dutifully. Dan’en was in her own little slice of heaven as well, her balls kissed, sniffed and licked by the other two maids, the sloppy, raunchy sounds of the females at her feet as they slobbered over her junk, snorted the musk from the pit between sheath and sack, fought to shove their snouts inside the cock-pouch and lap at the bubbling mix of fluids within.

As the two fought, Dan’en had to separate them, dragging one to her backside to allow each to have their own share of pleasure and in doing so, the elven lady found a new source of pleasure she’d forgotten in the maelstrom of feelings and pleasure that was her newly grown cock, she’d forgotten about what lied just behind it. Between her pucker and her taint now laid a most wet, juicy, massive pussy, winking at the wolfess who was so enthralled by its appearance and fragrance that she’d stopped for several seconds to admire it. But the hunger was greater than her restraint and the maid threw herself onto her mistress’s fat equine pussy, her muzzle sliding in halfway with ease, stretching the dark fuzzy lips of that slit and burying her in a mountain of ass, her tongue lapping at the winking clit over and over again. Dan’en shivered and came a little, her pussy gushing into the maid’s mouth, the rest spilling all over her chin and chest, her cock sliding out and over the other maid’s head, oozing its musky load by the pint while the wolf continued to slather her nuts in slick saliva.

“Ok, girls, that’s enough.” Dan’en waited a few more minutes before clapping her hands, the maids stopping as they had been taught, putting their mistress above their own needs. The three stood up, beneath them the ground had become wet with their fluids as each had orgasmed several times without even touching themselves, the keen noses of their kind working for and against them at the same time. Their eyes were glossy and their noses were flaring over and over, muzzles coated with juices and fluids of all sorts. “Get breakfast ready, we’re going to eat in our bedroom.” Without so much as a sound, they bowed to the masters. “Oh, one more thing: from now on, the greeting system is going to change. When you meet us in the manor, you won’t need to bow but you will instead be required to either kiss my cock or my balls.” The maids shivered and licked their lips as they ogled the slab of horsecock filling their mistress’ overly stuffed sheath. “And kiss Velar’en’s ass. Sniffing is fine too. Tell the others on your way back.”

“Dan!” Velar’en blushed at the words his wife was spewing, but didn’t complain or refuse the new greeting system, his donut twitching and aching, desperate to feel the touch of someone else. The herm elf smiled and waved her hand, dismissing the maids.

The two of them continued to make their way to the manor, step by step until their bare feet touched the cool stone floor, leaving behind footprints made of sweat, cum, pre and a little bit of dirt, ruining the otherwise spotless look of the entire place. The smell, however, was far from prim and proper like the appearance: the scent of balls, cock, cum was strong, not quite as strong as the absolute curtain of ball funk and gryphon musk as the stables, but it was still quite potent. The difference was similar to how Galar’s breeder musk fared compared to regular gryphons, any one of them was very musky and definitely had a strong, tantalizing reek of bestial virility, but Galar was so far above it was mind-breaking. The manor’s interior smelled like balls, gryphon balls, which meant that the musk from the stables had reached this place too, the two elves smiling at each other as their own personal cloud spread that wonderful stench even more, making it soak in the walls and the floor.

“Welcome home, masters.” Two wolf maids appeared from a staff door just thirty feet after the elves stepped in the manor, tails wagging hard, noses flaring constantly. Without any other words, they closed in the distance between them and their masters, knelt and, each taking one elf, they greeted them on their knees. Dan’en smiled as she felt a wet nose bump against her flare and sniff, a tongue following suit to lap the endless trickle of precum bubbling from the gaping cum-pipe, her balls receiving a similar treatment moments later.

“Ooohhhh…” Velar’en mewled and curled his toes as the maid behind him nuzzled his puffy donut, almost hungrily throwing herself at the fat ring of flesh, sniffing, snorting, kissing it with a clear need to huff some more. Moments passed and then the wolves switched places, the one slobbering and kissing Dan’en’s fat sack throwing herself onto Velar’en’s ass and doing the exact same thing as the other one, the scene around the herm elf identical. “Mhhh… gods that’s a… that’s a good greeting…”

“Thank you, masters, breakfast will be ready in half an hour.” The maids blushed and looked away. “The… kitchen has been having some setbacks due to a… lack of staff, but the head butler and head maid are working on it.”

“You may go now.” The mistress dismissed the maids and once again their journey to their bedroom resumed and with each step made towards their destination, both were growing more excited, like a couple of newlyweds about to partake in their first night together. Dan’en and Velar’en were not newlyweds however, but they still felt that wild excitement, the electricity sizzling under their skin, the sheer strength of their bubbling desire to kiss and worship each other till the next day kissed their sweaty skin. “Morning.” Dan’en’s focus was broken as a single maid busy licking the floor clean of what looked like spilled cum blocked their way. Her voice took her out of her trance and the wolf crawled over to her masters, her bare bottom visible as the wolf’s tail wagged and uncovered it, revealing also the thin puddle of pussy juice she’d spilled while cleaning someone else’s lust from the floor. “Greet your masters.” The wolf nodded and pressed her nose to the herm’s sack, taking a deep, deep breath that made her eyes roll back, a strong, sudden orgasm wracking her body while she still dutifully kissed and licked Dan’en’s sheath and sack only to move to the male’s rump and making out with his blown-out pucker for several seconds. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Dan’en smiled, stroking her cock and aiming the gushing cockhead at the spot where the maid had been cleaning, washing the spilled seed with her pre in but a few seconds, making thrice the mess as before while the wolf’s nose brushed against her mistress’ ass and kissed the fat, swollen equine donut spreading her cheeks just above the equally fat mare cunt nestled beneath it. “MMhhh…” Dan’en stroked her flesh, her nuts pulling up, taut, ripe, massive, firing wad after wad of gooey pre without a single one being any less dense or massive. “You… you may go now.”

The mistress bit her lips, a bit saddened that she had to part from that wonderfully hungry tongue slathering her pucker. It was certainly a wonderful feeling, but as she eyed her husband’s own donut, her cock throbbed and gushed, hosing the marble floor with a couple gallons of sticky, dense precum, turning the air in the hallway even muskier and pheromone-laden then before. She grabbed his arm and started dragging him to their bedroom, faster, faster and faster, their bare feet echoing in the mostly empty halls until her hands slammed open the doors to their chambers, grabbed Velar’en and threw him onto the bed. He mewled but didn’t protest, being tossed around like a leaf in his wife’s immense lust felt to him as if he was in Galar’s embrace somehow: she had the same smell, the same desire to breed him, the same massive, throbbing spire, though his was far bigger and thicker, the same hungry look in the eyes as she approached him and slapped her cock on his swollen gut and grinded upon it. Velar’en kissed the tip of that beastly shaft, his lips wrapping around the flare and the thick cum vein within, drinking the spurting precum with a burning need and bottomless hunger for spunk, his donut twitching and oh so empty, his cock forgotten entirely, throbbing and leaking but otherwise left to its own devices.

Dan’en purred, her throat letting out an animalistic mating call, shocking herself and her partner in a most pleasant way, making them both more aroused than before as her sack groaned, churned and rested upon the male elf’s entire crotch, eclipsing his relatively decent junk with her massive size. She felt him squirm, hump and grind, his seed painting her balls in white ejaculate as she hosed his face and their bed in precum, her simple pre tens of times more dense and copious than his orgasm. He moaned, biting his lips as he rubbed his wife’s cock all over his face, sniffing, kissing, licking, letting it paint his skin in slick oils, spent cum, sheath fluids and endless precum. His hair was once again slick with gooey fluids, the bed around them already ruined as Dan’en’s sack pumped more and more and more stuff that soaked into the expensive mattress the two had slept on for centuries and spent so many passionate nights together, sharing their love for each other in the elven way, with calm measured movements designed to make pleasure last as long as possible. Now everything had been turned upside-down: he was the bitch in this new perverted relationship, she had a cock as big as his leg, their lovemaking hadn’t even started and the room was already a chaotic mess of smells and fluids spilled over expensive furniture, the door was open and anyone could look at them moan and grunt like wild animals. And yet it felt so right: a musk slut drinking the cock stench of his lover, a newly minted herm letting her desires take hold of her entire body…What a perfect way to start a new chapter of their lives together.

Without a word but with oh so many grunts and moans, Dan’en pulled back and pressed her massive flare to her partner’s donut, the fat organ kissing his pucker and delivering the first gush of dense pre into his bowels, lubing him up even more than the endless flow of cum from deep within him had done already. The sheer lewdness of it all made Velar’en cum a little: from the heat of her cock to the size of her cock, to the feeling of her cock on his pucker, to the fact that her cock was bigger than his, to the size of her balls, to the smell of her and the look of her face… The male was unable to resist, mewling openly as she pushed, pushed and pushed. Galar was big, huge, massive, his flare easily bigger than hers, but this was her first time and he was nervous so it took all of ten seconds longer than otherwise expected for her to slip inside him. The moment she was within him, she slid forward till the medial ring, his stomach deforming around her length with the ease of a sock around a foot. Dan’en felt her bestial lover’s cum slosh in his gut, lubing her way in.

“Ohhh Vel… you… fuck you’re so… this feels so good…” Dan’en moaned as she relished the wonderful, slick, lewd, messy, debauched pleasure of feeling her partner of a thousand years moan, grunt and squeeze around her cock as her flare gushed precum deep into his bowels, so deep she swore she could feel Galar’s eggs bumping into her fat flare from within. But as her medial ring kissed his slutty, broken donut, she stopped and groaned, squirming with a somewhat odd expression. “Ohh damn… uhhh… Vel?” Dan’en blushed heavily, pulling back, her cock slipping out of Velar’en’s ass, the herm letting it fall and rest on his gut, slick and heavy and now visibly steaming in the heated, musky air. “I need to go to the bathroom…”

“What?” Vel groaned, craning his neck to give his partner’s cock a soft, gentle kiss.

“I mean…” She sighed and grabbed him, lifting him up with ease as she dragged the elven male to the master bathroom attached to their quarters. The immaculate, spotless ceramic tile felt almost an insult now rather than a beautiful sight: after a night spent fucking, cumming, sniffing bestial musk, bathing in cum and precum and fluids, that nice, clean, pristine scent of pine and cinnamon was assaulting their noses with aggressiveness they’d never imagined they could feel. She dropped him next to the toilet and held her cock in her hand, letting it hover the bowl for a few seconds. “I need to piss so fucking bad and… well… I don’t know how to…” Her sudden sheepish behaviour made Velar’en’s cock so hard, or maybe it was the fact that he was kneeling on the floor, his donut touching the cold floor, his balls resting between his legs and his wife’s bestial, animalistic, drooling, steaming slab of cockflesh that was stinking up the place so hard was inches away from him. He gulped and looked up at her. “So you will help me, got it?”

“S-sure honey.” Vel grabbed her massive cock and kissed it, gently aiming it at the toilet bowl as he sniffed and rubbed his face on the sweaty flesh. He’d never even thought that one day he’d be holding his wife’s cock in his hands and teaching her to piss but there he was, so turned on by the sheer perversion of it all that he might just cum from the mere thought. “Now… just… relax your muscles, think of a stream of water and then let go.” He was so aroused by Dan’en’s noises he almost missed the feeling of her cock throbbing and thrumming as she flexed it and let go. The first blast of piss splashed on the wall, a mere second before he could help her aim the stream at the bowl but enough to drench him.

Velar’en gasped at the intensity of her stream: her one lithe, gentle, caring wife that had loved him so dearly was now pissing like a racehorse from her massive, bestial horsecock, moaning, grunting, shivering as she utterly flooded the toilet within seconds, the noises echoing around them beyond perverse, beyond normal. And yet Velar’en couldn’t be any more aroused in that moment: his wife was perfect, perverted, alluring and attractive in ways he’d not even imagined could be considered attractive. He licked his lips and tasted her piss on them, the salty, acrid fluid making his tongue sizzle with the intense flavour. The elven male groaned, helping her keep the stream centred but she was spilling so much and she was shivering so hard it was a challenge. After a solid minute she’d still not finished and Velar’en couldn’t resist anymore. Before Dan’en could realize or stop him, he moved in front of her, opened his mouth and stretched it wide around her flare, getting hosed with her waste for a solid two seconds before he began swallowing, drinking from her like a starved, parched survivor from a desert, his eyes rolling back as he did so, cumming at the acrid, bitter taste of her piss. Dan’en huffed, her cock hardening at the sight, the flexing muscles of her massive shaft halting the flow of her waste for a few moments, giving her soaked, drenched partner of a thousand years the chance to push her cock deeper into his gullet.

Velar’en’s mouth stretched oh so wide, like a snake’s, wrapping itself around the immense flare and letting it pop inside, then pushing, pushing, pushing till his throat began to bulge and swell with her cockflesh. The shape of her flare travelled downwards, inch after inch as Dan’en resumed her morning piss, her flow now dumped almost directly into his stomach as his throat turned into little more than a fleshy sleeve for her to sheathe her cock and avoid having to worry about aiming. Velar’en moaned, grunted and came, his donut twitching as his stomach filled up with his wife’s piss, the taste still strong on his tongue and now mixing with the raw flavour of her cockflesh, his nose creeping ever closer to her sheath and the base of her truly immense length.

“Fuck…” Dan’en bit her lips, her bladder singing with happiness as she felt some relief at long last, her flare lodged firmly inside her partner’s gullet. “You’re such a slut…” Two minutes after the first blast hosed the bathroom with golden-yellow waste, Dan’en was finally almost done, her bladder close to empty. She’d spilled more than an animal and she found herself… turned on by that. It was wrong, it was unnatural, it was so wonderfully arousing to think she had the junk of a beast and the need to fuck and piss like one too. As she stopped filling Velar’en’s gut, he started to pull out but she stopped him, pulling his nose closer to her sheath as she spread her legs wide. “I thought I’d take your ass on our bed where we spent our first night as husband and wife but… I think this is better: I’ll fuck you for the first time in our bathroom, using your mouth after you’ve volunteered to be my urinal…” Her partner mewled and gulped, his throat massaging her cock and making her huff and resume spilling precum rather than golden piss. “You’re a slut… I’m your stud…” Dan’en huffed and pulled back a few inches, her medial ring slipping out of the male elf’s lips with a lewd, loud pop. “And I’m going to enjoy you any way I can and everywhere I can…” She pushed forward, her ring kissing him before slipping back in with an even louder pop. “Fffuck…”

Beneath her, Velar’en was in heaven: his throat was being stretched oh so wide, his gut was heavy, heavier than before, sloshing with fluids as his nose was being assaulted by the raw stench of cock, cum, sweaty balls, his tongue set afire by the thick taste of his partner’s flesh and the waste she’d crammed down his gullet. He could feel her medial ring pop in and out of his mouth, going deeper and deeper, almost inside his throat as her flare hammered against the entrance of his stomach. He’d not managed to deepthroat her yet, she’d not tried to and he had no way to make her do it: the High Elven Lord Velar’en, member of the High Council, was unable to do anything but stay on his knees, his cock massaged by his own massive gut as cum leaked out of his ruined ass and his partner face-fucked him like a common street whore with a cock the size of his leg after having dumped gallons and gallons of acrid piss in his stomach. Every single thrust made him cum, every time her shaft bloated and fired fat wads of pre down his gullet, every time he swallowed and squeezed on the log of breeder flesh stuck inside him, he came. Velar’en came and came and came, his cock firing endlessly and somehow not running dry nor shooting blanks despite his messy and copious orgasms.

“Ffffuck…” Dan’en was panting, sweating, her nuts were groaning in ways she’d not ever thought was possible, they were so impossibly full, heavy, dragging her ass down from their sheer weight, her cock was far more sensitive than a pussy and the wonderful, potent, dense stench of sex and cum in the air was making her skin tingle. “Oh lords above, Vel… I could get addicted to this…” She bit her lips, grabbing her partner’s head and keeping it in place as she spread her legs wider and muscles bloomed underneath the slick, sweaty skin. “I’m sure you won’t mind…” She pushed, pushed and pushed, her medial ring sliding past the back of his throat as her crotch inched ever closer to Velar’en’s face. “Ooooh fuck… I’m…” Her balls groaned, purred, roared and pulled up taut close to her taint, the fat cum vein between pussy and sack swelling, growing and preparing itself to deliver its payload. Velar’en realised she was about to blow as well, pushing himself closer with the great desire to mash his nose inside her sheath while she crammed her load inside his stomach, adding to the inches stuffed inside his gullet. “Fffuck honey I’m… oh gods above…” Dan’en huffed loudly, finally managing to hilt herself inside her partner for the first time ever, her flare firmly planted into his stomach as his face was firmly lodged inside her sheath, forcing him to sniff, lick and bask in the overwhelming stench of gryphon cock and Galar’s cum still sloshing within the soft folds of that fuzzy cock pouch.

Dan’en came, her balls churned even louder, the door behind them shaking along with the wall mirror on the other side of the bathroom, but not a single droplet of cum escaped her sack. She squirmed, humped, pushed Velar’en deeper into the musky folds of her sheath but as much as her taint pushed and pumped, she couldn’t feel the wonderful release she knew came with a male’s orgasm. Then she felt something even better, something big, heavy, dense and solid move from the depths of her titanic, pumpkin-sized nuts. For a few moments, both of them were shocked, confused, taken aback by the sheer impossibility of what was happening, then, as a single, massive egg started to rise from the depths of her sack to the base of her cock, where Velar’en’s mouth was, the male came, moaned and came again, twice in the span of but a second as he felt his partner’s cock bloat and fatten with the egg she was going to cram down his throat in the same, lewd, perverted, unnatural way that the beast whose junk he had worshipped the day before had done to his ass.

“Ffffuck… this is… oh gods Vel this feels…” Dan’en moaned, pulling his partner’s head closer to her groin, her sheath wrapping itself around half his face as her musk, the potent, powerful stench of sex, cum and maleness made him compliant and pliable. Not that the High Elf would have resisted, not now that he’d been turned into little more than a slut who was cumming without end at the mere thought of being bred, filled and made to worship the nuts of whatever musky creature was before him. “Ohhhhh the High Lords should see you… you’re such a slut my love…” She grunted as loudly as she could while the egg within her cock started to slide further, pushed upwards and then into Velar’en’s throat by the immense pressure of her still rising orgasm. Her nuts had swelled twice their size while the backed-up seed made them grow heavier and their contents denser. “MMMhhhh take it Vel, take me and everything I have to give you!” She braced, thrusting erratically as her cock finally laid its lewd, unnatural cargo into his gullet after having stretched it oh so wide, its shape visible as it travelled from her sack to his stomach. “Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”

Dan’en howled as her orgasm was finally complete, her nuts able to pump gallons and gallons and gallons and gallons of cum inside Velar’en, the sheer pleasure of it all making her buckle and sway, but the heft of the gut her partner of a thousand years had was a good enough support for the moaning elven herm. She came, pumped, huffed, puffed and came even harder as her flare was bathed in more cum than any male outside of her new lover could produce in a lifetime, the egg she’d pushed into the elven slut at her feet swimming in the lewd mix of fluids. Velar’en was gushing without end, his shaft pissing cum by now, the stimulation, the smell, the flurry of feelings too great to be tolerated by mortal minds, even elven ones. And when the pressure in his stomach grew too much, when he couldn’t take any more, he gushed from another end: Dan’en’s load started to leak from his ass, a trickle at first and then a small torrent of pearly white, musky, sticky love and lust that splattered all over the puddles of piss she’d spilled before until Velar’en had turned into little more than a living, breathing, moaning, cumming sock to hold the herm’s cum for a few seconds before letting it out as more and more and more spunk flowed through him.

Dan’en imagined herself painting her lover white with her seed now that she’d crammed his guts full of eggs, one after the other. The elven lady mewled and fired one more shot followed by a couple more eggs into Velar’en’s stomach before something blossomed at the base of her shaft, something big, something thick, something that screamed to her that she should not pull back not even as a joke. So Dan’en did not pull out, rather she pushed forward and mashed her sheath even tighter against Velar’en’s face. The male elf screamed in pleasure as his mouth was filled with something far more pleasurable than just his wife’s thick cock and immediately his mind went to Galar. As the knot at the base of the herm’s immense shaft bloated his lips, he came over and over, eyes rolling back. The pleasure was such that as minutes passed and both realised they were tied together, Velar’en simply passed out, unable to do anything but cum and let the love of his life pump his guts full of cum and little more. Dan’en on the other hand was madly in love with the feeling of her knot cramming a hole full, the tightness, the way it added pleasure in ways that were oh so wrong and oh so right at the same time, the notion she was far more similar to Galar than she’d initially thought. She had the same cock, she could lay eggs like him and she could also knot her lovers and keep them stuck on her spire till she was sure they were pregnant and bloated. As more eggs flowed forth from her immense flare and more cum bloated him, the two kept panting and moaning, the stench of their passion spreading like wildfire.

Minutes passed, more minutes than either thought possible any elf could spend cumming and still not run dry, shot after shot after shot after shot, barely any time spent not pumping his gut full of spunk, barely any time she wasn’t at the highest peak of pleasure she’d felt in her life. And yet, despite how amazing being hilted inside her partner’s throat, cumming, moaning, the stench of her sack and cum around her, Dan’en still felt that a single moment with Galar was so much more pleasurable for her, even a kiss from that beast surpassed this feeling. She wanted her new mate nearby to share her old one together, to hose him in their combined loads as the two made out over him. As her orgasm slowly petered out, though it was far from being even close to an end, her legs started to feel tired and sore, yet she could not pull out as her knot was still keeping them tied together.

“Thank you for the lesson, my love, I’ll ask you to be my urinal every time I need to piss so we don’t make a mess.” She chuckled and wiped his face with a hand, biting her lips as she felt her knot through his bulging cheeks. “Lords above you look like a common whore after an orgy. I’ll call the butlers to come and pick you up.” Dan’en smiled and pulled a rope that was hanging from the ceiling of the bathroom, her feet splashing in the cummy puddle the male had spilled with awkward movements to get to the rope with Velar’en tied to her groin. Moments later, the door opened by itself, or rather, an elegantly dressed wolfman butler did it for her as if he knew when to do it. “Ah, Mael, Maeve, there you are.”

“My lady…” The butler bowed deeply as per usual, letting the elven lady see the white tiger maid just behind him who was waiting and bowed in turn. When Mael rose up, Dan’en noticed that the wolf had been having some… fun as well: his pants were gone and there was no sign of underwear or anything, his fat, throbbing, fourteen inch red rocket fully unsheathed and dripping with what the elven herm’s nose told her was a horde of asses he’d probably crammed full of wolf cum. “How may I serve you this morning?”

“Get Vel off the floor, please. I want to rest my legs and being tied to him is making it quite hard…” She chuckled as Mael gulped, ogling her sheath and the cock she’d crammed down his master’s gullet, the knot keeping the two elves stuck together and the immense pair of sweaty, loudly churning nuts still pumping their load out. The maid let out a soft moan when they attempted to lift the elf without making him gush her cum onto the not-so-clean uniform, which made Dan’en smirk as she sat on the bed, her sweaty balls leaving a lewd print on the expensive mattress and bed sheets. The two servants rushed to help their master out of the bathroom and onto the bed, uncaring that their uniform was stained with mixed fluids or that their bare crotches were rubbing all over his skin. Velar’en huffed and moaned, his hands trying to reach for Mael’s fat cock to stroke it and for Maeve’s pussy, her spade oozing on his digits. “Thank you very much.” Dan’en smiled. “So, I take you’ve been having fun.” Dan’en patted her love’s head as she pumped another few gallons down his throat just as casually as someone might strike a normal conversation.

“Ma’am, you know we put your wellbeing far above ours, we were instructing the servants to resume their duties.” Mael gave her a courteous nod as his knot swelled for a brief second and a long strand of spunk flew in the air, landing on his master’s face. Dan’en licked it up and made him blush. “The rabble was clearly far too busy fucking each other to care about the mansion and their duties so I drilled them back in.” He smiled as the elven lady stared at his throbbing cock with hunger. “Maeve, get some towels and clean the lord.”

“No.” Dan’en stopped both of them immediately. “I’m sure you know what is going on, my dear puppies: Vel and I are no longer the sole lords of this household anymore, Galar is… how shall I put it… he’s my new lover, mate, your new master and owner.” She huffed in pride as her partner blushed and came just at the mention of the gryphon’s name and the new hierarchy he’d put in place. “Take care of Galar as you’d do for Vel and take care of Vel and I as normal, though now you’ll have far more pleasant duties to uphold, one of which is making sure my cock is cleaned every morning before I go about my day, that Vel’s ass is primed and that Galar is well fed and has a steady stream of servants to take care of his needs while I, Vel or Ella are not there to service him, alright?.” She smiled again. “Maeve, no towels for him, no showers, just tongue baths. Maybe a golden shower every now and then.” The tiger maid whined and looked back and forth between the two elves. “Things are different now, you don’t have to worry anymore honey, feel free to open your mouth and begin cleaning him.”

“A-are you sure… ma’am?” Maeve opened his mouth and a flood of precum spilled forth onto his maid uniform, his expression one of lust mixed with worry as his spade oozed juices onto his legs. “I’m…” He immediately closed his mouth in shame.

“Honey, you can stop hiding it.” Mael grabbed the wolf maid and dragged him closer, his cock sandwiched between his legs as the spade rubbed on the taut red rocket’s flesh, then dived in for a kiss. Maeve howled as he replied to the kiss, his lips parting slightly, precum pouring out along with a tongue that didn't quite look nor behave like a tongue and more like a huge, slimy, nimble cock. The butler huffed and parted his lips, letting his husband’s cock slide in as he began to suckle upon the wolf’s unique anatomy as he humped and teased his pussy. “Master Galar will surely make the future better for both of us and Master Dan’en has vouched for herself and her husband already.”

Mael growled as he felt the blushing tiger’s cock grow, lengthen, swell within his maw and pour pre within his own, filling every nook and cranny with squirming flesh before parting. Maeve’s cock tongue hung fully outside, a thick, throbbing, meaty wolf shaft that moved in ways no tongue could and stood where no cock should be. By all accounts it should’ve been a tiger cock spreading his lips wide, yet it was exactly like the head butler’s own. It seemed that the gods had blessed the elven household with a wonderful array of knotted shafts of all types.

“Then I shall bathe Master Velar’en.” Maeve knelt and started licking the elven male’s feet with his tongue, leaving slimy pre all over the soles and between the toes rather than saliva.

“Just call him Velar’en, he’s no master anymore.”

“With due respect, I think the habit will be hard to drop, you and Master Velar’en are still the ones who gave us shelter and a life worth living.” Mael briefly smiled and nodded his head towards the elven lady. Dan’en huffed and let go of her cock while the wolf at her partner’s feet cleaned his body, swallowing the wads of cum, sweat, grime and piss he collected and spread his own brand of slimy pre in their place.

“As for you, Mael, happy your husband is finally free to talk in public?”

“Immensely so, my lady.” Mael was in heaven as he watched the love of his life slather their previous master with his cock-tongue, his spade freely gushing on the floor. “I shall thank master Galar later for this gift.” He bowed in the direction of the barn where the gryphon was busy getting his rocks off with one of the few stallions he’d not broken in just yet. After that ceremonial bow, the butler knelt and started doing the same thing as Maeve, his tongue sliding over the herm’s massive sack and lapping up the mixed fluids upon it to clean it up.

“How long have you known this was going to happen?” Dan’en moaned as the wolf’s broad tongue licked her sensitive balls, his strong paws massaging her sore feet, spreading her cum and Velar’en’s own onto her skin.

“My lady, I’ve known about your passion for gryphons for decades. Ever since you and your husband first took the two of us in, as a matter of fact. That day you were late to greet us and some of the new staff because… oh yes, there was a stray gryphon roaming about, one of Sir Faer’s own that had decided to bother some of the mares at the stable. I remember you saying that you were scared the beast would snap at you so you hid in one of the stalls.” He huffed, relishing the taste of gryphon cum over the elf’s immense sack and the salty taste dancing upon his tongue. “We figured out you’d actually helped the beast escape so that you could… enjoy his many gifts in private.” The wolf looked up at her but he couldn’t meet her gaze: from his position, her cock was in the way and the massive, throbbing spire was so big and girthy her face was completely hidden behind it. “On top of that, our noses noticed the sweaty handkerchiefs you hid around the house after Sir Vaer’s visits long ago and when Master Galar arrived, we knew he’d catch your attention. Hence why I’ve made sure to rearrange some of the guards’ paths like I do whenever gryphons are nearby… I do pride myself in making sure no one but us canines has picked up on your little vice, my lady.” Mael pressed his nose in the cleft between sheath and balls, taking a sniff so deep and raunchy he howled and came, his cock gushing all over her sack, painting it in white streaks of potent wolf spunk, undoing all the work his tongue had put in. “Mmhhh… I expected to have to hide you and your passionate nights with Master Galar from Master Velar’en for the next few years, not that in barely a couple days I’d gain a gryphon as master…”

“Oh, Galar is quite the… how do I put it…” She tapped her chin pensively, flexing her cock over and over as she filled her mind with images of her lover’s brash yet calculative behaviour: she’d realised he was far smarter than appearances suggested, but hadn’t taken into consideration the effect of musk and the sheer hypnotic attraction that being presented with the gryphon’s jewels and rod could hold. “… well he is smart and handsome… ah, yes, irresistible, that’s the word. He has no need to wait when he can simply be and anyone falls before him.”

“Well said, my lady.” Mael kissed the elf’s sack gently and lovingly, licking his way up those immense nuts, along the creases beneath the sheath, tasting cum, piss, sweat, ass and raunchy flesh all at once, the flavours sizzling on his tongue growing stronger the closer he came to the flare.

“Calm down, Mael, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, you know?” Dan’en smiled and gave the butler a few pets as if he were a feral animal despite his stature and their long shared history. “You’ll have time to polish this bone later.”

“Thank you…” Mael reeled in from the second hands-free orgasm his mistress and master had granted him, his cock gushing and throbbing madly as he resumed cleaning her sweaty with long loving licks.

By their side, Velar’en was still very much stuck to her knot and behind the head butler, Maeve had done quite the number on the male elf’s feet, having turned them into precum slickened messes rather than anything even closely resembling to something clean or suitable for the lord of the house, even as far as he’d fallen. The white tiger’s wolfish cock gushed and spurted cum every now and then, adding to the mess made in wonderfully raunchy ways.

“Maeve, please work on something else other than his feet, I know you enjoy pleasing mine every evening but Master Vel is surely sore from Master Galar’s love and needs your touch.”

Maeve nodded, momentarily pulling his cocktongue inside his lips, letting it swim in its own fluids for a few seconds, long strands of gooey pre oozing from his lips when he let it out again, a shining knotted shaft raring to slide over flesh and bury itself somewhere nice and tight, or sloppy and loose, Maeve hardly cared after all. The peculiar tiger smiled, his cock twitching and swelling fatter as he inched his way forward, spreading the elven lord’s legs nice and wide before burying his muzzle inside those noble asscheeks. The stench, the reek, the absolutely undeniable scent and taste of the muskiest, thickest, most virile gryphon cock in existence washed over Maeve with the strength of a thousand armies all at once: his nose flared as he took in the reek, his cock swelled to its limits as it tasted the flesh of his new master and the abundant cum left inside, leaking out in thin rivers even now. Velar’en howled around his wife’s meaty knot, eyes rolling so far back they disappeared behind his skull as the tiger suddenly shoved his cocktongue inside his slutty slutty donut and began cleaning him out in the most perverse way possible right as his wife’s sack gurgled and fired a few more gallons of thick cum right in his stomach, adding a good inch to the pregnant paunch he was sporting.

“Thank you, with how hard Galar fucked him I’m sure he will enjoy some tender attention to his backside.” Dan’en chuckled and caressed her love’s face as she gently pulled her sheath over his nose, letting him enjoy her body even further. The Elven Lord whined and came, gushing like a fountain all over his swollen dome and onto the floor with no shame nor hints of regret for having been turned into such a state by his wife of a millennium. “Oh, would you mind having some breakfast delivered soon? I am starving. Doing the fucking is quite the arduous task and I am very much in need of nourishment.”

“Of course, my lady, it shall be done immediately.” The butler nodded and pulled on a hidden string behind the door that warned the kitchen to get the necessary foodstuffs delivered as soon as possible.

However, the two lords’ influence over the manor had spread Galar’s stench far and wide, further cementing the gryphon’s claim to the entirety of the grounds the elves owned, be it things or people, and while things don’t have to contend with the wonderful effects of smelling like gryphon cock, balls, sweat and cum, people did. As the minutes passed and food did not arrive, Mael left his husband to rimming the High Elven Lord as he went to the kitchen with the full intention of berating the staff. Laying on tables, on the ground, rutting against the shelves of the pantry, dumping loads upon loads of seed or spraying fresh food with squirts, the kitchen was in no way of operating at any sort of capacity. The wolf had to beat some sense into them, though by beating this situation required more fucking than anything else, which was slow, pleasurable and oh so very much chaotic. He returned half an hour later to the master bedroom with an entourage of wobbling humans whose asses and pussies had been thoroughly sated, filled and overfilled to the point walking was a hazard for those at the very end of the line. But Dan’en was already asleep on the bed, snoring, her husband still very much tied to her cock and, of course, Maeve snout deep inside Velar’en’s ass, having nearly crammed his entire head inside the elven rump in the search for more and more gryphon cum.

Of course the bedroom was emptied of all distractions as the two masters of the manor took time to rest, sleep and wait till Dan’en’s massive unholy knot deflated enough to get it out of her husband’s mouth. That was not a permission to slack off in any way of course, as Mael grabbed the reins of the situation once more and whipped the servants into proper shape, sometimes with punishments, sometimes with rewards, sometimes with promises of visits to the stables or threats of being denied the pleasure of orgasms for long, long periods of time.

“Mhh…” Dan’en woke up a good while later, as the sun was already high in the sky and the noon bells of the many clocks of the house had long since rang and stopped. She yawned and scratched her belly, finding herself soaked with sweat. The first conscious breath she took made her tense up and whine, the smell of sex, raunchy passion and bestial lust all at once. “Mmhh!” She huffed, flexing her fingers within the vast sheets of her bedding that she had somehow ended up slipping in after passing out. “Honey?” She reached out, searching for Velar’en as any other day for the past thousand years, but found nothing to her left or her right, only more sheets. However, the space between her loins was rather cramped, something weighing her down a lot and her cock, which was tenting the bedding like a mighty tent pole, felt the soft touches of hands, faint breaths and long, slutty licks all over its flesh. “Mh Vel, what are you doing?” She pulled the sheets away, revealing her manhood in all of its sweaty, cum covered, stallion-like glory and the elf who was slobbering on it. For the briefest of moments the elven lady was confused: why did she have a cock, why was it shaped like a horse’s, why was her husband covered in cum and polishing her spear like a common whore, but then she remembered. “Oh by the Lords, I must have collapsed…”

“Y-yes… me too…” Velar’en blushed as he emerged from behind her cock, face covered in all sorts of fluids, old and new, his breath heavy with the stench of cum, piss and ballsweat. He inched closer to her and gave his wife a kiss which she did not refuse nor shy away from, both of them relishing in the perverted flavours mixing upon their taste buds like the first time she’d tried rimming him and then made out with him moments later upon their second century of marriage. “Slept well?”

“With you stuck on my cock? Of course.” She smiled and licked some precum staining his left cheek. “I think I dumped a few loads inside you while you were on it.”

“A dozen.” He patted his obscenely fattened gut, making his taut skin slosh and dimple as the shapes of eggs appeared from underneath. “What a weird feeling… being… pregnant? Should we say I am pregnant?” A look of playful confusion blossomed on the elven male’s face as his wife’s own visage took a much less wholesome one, her eyes greedily taking in the sight of her husband so thoroughly stuffed with cum, eggs and piss that he looked like a gravid mare.

“Egg-laden would be more apt… for a broodmother such as yourself, isn’t it?” She chuckled as her cock swelled fatter and oozed precum by the pint every other second. Velar’en gulped, shivering from head to toes as his ass clenched in shock and shame and pleasure. “After all, isn’t that what a gryphon female heavy with eggs is called? Broodmother… it has a nice… ring to it…” Her hands caressed her husband’s gut, feeling the eggs she had crammed in there, each of them pumped from her balls down her cock into his maw, treating his upper body like the lower half of any careless brothel worker. “Lumbering, heavy, fat with eggs, leaking cum all over the place, reeking of cock and sweat and piss…” Dan’en breathed in deeply. “And speaking of which, my love… your morning bath is ready.” She stood up without saying another word as the sheets were thrown out of the way, her hand aiming her massive cock towards him as the steady stream of precum stopped and made way for a torrent of frothy golden piss, splattering all over his front, his face, his chest and soaking into the bed. “Ohhhhh by all our ancestors and their gods! MMh!” Her toes flexed in the growing stain upon their bed, the same bed that had seen them consummate their first night together a thousand years before. Her morning piss was strong, heavy, powerful, a perfect gold that Velar’en had no qualms to accept, crawling on his knees, gut resting upon his thighs and on the mattress, hands cupped as his mouth hung wide open. “MMahaha!!” The pleasure was such that as soon as her bladder was fully empty, her hands began to stroke her flesh, gliding across sweaty cockflesh now made saltier with the splatter of her urine, her flare throbbing and swelling fatter as a mighty orgasm wracked her body right then and there.

“Dan’en!!” Velar’en cried out with love, lust, utter debauchery, swallowing a mouthful of piss as the next one became full of thick ball batter, the twin fluids mixing upon his skin, raunchy, sticky, salty, perfect as anything his wife gave him could ever be. The elven Lord took every rope of thick jizz she shot at him, one, two, ten, fifteen, thirty and more, her orgasm just as endless as her bladder but far more abundant and savoury. “MMHyyy looooveeeeeeee!” Under the barrage of cum, he reached his climax as well, arching his back, smaller ropes losing themselves in a torrential downpour of creamy white.

Yet even such sudden and seemingly overwhelming pleasure had to end and soon it did, if soon meant several more minutes of ceaseless orgasm that only grew to higher and higher realms until it just began to ebb and wane. Panting, gasping for air, laying in each other’s arms, covered in piss and cum and sweat and reeking so much of sex that the air around them itself seemed to form a thin fog that tasted like balls and ass. Breakfast was soon delivered by the usual entourage that now had been made well aware that their duties and tasks hadn’t been rendered null and void merely because the Lady of the House had grown a monstrously huge cock and their High Master was now a feral gryphon instead of an Elf. This time the two elves were able to enjoy some food, or at least Dan’en was, since Velar’en was so very full of all manner of perverse things, though he still had space for some sweets, he was heavily pregnant, after all.

And of course, seeing that now neither of them was busy fucking, the elves’ junk was free for the staff to clean and polish to a mirror-shine to the best of their abilities: a horde of beyond musk-addled humans crowded around Dan’en’s cock and balls, burying their faces into her soft yet dense sack, licking her shaft from sheath to flare as precum flowed by the barrel onto their naked bodies, while around Velar’en they were cradling his egg-laden form, caressing his gut, cleaning the endless loads gushing from his ass as well as scraping old cum and fresh piss from his skin, though it did nothing to remove the stench of those who had claimed his body as their own. Orgasms happened left and right as the smells, tastes, the warmth and the noises created a wonderfully perverse chorus of arousal that caused the staff to continually, erratically, endlessly burst in hands-free peaks of pleasure of such magnitude the air became a little thicker with lust and the taste of ball sweat. If only slightly.

Breakfast lasted far longer than it needed to be, as both got lost in the worship and the nigh-addictive rush of delectable fun that being so openly perverse, debauched and free gave them. It was a constant stream of bliss, one that never ended and never got stale, kept wonderfully potent by the reek of sex in the air that was now so thick the two Elven Lords could taste the cocks and sacks and taints of everyone present from where they sat, their own junk slobbered over lavishly and greedily by greedy hungry maws and tongues.

“Let us return to Galar, our lovely wolf has been hogging him for far too long and that is simply unfair to us.” Dan’en chuckled as she stood up, her cock whacking one of the humans in the face, leaving behind a slick, dick-shaped cummy print that nearly knocked her out of commission so heavy and stiff the Elven slab of horsecock was. “And I’m sure that He will enjoy seeing you even more gravid with eggs.” Her flare swelled and fired a fat wad of cum so high it splattered on one of the paintings in the far end of the room, one depicting the couple’s parents, giving Dan’en’s own mother a pearl necklace and a nice sloppy glaze.

Velar’en readily agreed, wobbling on unsteady feet as he got used to walking with an even greater weight crammed into his guts, his ass so wonderfully abused and thoroughly stretched by ungodly thick cockflesh that he hardly stopped leaking even as he clamped down with all his might. The trail of still warm elf and gryphon cum followed the two as they made their way back to the stables, one step at a time, half naked servants bowing to them as their cocks stood stiff and their pussies dripped constantly all over the place. It had been barely two days since Galar had bred the two High Elven Lords and already the traces of the prim and proper manor, with its wonderfully trimmed hedges, the well-crafted sculptures, the neatly arranged cobblestones that swirled in exotic designs when seen from a very specific spot from the Master Bedroom, were slowly taking on a more… relaxed atmosphere. Of course, nothing had changed in the designs and order themselves, but stains of cum, piss and pussy juice were near omnipresent, with people fucking left and right, masturbating over flowers, fucking under ancient trees, getting and receiving blowjobs over benches designed by great artists… even the dogs and animals that lived upon the grounds joined in, sometimes keeping to themselves, sometimes taking servants along with them as cocks got wet and pussies and asses got filled with seed. Two days, if even that, to change a noble Elven household to a den of sex and lust that reeked of cum and ass and animals.

The return trip from the manor to the stables took longer than when the two Lords had left the day before, on the account of Velar’en being even more gravid and heavy than before, while Dan’en was hardly any less horny or her balls any less full compared to when the gryphon had let her out of his own sack. As they opened the doors to the barn, slowly, the stench of rut, cum, sweaty crotchfur, sweatier gryphon balls and everything in between crashed into their senses: a hot raunchy mix of raw virility that had gotten so thick the air felt sticky and dense like water, foggy as sweat evaporated in the sheer warmth of the occupant inside worse than a sauna. Dan’en barely registered the fact that she’d started cumming on the spot, only noticing her cock was blasting rope after rope after rope when the splattering of her seed had grown nearly as loud as the sounds of Galar’s balls hammering into their most prized stallion’s ass. At her side Velar’en wobbled and came just as hard, clutching on his belly as the eggs within seemed to move and feel their sire close-by, clacking and sloshing inside a wonderfully perverse mix of cum and piss.

Galar turned his head as a faint whiff of clean air, if the air outside the stable could be considered clean, though it reeked somewhat less of sex than within, and a smirk appeared on his visage, eyes slightly shut as he laid his eyes upon the state the two were in: covered in drying cum, leaking, cumming, reeking of sweat and everything perverse. Perfect. The gryphon huffed and pulled back, his cock leaving an ever growing gape in the stallion’s rump until his ungodly massive flare popped out, the horse’s pucker now a cavernous tunnel leaking freshly pumped cum down his taint and on those furry nuts as the poor beast came from the mere feeling of the flare scraping his insides on its way out. Buckets, tubs of virile seed continued to gush from Galar’s mighty cock, his flesh steaming with juices and heat, cum pipe yawning wide with each pump from a pair of nuts that had not grown any less virile or full despite the constant fucking, breeding and cumming.

Dan’en bowed, her cock nestling in between her tits, giving them yet another glaze while Velar’en was doing everything he could just to keep standing on his two feet as he shambled his way towards the gryphon’s beyond sweat-soaked balls and planted his face right in the middle of those orbs and sniffed.

“Hello my love.” Dan’en kissed Galar’s beak, licking it as she smelled pussy and ass upon its hard surface, lapping up the flavour of those he’d shoved it into. The gryphon chirped, a claw reaching for her balls and cock, stroking her length, cupping her watermelon-sized nuts, feeling the heft and weight of her junk. He nodded with satisfaction and pride. “Where is the wolf?” Upon the floor of the stable were a dozen stallions, all of them crammed full of cum, bellies swollen to absurd sizes, yet of their caretaker there was no trace. Galar let out a soft warble of amusement, flexing his cock and rump as a loud squelch came from behind and a moan echoed from the depths of his bowels along with a cascade of cum from his puffy rim onto Velar’en below, dousing the elf in wolf seed from head to toe. “You’ll have to let her out eventually, she is your steward, after all.” Dan’en smiled as she caressed the feathers upon her new love’s cheeks.

The gryphon huffed, pushing her on her back upon a cum-soaked bed of hay, denying the High Elven Lord slobbering over his backside the chance to get another lick in as his sack swayed out of reach for a brief moment. Laying down, Dan’en was vulnerable, open for anything the beast wanted to do to her and she gladly accepted her role: while she might have been in charge of everything and the one standing above Velar’en, she stood beneath the gryphon. Her arms rested behind her head, her hair, once pristine and perfect, now covered in cum and mixing with hay and spent fluids, her legs spread wide apart as her cock throbbed above her belly. Galar brushed her throbbing flesh with his beak, lapping up the salty fluids and flavours covering all of her length as fat wads of precum splattered on his cheeks and feathers.

But it was soon very clear that enjoying the throbbing warmth of her cock or the wetness of the fluids on his muzzle was not his goal, as much as Dan’en might have enjoyed getting her shaft caressed by her Master’s silky throat. Instead Galar pushed her balls aside and wormed his beak behind them, letting her remember that, despite her new and humongous pride, she was still very much a woman. Laying forgotten for hours, days even, the High Elf’s pussy gushed with a waterfall of juices the moment it felt the contact of the gryphon’s beak. Dan’en squealed and collapsed atop her Master, her balls draped like heavy bags of grain atop his nares as his beak rubbed back and forth against her swollen lips. Her legs could not hold her upright and she fell, cock flopping wildly as her thighs became stained with juices, her mouth open in a soundless cry of utter bliss from nothing more than a light brush.

She gasped and panted heavily, caressing her heaving chest, hands running across her immense breasts, cock resting right in between. With a claw, Galar brushed her sack out of the way and let some light be shed upon her hidden nethers: covered in a soft peachy fuzz of the same shade of brown as her sheath, was a winking, slick beyond belief, enormous just like her junk, mare cunt. It took all the space between her thighs, big enough to fit an arm and then some, adorned with a clit the size of a walnut that appeared with every wink that revealed the pure pink insides of her new depths. Dan’en realised what he wanted and spread her legs, but again, she did not quite understand everything just yet: Galar grunted as the wolf inside his ass crawled her way out, slick with the cum she’d spilled while being trapped in there, her cock still so very very hard. Ella was soaked to the bone with her own seed and ass sweat to the point she looked as if she’d just taken a bath, a most raunchy and debauched bath that would make most experienced town whores blush and feel prudish. Wordlessly the wolf stood up, wobbling as the world no longer squeezed and massaged her, finally upright after many hours trapped in a gryphon rump like a glorified living dildo.

Despite her being musk-drunk, her nose so chock-full of her Master’s virile stench that she smelled nothing but the reek of sweat and cum and her own lack of pride for having stooped so low as to wish to be able to crawl back inside immediately, Ella’s brain picked up on the cues fast and with troubling precision. She grabbed Dan’en, lifting her up and carrying her upon a breeding mount meant for normal stallions to plow and relieve their needs in the absence of proper mares. Of course, the mount was never used, on the account of the wolfess gladly tending to those studs nightly, resulting in happy horses and hundreds of loads that would’ve sired whole herds of prime specimens guzzled by her hungry ass and maw. Ella strapped the shivering High Elf upon the mount with soft bridles, the hybrid herm’s cock hilting within the confines of the faux mare cunt, her ungodly massive cock so long the flare popped out of the other side as her balls swayed heavily beneath her dripping wet pussy. Galar huffed, satisfied, his far more immense cock stiff and proud, caked in the juices of horses and barrels of cum. Barely wasting a single breath’s time, the gryphon trotted towards his quarry, jumped atop the mount, which looked so small compared to him, and pressed his titanic flare against Dan’en’s mare lips.

Gushes of ejaculate splattered upon that soft, spongy, buckler-sized flare, adding more layers of fluids as he pushed, spreading her folds wide open inch after inch, popping inside so very lewdly and loudly, dumping a titanic gush of precum within her depths, painting them off-white as her body welcomed his flesh like a glove welcomes a hand. She was made for him, to take him, her insides spacious, wide, almost as endless as his length as feet of gryphoncock slid deeper and deeper and deeper until it met her womb and barged inside without knocking. Dan’en took everything he had to offer and then even more, her pussy lips making out with his soft sheath as he ground his haunches against her rump, mashing their bodies together in a cacophony of grunts and huffs and cum as his girth and advancing flare pushed down on her prostate and made her orgasm with her entire being all at once.

Her load gushed forth, buckets upon buckets, dumped upon the sloshing form of one of the many stallions that once reigned champions over many racetracks and that now were so big and crammed with gryphon seed that they’d likely never recover fully. Left behind, both Velar’en and Ella crawled onto the cum stained ground and threw themselves over Galar’s balls, nose and snout pressed tightly against those sweaty, furry, sloshing orbs as they swayed back and forth with every thrust of the gryphon’s mighty hips. Galar chirped, calmly cramming every foot of cock he had into his lover he had, relishing in the feeling of her soft silken walls and the wonderfully crafted pussy borne within his balls now getting filled with the very same batter that had created it in the first place. His wings were spread, flapping to give him more purchase as he bred Dan’en with such strength that had her body not been made stronger and tougher, she’d have certainly struggled to keep up. Yet she was not only able to withstand his love for her, but to push back, squeezing her folds around his immense girth, her womb kissing his flare as her cervix yawned around it, trapping his spongy flesh within her very innermost depths. Her own cock was rammed in and out of the mount’s faux pussy, though it lacked the ability to milk her dry or the warmth and stretchiness of a real muff. She came and came and came, her prostate mashed by thick gryphon cock, her pussy stretched by thick gryphon cock, her womb filled by thick gryphon cock, her brain and senses dominated by thick gryphon cock to the point that she felt nothing beyond what thick gryphon cock could give her.

Even as her orgasms became endless, chained together one after the other without pause, her pussy leaking so much that it was more akin to a fountain than anything else and her cock more akin to a firehose aimed at a raging fire, even as she felt egg after egg after egg after egg being crammed into her womb, cementing yet another one of Galar’s many clutches inside his harem, even as her husband massaged the gryphon’s balls, helping deliver each of the dozen eggs that she was gifted by her Lover and master, Dan’en only wanted more and more and more and more and more. As night crept closer, as the breeding mount was crushed into splinters, as cum washed like a tide on the floor, as her belly swelled immensely, the orgy only continued onwards.

Gravid, full of life, Dan’en, Ella and Velar’en worshipped their Master, loving his body, licking his sweat, sniffing his stench, drinking his cum, polishing his cock, caressing his sack and debasing themselves further and further. Velar’en was the first to feel the eggs within him shift and move, and still he did not stop spit-shining Galar’s cock, when the first shell spread his donut wide open, forcing it to yawn as a head-sized shape pushed past his rim, when his pucker itself became more and more puffy and soft with each one that he laid behind his ass while still worshipping thick gryphon cock, when his pucker finally became far closer to a horse’s fat donut than anything any Elf or High Elf should’ve had, he still did not stop. Behind him lay a dozen eggs, huge, shining with cum and juices of all sorts, his bowels gaping, so very painfully empty. Ella was next, interrupting her ball-polishing as her stomach squirmed and her throat bulged, her body completely changed by Galar’s musk, pheromones and ass to give birth to his eggs via a most unconventional way. Her mouth hung wide open as she let the shapes within her slide atop her sweat-soaked, cum-addicted taste buds, letting her perverted cargo of eggs slip through her throat one after the other atop Velar’en’s own pile, left hungry and empty.

And still Galar kept fucking Dan’en, pulling out only several hours after, his cock immediately under attack by the two starving sluts who’d just laid his clutches, only to immediately bury it back inside one of them again. Juices flowed, orgasm racked up in intensity, quantity, abundance and strength with each subsequent load from either of the four cumming, moaning, grunting, sweating bodies. The orgy eventually moved places, from the luxurious though wholly unacceptable stable, to the main living room of the Manor, soon painted with cum as precious silks was stained with ass and ball sweat, as cum and juices flowed, as Galar relieved his bladder right atop the one-of-a-kind couch gifted by Dan’en’s family upon their honeymoon’s return, as the two-thousand-year old oakwood of the dining table was stacked with eggs taken care of by naked and leaking servants.

Several Months later

“Oh, there you are!” A boisterous, familiar voice boomed across the foyer as Faer waltzed across the shiny floor tiles, his clothes fluttering in the light breeze coming through a dozen open windows upon that windy day. “I was wondering where everyone was!” The High Elf sped up the pace and hugged his friend, squeezing the smaller Velar’en in his arms, but soon parting from the embrace. “Heavens, you stink like a gryphon’s ass!”

“Sadly I do, I was having a wonderful ride with Galar and unfortunately happened to get behind him as he decided to scratch his ass on a tree.” Velar’en shrugged, Faer laughed loudly, giving his friend a strong pat on the back.

“That is a wonderful story, you’ll have to tell me more later. Where is this wonderful gryphon, by the way? I was so shocked when you wrote to me that you have one of your own and I couldn’t help but wonder what sort of beast you caught.” The two walked through empty halls that faintly smelled of sweat and feral beasts. Faer noticed, yet since his host hadn’t brought it up, he stayed silent, yet the lack of servants, staff or anyone around them for the whole journey from foyer to the bowels of the Manor did seem rather odd. “Say, where’s everyone?”

“Preparing the main dining room for our little party, I want you to meet Galar and then celebrate the event.” Faer nodded upon hearing those words, though his nose was flaring more and more the closer they got to the dining room.

“And where is Galar exactly?”

“Right here.”

Velar’en opened the doors of the room where the party was going to be held and welcomed his friend inside, quickly offering him several wonderful treats, sweet and sour, each masterfully cooked and prepared. Faer ate a few, letting the concoctions melt upon his tongue like honey, each and every one perfect, each having a subtle yet identical aftertaste. One snack became two and then ten, twenty, until the High Elf was basically cramming the next load of food into his mouth. The servants standing by smiled softly as Velar’en quietly disrobed while his friend ate, too busy gorging to notice that now the Lord of the Manor was naked, his cock hard, his ass plugged with a massive shiny silver plug and his belly somehow several times bigger. Only when heavy steps and the stench of sweat and ass and cum and sex assaulted Faer’s senses did he notice that something was amiss.

Velar’en was on his knees in front of the biggest, most beautiful male gryphon he’d ever seen, hands holding the beast’s immense cock as gushes of precum splattered upon a belly that hadn’t been there when the High Elf had been clothed. Dan’en was by the gryphon’s side, smiling, naked as well but sporting an erect cock that put a stallion’s own to shame, her own gut fat and clearly gravid with many shapes that belied a perverted, bestial, absolutely debauched paternity.

“Hello, Faer, it has been a while, would you like to meet Galar?” The High Elven lady licked her lips, her cock throbbing as the huge animal puffed his chest, slowly approaching the stunned, unmoving guest to the new Master of the Manor. Velar’en, deprived of cock to slobber over, crawled on his knees over to his wife and planted his face into her sack, sniffing, snorting, licking and kissing her orbs. “He has been so very eager to meet you, isn’t that right, my love?”

“Indeed, I have many things to discuss with you regarding our future endeavours.” Galar huffed, his gravelly voice shaking the Elf to his core as gushes of precum stained expensive pants and revealed a most stiff and aching cock trapped beneath. “Much to discuss, but not after we acquaint ourselves for a while.”