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The sun was warm overhead, the sky a high light blue and free of clouds; trees on either side of the bronze-scaled dragoness's cozy forest glade gently swayed and rustled in the light breeze that played through the valley, accompanying the sounds of insects, songbirds, and distantly the calls of other sorts of creatures who didn't dare come close enough for a dragon to see. It was a perfect afternoon, thought the dragoness, marred only when she lifted her head at a distant noise and saw a single gray-white gryphon descending leisurely in her direction.

So much for peaceful exile. Even from a distance the green cog-wheel design was visible standing out from the silver of his armor breastplate; there must have been plenty of time over the winter to have it repainted and polished after how well she'd dented it the last time she'd seen him. At least despite having seen nary a feather of the gryphon since the previous autumn, her long habit of seeking secluded, defensible positions had helped her choose her basking spot well: trees to either side and the sheer cliff face of a mountain looming behind meant nobody would be able to try to take a pass at her from the sides or back, at least not without crashing and likely hurting themselves as much or more than any damage they did to her sturdy scales--but she checked anyway, glancing in all directions as she rolled to her paws and shook her wings loose with a growl. She saw no sign of the rest of the gryphon's wing, but she knew if he was there, then they couldn't be far.

He touched down a few dragon-lengths away from her, his head bobbing and beak clacking in greeting. "General Kharressa. It's been a while."

Kharressa hissed, not about to use [i]his[/i] rank in response: for one, she was hardly a general anymore after the King's Army was disbanded, and for two, his rank--on the opposing side, no less--was much lower. "Not fucking long enough," she growled back.

"And where would that leave me, without the delight of your banter, and of watching your dazzling scales in flight? Surely [i]you[/i] have missed the thrill of the chase and the excitement of battle, especially against such a charming and clever foe." He preened the leading edge of one of his wings, his eyes bright as he looked over it at her.

"You just like looking at my ass," she snorted. He could be amusing to trade insults with and was a challenging and more importantly honorable foe, but she'd really hoped his Federation had given up the chase this time, and her voice rumbled on growling quietly after her retort, tail snapping back and forth behind her. It wasn't near so easy for [i]her[/i] to enjoy their clashes when the stakes were so high!

He made an amused warbling sound. "You're the one who keeps flashing it at us! And the corruptive influence of a dragon is legendary, no matter how improper it may be to desire after another with whom I am not bonded," he said, lifting a paw to his chest.

She tossed her head in annoyance. "Don't tell me after all this time [i]you've[/i] started believing all your humans' nonsense scripture. Just because we don't [i]repress[/i] ourselves like they do..."

"Believe? No, this is a strategic alliance, I've just heard more than my fill of them going on and on to the converts and to any Kingdom dragons who surrendered." He bobbed his head at her, as if to say, that could include her, then chirped and grandly spread his wings. "For us gryphons, this has been all about territory, and we've gained plenty."

The exaggerated motions made her tense, and when the rest of his band didn't spring from wherever they were hiding she snarled at him. "What are you doing here, Topelus?" she snapped her teeth. "We're hundreds of miles into the Wilderness. Even with all that new territory of yours we're pretty far outside your fucking jurisdiction!"

His ears perked up. "I bring my fucking jurisdiction wherever I go," he said, with a rock of his hips for emphasis, though his armor kept him concealed and well protected back there.

"Oh? You were just quoting your Federation's doctrine at me, they sound very strict about that sort of thing. Or is one of the hens your wife, in the humans' record-keeping and everything?" She checked the sky again--still clear of other gryphons--and wished she had a cave to retreat into. In a narrow space with her size and durability advantages, their greater numbers wouldn't matter.

"The females don't like being called that!" he said as if she hadn't been told a hundred times, chirping amusement. "Plan on reporting me to the priests? There aren't too many gryphons in the church, but if you let us bring you in maybe I'll let you find one to tell on me to--that way you'll get them angry at both of us. I mean, not that you could be in much [i]more[/i] trouble."

It wasn't like him to stall for time--she knew from plenty of previous brawls and escapes against him and his team that he wouldn't reveal himself until all his flight was in position. The question was what he was waiting for before they all pounced. "So you [i]are[/i] sinning, are you? Keep turning to the hens for comfort every time I shoot you down? Because I could have an old contact post a letter detailing this confession of yours, once I've driven you all off and made my lair somewhere new."

Once she'd voiced it the thought made her crumble a little inside. Even if her defensive instincts hadn't left her, she'd been living in isolation in the remote alpine Wilderness for months now, and she hadn't raised a claw except in her own defense since the end of the war, which at this point was a few years gone. She was [i]so tired[/i] of flying and relocating again and again. "But I could be persuaded to keep that to myself if you just leave me the hell alone!"

Topelus knew her well enough after years of cat-and-mouse to catch her change in tone, and he dropped the banter for a moment. "Our mission is clear: arrest the enemy general, bring her home for punishment. Maybe I don't listen to all their excessive rules of morality, but when it comes to [i]strategic[/i] objectives, I follow orders."

[i]"Punishment.[/i] Are you bringing me in for execution?"

It was a question she'd asked repeatedly, but one never knew if they were getting tired of her repeated refusals to surrender herself. "Those orders are unchanged. You're not a murderer, you're an enemy combatant, and the Council just wants you locked up to know someone so cunning and inspirational isn't out here fomenting rebellion."

She snorted. "I've heard how your Federation treats other dragons, I know what [i]locked up[/i] means. They're afraid I'm going to inspirationally fuck you all onto my side?"

"In [i]your[/i] case I assume it means fetters and pinions, and probably a muzzle if you can't stop saying [i]fuck[/i] all the time when we reach human lands. But if you're offering, you can finally stop teasing and let me under your tail to see if it makes me turn my plumage," he fluffed out the darker feathers atop his head and neck and clicked his beak, wings lifting to try to strike a pose--as if the smaller creature could impress her so.

"Keep dreaming." She arched her neck haughtily, lifting her wings to emphasize how much bigger she was. "I've seen what you're packing, I wasn't impressed." He was sure he'd just have some snappy response to that considering how many times she'd insulted his endowment, so she chose that moment to cut the chatter and charge--the gryphons could out-climb her, so she'd need a head start for her endurance to make the difference. He [i]always[/i] feinted to his left side, she knew it, and he surely knew she'd known it the last few encounters, and when she didn't change course he didn't dive and she bull rushed right into him, a forepaw deflected by the armor on his haunch and fangs snapping as he twisted his wing-feathers out of her grasp at the last moment. She shoved him away, twirled around swinging her tail to keep him off her wings while she spat fire in an arc back the way she'd come, warding off the attack from behind she was sure was coming.

As expected another gryphon had darted like lightning from the trees closer to the cliff face, and the ochre female squawked in alarm as she skidded to avoid the flames--but only one gryphon, not two or three. Oh how Kharressa missed having a spotter latched on between her wings to watch her blind spots and shoot at anyone who dared try attacking them! That meant she'd just turned her back on [i]three[/i] gryphons instead of one or two, and she dug her talons into the ground for traction, her wings unfurling as she dashed after her fire. This direction would have her climbing into the mountain face, but the heat from the fire she was starting could give her an extra updraft!

Except the grass wasn't catching; it only smoldered, still green and springy here unlike the drier scrubgrass back home in the old Kingdom that would have gone up in an instant. She still leapt and slammed her wings downward, but without the lift she was hoping for there was plenty of time for the two gryphons she hadn't forced on the defensive to tackle her, one latching onto her hind legs and the other grappling with her tail, yanking it to the side and throwing her off balance. Despite her snarl of resistance and rapid heavy pumps of her wings she couldn't right herself, the three of them crashing to the grass in a heap, where she immediately threw a heavy outward kick with her legs to dislodge both of the gryphons--but they weren't [i]that[/i] much smaller, especially the big green-winged male who clung doggedly to her hind legs, whose shoulder might have only been a foot or so below her own! The female attached to her tail struggled to maintain her grip on the muscular flexible limb, but it was enough to keep her from lashing it about, so she lifted her forepaws to batter one or both of them into letting go only to be intercepted by the remaining gryphons!

Sturdy armor met scales, and though neither gave both had the wind knocked out of them, the impact jarring her fangs together painfully just as she went for a bite in her defense. The dragoness snarled, her wings flapped against the grass, and the gryphons grappled doggedly with the might of her limbs, four of them against one dragon--a fight she'd eeled out of before, even [i]won[/i] before! She twisted and bucked and thrashed, beaks dueling snout, claws scraping against armor and fur and feathers, yet every second she stayed in their grasp it wore her down as all their strength combined managed to keep her at bay, unable to shake them off, unable to stand or fly so long as they held on, and every time she thought to draw breath to go for a desperate fire attack she seemed to get a blow beneath her ribs that set off smoky sputtering coughs instead! She scored a few blows here and there, even managed to flail a hind leg free and slip nearly half a length away before being pounced once more, the smaller female was half-choked by her coiling tail, yet they just wouldn't give her any space to turn her greater strength on them.

Maybe they'd had one chance too many at her, or perhaps her heart just wasn't in it anymore--she couldn't find the might in her body to wrench herself free this time, and finally they managed to force her front paws together, pinning her long enough to close cuffs about her wrists. Kharressa tugged hard and found them linked by a short, heavy chain; with her front paws restrained they managed to pin and shackle her hind legs as well, despite her continued labored snarls and writhing, determined resistance, then with the other three able to manage her bound claws Topelus at last disentangled himself, panting heavily himself from the effort, and bore down on her neck until he'd pinned her head in the grass. "Give it up, General. You are finally. Fucking. Under arrest."

She bared her fangs at him, snapped at the air, but gradually she went still, defeated at long last. "I noticed... the arrest." She hissed. "But this isn't much of a fucking."

"You just can't help yourself, can you!" said the ochre female, who still had most of her weight on her forelimbs, far from ready to let up after she'd managed to get away from them so many times. "Even now. Maybe the priests are right about the vulgarity of dragons."

"I think they're just wired that way, Treria." She didn't know the biggest male as well as the other three gryphons; he'd replaced an old veteran who'd evidently taken a wing-mauling the spring before as an excuse to retire, and he'd only been involved in the last two or three of their scraps. "Fight hard, get horny, take it out on whoever's in range."

Considering how dragon courtship rituals usually featured the male wrestling the female to submission in order to mount her, there might have been more than a little truth to his suggestion, not that she wanted to agree with them--even if she [i]was[/i] feeling a bit worked up at the moment. [i]"Your[/i] captain is the one who said it this time!" she said, thumping her tail on the ground. This was just a setback, she told herself. She could find a way out.

The last of the four was green and gray, and she too seemed hesitant to let go of her tail even with the manacles on her paws. "And you reciprocated--sounding awfully disappointed, too," she said, warbling.

"I bet he hears disappointment from a lot of females, doesn't he?" the dragoness said, trying to deflect the attention from herself and flashing a many-fanged grin at Topelus.

He sat on his haunches and looked away, ears flicking, tail twitching back and forth. "And yet they keep coming back for more."

Treria chirped. "Of course they do, because they need to make you keep going to satisfy them!"

"Hey! Friendly fire," said the captain, deflating a little. "Do [i]not[/i] make me start bragging."

"Bragging about what? You've showed it off before and it was not inspiring." She tried to lift her paws to demonstrate a minuscule length between them, but Treria put her paw on the chain and pushed them back to the ground.

"Maybe I'm not a [i]dragon,[/i] it's true." He stood again and sauntered closer, waggling his hind end a little so the concealing curve of his armor could catch her eye and perhaps stir her imagination of the sheath and balls beneath. "But I'm still bigger than any dragon you'll see in the Federation, with all of them in chastity."

She finally got to ask a question that had bugged her since she'd heard the rumors in the first place. "Well how come your priests make dragons get locked in that junk, but not you gryphons? It doesn't make for a fair comparison, and you aren't wearing any fucking clothes either! When you're off the battlefield, anyway," she huffed, glaring at his armor as if its purpose was to protect him from her gaze rather than her claws and fangs.

"Probably because you dragons have [i]no[/i] filter whatsoever," said the other male. "We know how to bottle it up when the humans are around!"

"It's true! Even a rookie like Duculus can act perfectly innocent and respectful among society," the other female put in, though Duculus couldn't seem to decide whether to look complimented by acknowledgment of his manners or offended by pointing out he was the most junior among them.

"So there's the little one... and the inexperienced one, who probably doesn't know how to last long. Do you two have to turn to each other to keep from getting too grumpy about their performance?"

One of the females chirped a laugh, but the other looked dangerously close to defending the males of their squadron--until Topelus cut them both off with a brief screech. "Enough, prisoner. Our capture kit [i]does[/i] include a chastity belt with your name on it, and unless you're in a hurry to put it on now, I suggest you stop mocking us."

Kharressa flinched. As much as she'd thought before about being captured and imprisoned, [i]that[/i] consequence of it had never really crossed her mind! Captivity and restraint would be dismal enough, but the thought of having control over even something so intimate taken away from her...

"I mean, I guess you'll have to wear it eventually regardless--and probably for quite a while since I doubt you'll be allowed to meet any potential mates in prison--but we also don't [i]have[/i] to put it on you until right before we reach the border."

She tried not to squirm in dismay, but it must have still shown on her snout because Treria said gently, "Pata, I don't think that helps..."

The dragoness gave in and writhed, pulling on the cuffs more from effort to pinch her haunches together than from any escape attempt. "Like it makes a difference!" she burst out after a moment. "Either you put the fucking thing on now or in a few days, and it's not like I'd have any options between now and then aside from you birds. And we've already covered [i]your[/i] inadequacies," she snorted--the taunt was second nature after years of rivalry with their wing, even though she probably more than half wanted the attention when there was no telling how long she might have to wait for whatever she didn't get now!

Topelus stomped forward to glare down at her, clacking his beak and loosening the codpiece of his armor; it gave enough space to show he'd started to emerge from his sheath, and the look in his eye promised a vigorous ride if she but asked for one. "I'm starting to think you've been trying to goad me into satisfying you since we finally dragged you down."

The teasing had been habit as much as real desire, but with the opportunity now before her and any excuse to be sought to stop them from locking her down further... "With that little thing? I'd hardly notice. But," she turned her head and licked her lips, "I'm sure one of the hens knows how to please a female."

Treria squawked, offended, but after a moment's hesitation Pata's ears perked in a sly gryphon smirk. "I'm game if you are, prisoner," she said with a flip of her tail. "I certainly don't need help finding it between your scales, the number of times you've flashed us," she said, then bobbed her head in Topelus's direction. "Captain?"

With his armor half off, shaft out and starting to stiffen, she surely hardly needed to ask. "You owe me... for all the insults," he said to the dragoness after a moment. "If you want me to give her permission... if you want any fun before we bring you in... then [i]I[/i] get this end." He gently pressed a paw to her cheek. "And you'll give all of us turns, if we want them."

The demand made her squirm from nosetip to tail, her chains softly rattling. The thought of having bitten off more than she could swallow after being made to submit spoke to her in a deeply thrilling way, and she felt her snout and jaw frills flush hot to match the building eagerness between her hinds, only encouraging her to keep goading him. She bared her fangs and ran her tongue over them. "You sure [i]you[/i] can handle that?"

The way he froze at the sight of her teeth told her that he might not have thought of what she [i]could[/i] do with them if she really wanted; but he only hesitated for a moment before saying, "only get one life anyway. Duculus, get the pinions on her wings, would you?"

The bigger male twitched like he'd completely lost focus--judging by the tension in his expression from his own burgeoning arousal straining against his armor, he surely had--and he made a low longing noise as he dug into one of the supply pouches on his armor for a pair of clasps to fit around her wing joints. She tucked them down to her back automatically: her focus was on the gryphon now standing over her, hip armor discarded to give access to his furry underside, and the gryphon cock and balls that despite all her insults were really perfectly adequate for his size--if still a little smaller and differently shaped than she was used to back when she wasn't isolated from other free dragons, but she was hardly going to say that now in her position! Well, she'd asked for this, she thought, her hind claws curling restlessly, and if she couldn't find a way to escape later and wanted to feel anything prior to the beginning of her imprisonment proper it was time to follow through...

Pata's beak got home first, and she made a low open-mouthed gasp as its tip nuzzled against her entrance, not the same texture as her scaly tailtip but just as hard and definitely [i]better[/i] feeling than anything she'd given herself lately--but she didn't even get to make a proper sound of approval before Topelus got tired of waiting, turned her chin with his paw and thrust forward to shove his tip right into her snout! The forcefulness made her front paws flinch and she tried to lift them briefly, but Treria still had her wary paw on those, and the feeling of the cuffs and chain holding them tight pushed her deeper into submission, helped along by Pata's narrow tongue darting out to tease while he pressed himself deeper, the sensation of her and the taste of him making her moan around his cock.

She longed to roll to her back and spread her hind legs wide to give Pata easier access; the cuffs and then the addition of Duculus's grip on her haunches when she started to shift forced her to stay on her side, so she could only writhe and pant as she gave and received pleasure in turn. Pata was indeed proving adept between her hinds, making her have to focus to give proper attention to the dick she was sucking--and doing well enough that Topelus huffed, "damn. Nnhh. Knew you... always... wanted the stud gryphon..." he said, beginning to hump her snout, of course when she was too occupied to retort! Then another lick closer to her clit made her scales shiver and she felt too good to want to huff back at him, just closing her eyes and bobbing her head against his motions, upping the pace of her suckling.

More flesh met her hind leg, and she wriggled a little: Duculus really was a big gryphon, and having shed pieces of his own armor he plainly was going to demand a turn somewhere! Once she'd... dealt with the first male... But though he breathed heavily, and groaned, and his hind legs tensed, he seemed determined to make her really work for it--which was fine by her, as long as Pata kept going like that! Her back arched briefly when a stronger shock of ecstasy hit her, further dividing her attention, and after a short pause the stimulation continued, centering on the nub of her clit now. She squirmed in the grass, tail wriggling where Pata lay atop it, having to stop sucking to gasp a couple of breaths before diving back in, tongue pressed up firmly to the underside of his length starting to look forward to the gryphon finishing off now... if she didn't get there first, she could feel her muscles tensing, the eager heat of desire, a rush of pleasure as she rolled her hips into that touch...

Abruptly Pata pulled her beak away--and at such a horribly perfect moment. Kharressa made a muffled, half-choked whine of denial, stifled by Topelus's shaft, trying to twist away and reach between her legs from the sudden absence of pleasure--she'd stopped right when she was [i]about[/i] to cum! But cuffs and chains and all the gryphons held her--even if she nearly proved too strong for Treria, now that she was captured and submitting of all times!--and though she thrashed and groaned and her cleft ached from how close she'd been left she couldn't do anything about it! She ducked her head away, drawing a snarl from Topelus from how close [i]he[/i] must have been getting, but she just had to complain. "H-hey! Let me-- nnh!"

"That's for calling us hens," Pata said with a short caw--and as much as might have conceded she might deserve that for knowing for decades and calling them hens anyway, she really, really wanted that orgasm and was not amused by her means of payback! And her stomach fell in dread when she continued, "at least, the one time I heard today. Can anyone think of any other examples?"

"I-- Hhlllmk--!" Topelus balanced on his haunches long enough to grab her by the horns and wrench her between his legs again before she could think to shut her panting jaws, cutting her off before she could protest further!

"I might, nh! Remember a few," he huffed when her stifled tongue rubbed against him, and before she could even quite think to twitch her jaws a little in retaliation he gripped the bases of her horns more tightly and said, "and if I feel any teeth... my memory might improve!"

The dragoness could only moan, achingly horny and frustrated too, and while her neck might be stronger than most expected she wasn't going to be able to pull herself off his cock to defend herself as long as he held her there by the horns! This wasn't fair! After a few moments one of Pata's paw pads wiggled its way along her aching pussy until it found her clit, which she began to gently nudge, helping to coax her back into servicing the gryphon captain despite having been denied a release of her own just yet... though her indignation only mounted when Duculus put his own wing in. "Don't forget all the times she insulted the two of us!"

Topelus made an aggressive sound of pleasure, picking up the speed of his thrusting again--a bit occupied--and Pata said, "well you deserve it! And besides I have to draw the line [i]somewhere[/i] or it'll take forever for her to pay us back."

When Kharressa tried to figure out how to object through a mouthful of gryphon dick she just got her nub played with more vigorously, all but forcing her to subside from such furious indignation at them talking about her like that--[i]while[/i] she was stuck sucking their leader off!--into longing, needy moans, claws clenching tight as the sensations returned so much of her focus to that aching, needy heat she'd stoked under her tail, to how the pleasure arced through her, how she longed for more, for one of the gryphons to be [i]inside[/i] her, oh how [i]that[/i] thought made her roll her hips in desire... But the touch slowed down again as he drew close to make sure she didn't have much to distract her from the act of submitting to and pleasuring him, how his shaft pulsed, and throbbed, how his thrusts had grown more erratic, and stiffer, then with a long screech of satisfaction he let loose! Her sex quivered in jealous empty denial as he gave her his load and she did her best to gulp it all down, the effort he'd put into prolonging the blowjob leaving her with plenty of work to do, his grip tight and hips jerking in stiff short motions while he spent himself and she swallowed...

Finally he let go and she slumped, gasping to recover her breath and trembling from the continuing jolts of pleasure that teased their way up her spine! "Damn... Nnnhh... worth it," was all Topelus himself could manage, and he shuffled away a few paces after giving her a couple of patronizing pats on the cheek and nose that [i]really[/i] got her blushing.

She swiveled her head back to Pata with a whine that came out way more plaintive than she'd intended--but she was [i]horny![/i] "My turn?"

[i]"My[/i] turn," said Treria instead, and she got up to put herself in front of the dragoness next, nudging the spent male to take her old place minding her forelegs--which he could easily just slump over while he recovered; when Duculus made an eager noise, she added, "rookie, make yourself useful and help out Pata, would you?"

"Ooh, yes please," Pata said, splaying out her hind legs much as Treria did at the other end of the dragoness, and when Duculus rose to stand over her she pushed him back with a hind paw on his chest. "Your beak, big boy. Save the main course for the dragon."

He plainly didn't have much patience--Kharressa could empathize completely!--but he obediently buried his beak between her hind legs, his weight returning to her hind paws reminding her that she might have missed an opportunity to do something towards regaining her freedom there if she hadn't been so worried about getting an orgasm! But instead the dragoness only wriggled and gasped when Pata nuzzled her beak against her cleft again, and then Treria clacked her beak at her, cupping her cheek with a forepaw. "Do I need to grab your horns too, or will you go ahead and show me how that tongue feels?"

Pleasure drew out a moan, and the urge to burrow deeper into submission, her tapered snout nuzzling its way along a little belly fur until she reached her pussy and gave that a nudge of its own, followed by a gentle lick. Taste and scent of the male gryphon still clung to her, and now mingled with that of the female as she went to work, lapping over her entrance a few times, withdrawing with a heavy breath to rewet her tongue, then continuing more firmly. Treria was not shy about her enjoyment, her tufted tailtip twirling as she warbled in pleasure. "Oooh, that [i]is[/i] good... So much better than the fire breath!"

"Nh, we do not use--" she started to protest, and one paw landed on a horn.

"I wasn't asking you, prisoner!" She rolled her hips against her nose pointedly, and with a blush she resumed lapping, her own hind end rocking back and forth as she tried to encourage more out of Pata and the teasing gryphon vexingly refused to pick up the pace. She was hitting her clit plenty, but with slow nudge after slow press, enough to keep her achingly hot but holding any progress towards release almost painfully slow. Her forepaws twisted restlessly in their cuffs, longing to touch herself to get the rest of the way there on her own, only for her to realize Topelus had practically put his balls between them, and he rumbled approvingly as her restless squirms just gave [i]him[/i] some more to enjoy too as he recovered from the climax she'd swallowed! She moaned, trying to lift one thigh against Duculus's weight, trying to grind against that beak to get some proper attention while she got off the female in front of her instead! And Treria was if anything even more slow and patient than Topelus, letting one forepaw rest between her horns while she licked, nuzzled, licked again, every inhale full of horny female gryphon, every exhale a needy moan--then a gasp, when Pata started to work her much more heavily!

Pausing for a moment to groan in pleasure just made Treria shove her nose deeper into her pussy to force her back on track--she couldn't even get out a "please" or a "more," just a stifled whine as she obeyed, and the gryphon's hind claws unsheathed to curl tightly as that obedience gave her so much to enjoy. It was all she could do to make herself keep going; every firm rub she got seemed meant to push her over the edge, and she tried to relax, keep licking, and let it happen, but again Pata stopped! Treria was ready for her struggles so she didn't get a chance to pull back and complain again, she had her head gripped by a paw and squeezed between thighs, not letting her twist away anywhere even while the rest of her body bucked and writhed hard enough that all three of the others had to hold her down, she was so close she was so [i]close[/i] why wouldn't she just let her cum! Her empty tunnel clenched and quivered, her cleft felt so burning hot and wet it nearly hurt, and all the while she hardly had the breath to moan in complaint because the gryphon wouldn't relent and let her pause for even a moment! Instead she had to shudder and gasp and push through her own denial to get off the other female, who fluttered her wings and warbled and finally squeezed down even tighter when [i]she[/i] got to cum instead, while Pata resumed heavily teasing her clit just to make sure she spent the entire orgasm flooded with desperate envy and denial of her own climax.

Pata didn't even stop when the other female let go of her head and flopped down with a sated sigh; the rhythm of heavy lick across her clit, long pause to keep her on the edge, then another firm touch just held her there, held her there, and she [i]squealed[/i] in desperation, her hips jerking and tail writhing and all her muscles wound up tight from the release that just never quite came! "Aa-aahh! Please-- let me cum!" she pleaded with a hind leg trying to kick and stopped by cuffs and heavy male gryphon, but she didn't relent, she did it again, and again, and again... The stimulation good, and strong, the pleasure so high, and yet coming just far enough apart that it became an aching, needy agony, over and over feeling an instant away from a hard heavy orgasm with no way to push through it or to make her [i]stop![/i] "Pata-- Please-- Nnnnaahhh! Come onnnnn!"

But she pushed her for another minute--two--with the big dragoness struggling beneath the shackles and the other gryphons, unable to escape, unable to orgasm, before she finally stopped. "So [i]now[/i] you're not calling me 'hen,' hm? Now it's my name?"

"I'm sorry!" she gasped--she'd say anything, if she'd just get her off... "I won't! Just let me cum!"

"Awww, listen--" she started, but Topelus rose and cut her off with a growl.

"If you're going to ask like that, I'll make sure you do." The intent gleam had returned to his eye, and he gave his subordinate a push to get her out of the way.

Pata made a disappointed squawk, having plainly intended to keep the tease up a while longer; Kharressa could only be glad all the times she'd mocked him had filled Topelus with so much pent up aggression to prompt his intervention on her behalf! "But I--" she started, only for him to fix the female with a fierce glare, overriding her with the sort of shriek that made it sound like the blowjob he'd received earlier hadn't done anything to take the edge off for him!

"You've had your fun," he said, shoving her bodily aside. "I haven't listened to years of taunts and had her flash her flanks at me over and over again to let someone else do the honors when she finally begs for it." He reared over Kharressa's haunches and planted his front paws against her side, forcefully enough to make her flinch--not that she wasn't trembling already in a blend of need and anticipation. He cocked his head, leaned closer, and paused just for a moment.

"You sure you can handle this?" Not just making sure she wanted it when he could feel how she quivered: throwing her earlier dare back at her, and she was too worked up and too submissive from all they'd subjected her to thus far to snap back any bravado. She blushed and she nodded, and he growled in approval. "You'd better. Duculus, you keep her snout busy."

Both of them together? She writhed, gently tested her cuffs, and she couldn't bite her tongue on a low, gasped, "oh fuck," which was enough to make even shy Duculus really perk up! He and the other male shared an ears-up beak-parted gryphon grin, and the two females crawled to a good spot to watch the spectacle while they situated themselves at either end. Duculus [i]was[/i] big for a gryphon, and certainly looked bigger still standing over her with his shaft looming so very close to her nosetip, having lost none of his arousal from having had to wait so long for his turn; despite his eagerness, though, he didn't grab her snout so forcefully and instead let her come to him, his length bobbing gently as it pulsed in the air before her, a little droplet of fluid beaded at its tip, and she slowly extended her snout, parted her jaws and let her tongue loll out, only to shut her eyes and moan full volume when Topelus found her snatch and thrust all the way in right away!

After how excessively Pata had teased her the feeling of friction between him and her plenty-wet tunnel was heavenly; she didn't have the room in her head to feign disappointment to disparage him, she just gasped her pleasure, squirming in satisfaction, as he got straight to the point of riding her. "Fuck. [i]Yes.[/i] Finally," he grunted. "Made me work too damn hard for this. Rgh!" And she didn't care if it was humiliating, she didn't care if he was making her eat so many of her past words, she wanted to [i]cum[/i] and he was going to make it happen in a hurry and nothing else mattered! Except Duculus, who did not have the nature to take her by the horns the way the others had but was growing so needy himself that he'd started to rub his tip against her cheek, and though her blush deepened she groaned out one more breath before wrapping her jaws around him as well... And as much as he was if anything overly respectful while waiting his turn, once he was inside her he got going near as hard as Topelus was against her flanks to pound her thoroughly into submission between them.

Primed as she was by the earlier denials, orgasm hit her almost without warning! One moment she alternated between heavy breaths and deep suckles of gryphon dick, the next her whole body seemed to seize around the other one rocking firmly back and forth inside her, freezing her for a moment, and she shut her eyes tight and clenched her claws and cried out through that other shaft when the world at last snapped back into motion while she came, hard! She gasped and she howled muffled and she writhed, cuffed and pinned beneath the two gryphons as bliss crashed over her, every rough thrust igniting another flash of ecstasy, of satisfaction, oh yes yes yes [i]yes[/i] her whole body sang with relief even as she squeezed down on him for all he was worth, even as she sucked hard, as they continued to take her from both ends on their way to feeling as good as she did in that climactic moment.

And of course Topelus had to rub it in. "Don't sound very disappointed!" he said, while burying himself inside her again, again, as if she could even try to think up a retort while coming down from a climax like that--let alone speak it with her snout so thoroughly occupied. As if she even wanted him to stop...

He didn't stop, and neither did Duculus, and there was nothing she could do but sink into the pleasure. The heavy back and forth sensations, the bumps against her flanks and her nose that accompanied another rough thrust, another opportunity to squeeze and suck with hardly even a moment to gasp for breath; she lost herself in it, in every wave of stimulation, in their low caws and grunts of pleasure, the pulses and twitches of their shafts, the softness of their fur and the hardness of their armor against her scales, more and more sensation to overwhelm her, to push out all else except how [i]good[/i] it felt to get fucked after the long tease, the longer chase, all those taunts answered for at last.

"I'm-- ah--!" Duculus pinned back his ears and lifted his head and screeched, and thank goodness his warning told her to take just a moment to grab a breath! His cock jumped against her tongue, his claws dug into her neck, and he launched his seed down her waiting gullet, spurt after spurt of it while all the while Topelus kept on thrusting and made it so much harder for her to get it down as the swelling pleasure kept making her want to go limp under him and just whine and plead for him to keep going! Somehow Duculus [i]still[/i] wasn't done with her maw and finally she just had to let go of him to cry out when one of those thrusts felt [i]so[/i] good, letting the finish of his release drool onto her cheek and jaw while she gulped air, and moaned, and moaned again, chained forepaws slipping as she tried to twist them and dig into the ground just to find a way to cope with all the building tension as he slammed deep into her again and again and the pleasure was nearly too much to handle!

Unmuffled this time, her second orgasm was punctuated by a roar that even lying on the ground without a proper breath drawn drowned out any of the gryphons' earlier screeches, near-painful in its intensity and yet still so wonderful, a snap of incredible release that his increasingly erratic efforts drew out longer, and longer, making every labored breath a cry, every motion an attempt to grind herself back against him for every bit of pleasure he was worth... And finally he came too, as she slumped down with her sides heaving for breath, painting her tunnel with his hot release with only low, spent grunts to accompany all that work he'd done atop her, until finally he could stop, and fluff his neck feathers, and give her such a look of triumph to remind her how thoroughly his team had won this encounter.

"I think... [i]Now...[/i] You're fucked. And under arrest." He climbed off her a little stiffly and circled back around to her head; the other three looked plenty smug themselves, gathering beside him, and how was she ever going to find the indignation to bite back at them [i]now[/i] after they'd made her feel that good!

"You... F-fuck." She shuddered all over, curling her claws, her snout and her belly flushed hot. The cuffs made it more difficult to gather her paws beneath her and she wound up abandoning the attempt, just stretching them out again with a groan, letting her gaze slide up to the sky rather than meet theirs to let them so easily see how satisfied they'd left her. "Damn birds..."

"Lucky beast," Pata muttered.

He preened. "Give us a bit and we can treat you too if you like."

"Not that!" she huffed. "Although you did put on a good show. [i]I[/i] still think she should have had to work way harder before we got her off. [i]If[/i] we got her off. You heard how quickly she caved on the h-word, just think what else we could have trained her out of!"

"Assuming she still behaves once she's recovered. I wouldn't trust her to watch her language without the muzzle no matter [i]what[/i] you do," Treria countered. "On the other hand, I bet there's other dragons who would [i]also[/i] become a lot more cooperative if we could teach them like this."

Duculus's ears tilted wistfully. "You'd never talk the priests into it, unfortunately... Whew." He sank onto his rump, his look turning bashful. "You were so good... Better than a beak, too. --s-sorry, girls."

Pata swatted at him with a paw, but only gently, and Topelus chirped, pacing over to the discarded back half of his armor to dig into the supply pouches. "Well that snout's got to be taken into custody too, which means they won't have to worry so much about competition... although you might have to worry about when they'll next be interested in providing you a counter-demonstration. Speaking of... You can have watch duty while the rest of us nap a little to recover, so you don't have to worry about your balls somehow happening to wind up in one of their paws for a few squeezes in the pile."

"...and then?" Kharressa finally found her voice, finding it easier to change the subject than acknowledge how much she'd liked their attention, and surely be reminded yet again how many times she'd mocked them about their chances.

"And then we can meander our way back to the Federation to deliver you for sentencing and imprisonment. There's no hurry to get there," he said, returning to her side to fit the threatened muzzle over her snout: a thick leather panel all the way across her mouth, with straps circling her jaws and passing behind her horns to hold it in place and keep her muffled and unable to bite or flame. She growled and briefly bared her fangs at it in distaste--and at how it would complicate any escape attempts, once she'd recovered enough from her bliss to figure out how that could be possible!--but with the four of them standing over her there wasn't much point in resisting, so she let him buckle it snugly into place. "And I won't tell anyone that we didn't put you in chastity until the last moment if you don't."

"Plus we'll have to take the muzzle off plenty of times to let you eat and drink, or give directions if we get lost in the Wilderness, we don't know it like you dragons do," added Pata. "Just [i]maybe[/i] we won't be able to resist if you try to talk us into having our way with you again, while you still can..."

Poor Kharressa could only blush, groaning into her muzzle and trying to keep from squirming. How would she ever say no to that, knowing how good this round had been? Even the denial was nearly forgotten after how utterly satisfied they'd left her in the end... She still felt so warm inside, her whole body nearly tingling from such an immense release of tension--no, not to get more pleasure, because she'd surely need the muzzle off if she would have a chance of getting out of this predicament before they got her back to Federation lands! "No, not right away. We need a bit of a break first," he teased when she wriggled to try to master herself, and then flopped down against her chest and forelegs to put her at the bottom of her very first gryphon pile. Treria snuggled in across her front legs with her head resting between his wings, and Pata somehow managed to spread herself out atop all three of them. Duculus gave the group an envious look, but he stayed on his haunches, alternately watching her, the trees, and the sky above for anything that might cause them trouble or come to their captive's aid.

It was certainly far from the sort of nap the dragoness was used to, and that didn't even account for the shackles or the muzzle yet! But she was spent and exhausted enough herself that even figuring out how she could escape them didn't cross her mind yet; she just wanted to sleep... and maybe get mounted again later, especially with Duculus's sheath right there in her view to admire as she drifted off... and she could worry about extricating herself from this mess when she could think straight again. Maybe they would let their guard down, if she had the patience, and didn't give them a reason to lock her in that chastity belt...