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They say that issues left unattended only grow worse.

It had been seven years since Olin felt her body come to maturity. Seven years where other noble hens threw themselves between the hind legs of any decent and willing male while Olin kept her urges under wraps. A gryphon’s urges were strong, but she was stronger.

She was not against the practice of course, but her station as a lower noble meant that she could not live the life of luxury that she wanted. Olin was not born into incredible wealth; her house carried a noble title, but her sire’s debts had grown heavy after the death of her mother, and he followed his mate soon after Olin came of age.

She knew that a great deal of hard work would be required to free herself from those shackles and rise through the House ranks. By affording no distractions, she had made significant progress in clearing her father’s debts.

It was a simple thing in her mind, she studied mercantilism and court politics, made connections with nobles in Kitarr and guilds from other countries, and established her family name to be well recognized in trade. It had taken seven arduous years, but the burden that her father left upon her shoulders had finally lifted through her efforts alone.

“I am the sole proprietor of a lower noble house. I hold lucrative trade deals and knowledge that will yield a great deal of prosperity. I am at the peak of my health and fitness.” She affirmed aloud to the wide mirror that spanned her parlour as she paced along its length.

“So why is it that I feel like a damp sack of horse dung?!”

Olin examined her reflection intently, hoping to find any reason, any excuse, just anything that could explain why her mind remained clouded and her focus so irrecoverably lost. But other than her desperate green eyes, she saw only herself, nothing more.

The gryphons of Kitarr varied greatly in appearance; sporting different plumages and patterns inherited from their terrestrial ancestors. There was no shortage of variety in the country. Olin’s parents were dissimilar from one another, and unique traits from both her sire and dam were passed down to her.

She examined the sleek black feathers along her back. They reflected the light ever so slightly, as though covered in a thin sheen of oil. These feathers covered her head and ran from her neck to her wings and most of her tail. Olin puffed the dark blue feathers along her chest, seeing the thin red stripe that ran the course from her neck before splitting to the sides of her rectrices. The fur on her hind legs was a spattering of prismatic blue spots on black canvas leading down to her sharp ebony claws. Her forelegs shared the dark colour on her talons, but were contrasted by white-scaled paws.

She brought her forelegs close to the mirror and examined them closely, her white scales were something of an anomaly. Between that and her small stature compared to the average gryphon, she was considered an outsider based on her appearance. But Olin had found great value in those peculiarities as she had used them to intrigue various trade partners when she networked.

However, now she searched those features for any clue to her diminished state.

“Olin, you’ll find nothing in the mirror will answer that question for you.”

“Why don’t you sit down? Your poor paws will blister if you keep pacing in such a way.”

Olin looked over at her two closest friends, Tiren and Quore, lounging on her sofas. She had invited them over after four days of failing to get to the bottom of this debilitating curse.

While being from different houses, they were strikingly similar in appearance. Gray feathered backs with off-white underbellies, wings mottled with brown streaks that matched their eyes. If Olin hadn’t known them since their hatching, she’d presume they were twins. The only distinguishable feature between them were their tails; Tiren’s being bird-like and Quore’s a longer, thinner thing.

Olin squawked indignantly before flopping down onto the cushioned floor, the side of her head resting next to some hors d’oeuvres on a central table. She wrangled a few with the length of her prehensile tongue.

“That’s quite an unflattering way to eat in front of your guests.” Tiren chided.

“I’ve seen you do worse. During your first heat, you didn’t even kick us out before you and that brown-feathered bird started going at it.” Quore chipped back.

“How was I supposed to know he had dyed his down, I thought he was part royal!”

“A royal going to a lesser house like yours? Pah, I thought you had at least enough brains to figure that out.”

Olin’s mind tuned out her two squabbling friends as she continued to eat. She hoped the food would quench the pit she felt in her gut, but it only served to splatter mustard across her nares.

Her body felt like it was on fire. An unnatural warmth spread to the tip of every quill and no amount of air flowing through her puffed-out down would cool her off. Olin had experienced these flashes of warmth in previous heat cycles, but nowhere near this level of exponential increase had ever occurred. Her entire body felt like it had a fever.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a claw gently tapping against her skull. She cracked open an eye to see Quore’s paw upon her head.

“You’ve gone and eaten them all! I thought you had prepared such nice things for us, since we were so kind as to come over.”

Her gaze shifted to Tiren, who looked equally judgmental. Olin’s eyes watered as hopelessness washed over her as an emotional tidal wave.

“O-o-oh noooo! What am I to do-o-o…”

Her friends shared a knowing look of pity, perhaps they had been a bit harsh. Tiren stood and lifted Olin’s chin.

“You poor thing, it must be really bad to have you of all hens in this state. Your heat only gets stronger if you don’t have a male to help ‘cool it off.’ Every mother teaches her daughter this, you should-.” She paused. “I’m sorry, I forgot.”

Olin shook her head. “No, no, it’s alright. This is precisely why I called you both here, I need answers, not your pity.”

Tiren’s head turned from Quore and back to Olin. “Then there’s only one thing we can say.”

Quore nodded. “Mhm, you must find yourself a partner and get bred. There’s no other way about it.”

“But I must continue running this house! I don’t have the time or knowledge to raise a clutch.” Both of her friends gawked at her.

“What?! Spit it out! Your reaction makes it clear that I’ve said something stupid.”

“Has that been what’s holding you back all these years? You don’t actually have to raise the clutch. Sure, you will have to lay the eggs; which can be an ordeal let me tell you.” She laughed heartily. “But they aren’t viable unless they’re incubated carefully for months!”

Quore picked up the thought, “Haven’t you noticed that neither of us have chicks running around? Frankly, nobody we know but that spoiled grey hen from the Eastern Aeries has any.”

Olin raised a claw to retort, but realized that she hadn’t noticed. She really only knew that the two of them were very enthusiastic about pairing up during their cycles, but she hadn’t given much thought beyond that. “It seems I’ve been working under a poor assumption.”

“A poor assumption?” Quore continued. “Honey, you’ve withheld yourself from a fantastic part of life for seven years! That’s a horrifically bad assumption.”

“If we knew that’s how you thought sooner, we would’ve brought you with us when we went on that trip to the coast last summer. Now that was a week I will never forget.” She could see Tiren’s eyes glazing over at the memory. Was it such a great loss that Olin had decided not to engage in mating?

No. She would not have any regrets for the choices she made. Olin was proud of the successes she had curated through her years of misinformed abstinence. However…

“I think it’s high time for me to rid myself of this heat.” Olin stood with her words, beaming a sense of certainty that contrasted the condiments splattered across her beak.

“Come here, let’s get you cleaned up.” Tiren wiped along Olin’s beak with a fine cloth, transferring the oily yellow shame to the fabric with each swipe. “With the scent you’re giving off, you’ll have no trouble finding a match, but we know you in particular would regret it if you paired with someone who wasn’t going to lead to a connection for some trade deal.”

Olin blushed, hoping to change the topic. “Do I really smell so strong?”

“Olin, darling. This room smells as if there were a dozen hens who’ve spent their entire cycles locked in without a male or a bath. Frankly, it might be strong enough to woo another hen at this point.” She fanned a wing between them to make the point. “But this is a good thing, we’ll have you looking your best so you can impress a real stud.”

Another tick added to the list of details she had missed since this cycle had started, Olin was slipping. But her two best friends were there for her to allay her worries.

Olin’s eyes wetted again, this time with joy. “Oh, you two are just the best!”

Olin spent the next hour cleaning herself up, preening her feathers, and picking out some emerald jewelry that matched her eyes. Her friends helped clean up the place and gave support to the hard-to-reach spots along her back.

Before she knew it, Olin was looking impressive beyond her station. With some grooming tricks she picked up from another trader, her feathers highlighted her sleek form and strong legs. She mantled her wings in front of the mirror, posing theatrically at a few angles.

Quore popped in under her wing. “You look fantastic Olin, and it’s been ages since you’ve appeared this excited.”

Tiren remained back, cleaning her talons. “Now that you’re all primped and preened, do you need any assistance in finding the right stud? I have a few I would personally recommend…”

“No, no. I believe I have someone in mind.” It was more a rumour she hoped to follow, but if she was going to throw herself at a male, it may as well lead to a potential deal the next day.

“Oh no, I know that look. You’re planning on making this somehow benefit your house. Is it really so hard just to enjoy yourself for an evening?”

Olin simply smiled sheepishly; they knew her to a fault.

“Well then, get on with it. And remember, the worst thing a male can say is no.”

“Go get yourself stuffed, you overgrown raven.” Tiren’s smile was wicked. A great wave of gossip was about to spread amongst the lower houses.

But she had never cared about the whisperings of other hens. Olin was going to get this issue solved tonight and, come morning, would return to fulfilling her dream of climbing to an Upper House.

The progress of which might just result in a great leap this very evening.

Olin strutted confidently towards the district of the Upper Houses, hoping that her small stature would keep her inconspicuous as she was not a regular among their ranks.

The gryphoness tensed as she passed several patrolling guards, some of whom cocked an eye in her direction before moving on. She wasn’t necessarily barred from walking the district of Upper Houses, but it was frowned upon for any lower noble to overstay a cursory visit without good reason.

She was following a trail of hushed whispers and secrets revealed through her dealings which lead to a male who may be connected to Royalty nearby. It was well known that the Queen had neither wed nor produced any offspring. However, she was also never seen suffering from the effects of a heat.

It was that fact that inspired Olin to reserve herself for so long. She had mistakenly believed the Queen was able to maintain her presence through sheer willpower, and Olin manifested the same willpower in her dealings. However, she had deduced a few months ago that this was not truly the case.

The Queen never made a public appearance on the first Friday of each season. While most believed it to be a day she took off, few whispered that she could be seen traveling in secret to the district of the Upper Houses. Why would a hen find herself traveling in secret to the same place consistently each season? There was only one possible reason.

Olin stopped before a pair of large wooden doors with large steel knockers. Both the wood and steel were stained black and covered in intricate etchings that mesmerized her as she built the courage to knock. The doors were likely more valuable than her home.

If her deductions were correct, this lavish abode was home to a male that the Queen herself trusted with discretion. Olin hoped that she could persuade him to accept her proposal and perhaps keep a talon in the door should any royal dealings become available in her venture’s future.

She smiled inwardly before she caught herself and returned to a professional demeanour. Business would come later, her fate for the evening dwelled behind those doors.

Olin raised a shaky paw to the door knocker, reaching out to the cold steel. Before she could reach it, the door swung open in a wide arc that made her jump back.

“My, my, what do we have here?”

Olin froze as perhaps the largest gryphon she had ever seen towered over her in the doorway. She was right about the owner of this place being a male, but she wasn’t expecting this.

He stood at least two heads taller than her, with bountiful and pristine white feathers covering his entire front and large wings. His hind fur was white as snow with gray leopard spots leading to a thick sinuous tail that swished idly behind him. The male stared at her with piercing golden eyes above his razor-sharp owl’s beak.

Something about his presence swept away all of the courage Olin had built on the journey over.

“Uh- Hello there. Sir. Would you be the-” She gulped. “Would you be the patron of this House?”

He smiled much too warmly for an Upper House noble having a stranger at their doorstep. “Of course, my dear.” His voice was smooth as silk; deep, but clearly trained in the melodic dialect of a troubadour, “Please, come in.”

Warning bells were ringing wildly in Olin’s mind. Simple common sense would tell her to steer well away from a noble who would open their doors without hearing her purpose. Especially one who’s pedigree went beyond most Upper House gryphons.

“Excuse me, sir. I–”

“Tut, tut. I expect what you have to say is best discussed in privacy my dear. Please, have a seat in the parlour to your left. Let us speak there.”

Did he know? How could he know? Was it a common courtesy for an Upper House noble to invite a lower house noble into their home? No, she knew that was untrue, but her mind scrambled for any explanation that didn’t fall to malice.

However, her time to think was up. She had been effectively given an order.

“O-of course. Sir.”

Olin cautiously stepped through the entryway, bowing before brushing past his large form as she entered. As soon as she entered, her nares were overwhelmed by a heady scent. She thought the spicy aroma was simply the smell of the male beside her, but quickly learned that the entire house smelled deeply of it.

She paused for a moment, but quickly pushed past her inhibitions and walked toward the parlour to avoid offence.

As Olin turned the corner into the side room, she breathed deeply to try and place the smell. Was it an incense or a perfume? Her first impression was that of a putrid odour, but it quickly grew on her as she felt her body relax.

Olin settled on a small sofa as the host followed behind and lounged on a luxurious fur carpet. Even on the ground, his height rivaled hers seated above.

She knew he could sense her nervousness. He observed her, golden eyes darting over her body, appraising her as she gathered the courage to speak. He seemed content to bask in the silence.

“Thank you for inviting me inside, sir. I don’t believe I have been in a room so grand.”

“You are of a lower house then?”

Queen be damned, she had all but revealed her station in her first few words. Olin would have to think quickly if she wanted to gain the upper hand in this ‘negotiation.’

“Ah. Yes sir. My name is Olin, of house Olindra.”

“Your formalities are well practiced for a noble of the lower houses, Olin. I am Chinook, of House Chirata.”

It was a foreign name. Between that and his accent…

“Excuse my asking, but are you from Tinken?”

His cool demeanour dropped to a look of surprise. “Why yes I am, dear. How did you know?”

“I just assumed from your plumage and accent; I have only met similar gryphons from the North.”

He eyed her suspiciously, shifting the angle of his view; she had won an edge.

“How would a lower house noble know of gryphons from the North?” She had him right where she wanted him.

“I am but a humble merchant, though my house deals in trade across Kitarr and beyond.”

He idly picked at his talons with the tip of his beak. “My dear, you have raised both my intrigue and my attention. There is no house that deals in trade beyond Kitarr other than the Queen’s own fleets.”

He knew his stuff. Olin had hoped to impress, but this would be no easy battle.

“It may not be as grand as the Queen’s routes, but I maintain a short supply of materials from the South. The silks are quite popular among the hens of the lower houses, you see.”

His eyes narrowed, and Olin shrunk back into the firm cushions below. As soon as he saw she had noticed, his expression relaxed to a sly grin.

“Impressive.” He turned his head to look at her intently. “While I would love to pry further, I don’t believe you’ve come here to discuss trade. In fact, I have a strong intuition that formality is far from what you wish.”

“Ah… Yes. You would be correct.” She took a deep breath, hoping to calm her nerves, but the scent permeating the space only exacerbated the fog that her heat cast upon her mind. She laughed nervously. “Now presented with asking my question, I- I can’t seem to find the right words…”

It seemed, however, that Chinook already knew what was on her mind. His attention upon her was almost rapt with unwavering focus. “Perhaps I shall answer for you, my dear. Given my profession, I’m quite familiar with a hen’s heat, and your is…” She looked in horror as the larger gryphon was nearly salivating, a fraying thread of self-control holding him back. “Quite. Strong.” He inhaled deeply, bringing oxygen and control back into his large body. “But I must understand what exactly brought you here, to my home, with such a condition.”

She couldn’t understand exactly how the white-feathered gryphon knew of her condition. Her friends had revealed that she stank quite strongly, but she had bathed thoroughly before leaving! Was the odour still so prevalent? It would explain the strange looks upon the various guards as she passed them by. Queen, save me.

“I couldn’t know for certain, sir, but I have been piecing together a puzzle about the Queen’s routines, and this House is rumoured to be a part of it.” He simply stared at her as she spoke. “T-the Queen hasn’t missed a public appearance due to a heat cycle since taking the throne. So… I made the assumption that these two threads were entwined somehow.”

Chinook cocked an eyebrow, “And are you here to reveal a hidden scoop to publish in the monthly tabloid? Dear, I think you’re smart enough to understand that the Queen would tolerate no such thing.” No denial of the fact, she was on the right path.

Olin shook her head vigorously, “Of course not! I look up to the Queen a great deal, I would never seek to slander her. I- I just thought that if I were right, and since the Queen would only tolerate the absolute best, whoever lived here would be the right candidate to help me with my…”

His smile broadened. “Your heat, dear. You wish for the absolute best male in Kitarr to help you through yours. That’s quite the audacious request, especially if you were to have guessed wrong.”

Olin’s face flushed. “Err… Yes. I haven’t ‘dealt’ with it before, so I wished for a talented partner. Do your words mean my assumptions are correct.”

“They are. But more importantly, do your words mean that you are unbred, my dear?”

She nodded.

Immediately he stood, his great stature looming over her smaller form. In her heat riddled state, she neglected all safety checks and now realized she was at the mercy for whatever this larger male wished.

“Then I will accept your request, under one condition.” She didn’t speak. “You must do everything I say until the sun dawns tomorrow. If you can abide by this, I will keep my side of the bargain and won’t mention to the morning patrols that an unknown lower noble brazenly knocked at my door the previous night. Are we understood, dear?”

He had ultimately won; she had no recourse to say no. Even though it was her original intention for this to happen, being at a stranger’s mercy left her feeling uneasy. A feeling that was quickly quenched as the scent permeating the room grew stronger.

“We are understood, sir. Please lead the way to your chambers.”

Chinook snickered. “A zealous thing, aren’t you dear?”

Olin walked slowly from the couch, brushing a wing against his forelegs. “I’ve been told males love an eager hen.”

To her disappointment, the male held firm. “A common male may be swayed by such a display. But such a male would have already gone rut-mad at the strength of your estrus. I will admit to you, that even I find it a challenge to keep myself in control.”

She beamed with pride, craning her neck to connect her sight with his.

“But that challenge, I give back to you, my dear. You will earn the right to be bred in this house tonight.” Olin shivered. “And I’m afraid you still don’t understand who you’re dealing with.”

She failed to respond as her eyes shot to the movement down Chinook’s body. He lifted his hind leg to reveal treasures worthy of a Queen.

Tucked between his muscular white-fuzzed thighs was a gargantuan set of gryphon masculinity with an equally large sheath flopped lazily over them. Olin gasped as a wave of powerful musk flooded the space between them. She now understood that the scent permeating this house had one sole origin, and she was staring directly at it.

“Staring won’t earn you any leverage, my dear. I’m afraid that I’m completely unaroused, which makes it difficult for you to get what you desire.”

She nodded, completely enthralled by the mixture of her heat and the spice of Chinook’s heady musk. Olin ducked her head and edged under his wide chest. Getting closer, she gawked at just how large his testicles were; even the largest melons she sourced from the desert caravans would be in competition with either resident of that massive scrotum.

Step by step, the musk only grew stronger, until her nares were pressed up against the firm flesh. Olin moaned at the intensity of it all; the pheromone rich musk, the sweat soaking into her feathers, and the heavy gut resting upon her back. It was almost too much to bear.

In fact, it was too much. Olin felt a spark shoot through her body as her muscles spasmed in orgasm. The unfamiliar, but pleasure-ridden waves flowed from her mind through her virgin snatch as she gushed freely down her feathered legs, ruining both the work she sent preening and Chinook’s carpet. Olin was immobilized as Chinook backed away to give her some (relatively) fresh air.

“It’s a miracle you made the trip all the way here if you were that desperate." Still immobilized, the male took the opportunity to circle around, pausing to inhale her scent directly from its source. “Delicious. And there will be many more such pleasures for you before the sun rises. But I believe that you will need some coaching if you are to uphold your end of the bargain, dear.”

Olin regained enough motor ability to nod weakly as he stepped in front of her once again.

“Let’s try this again, but you will listen closely to my words.” Not waiting for a response, the larger male stepped over her. Her face was quickly mashed against his sheath before he dragged his sack of jewels over her head, leaving behind a trail of sweat and oil that Olin knew would not wash out.

Once his endowments were firmly rested upon her neck, he rumbled deeply. “Look up, my dear.”

Olin craned her head upwards, awkwardly moving against the heavy body surrounding her. Her eyes trailed up the rear of his scrotum until it met the base of his long tail. Nested at the intersection of both was Chinook’s tailhole.

The black flesh was a work of art to Olin’s lust riddled brain. It twitched softly as her breath tickled its surface and added rich, earthy tones to the musk surrounding her. She watched as sweat concentrated around its edges, giving it a glossy sheen in the meager light that could reach the underside of this massive gryphon.

“Kiss it, and continue to do so until my member has revealed itself fully.” Chinook demanded. The little hen didn’t need to know that it took all of his restraint thus far to keep himself sheathed. Every second threatened to have his act ruined; his horny member was eager to peek out of its home and be attended to.

Chinook would have been happy to breed her on the sofa where she first sat down, caring not for her lesser station. Her heat was beyond anything that had ever graced his nares, and it had been affecting him greatly since he noticed the smell outside his home. However, his needs were great. The Queen doesn’t visit frequently enough, and he is often left pent up on most days. Beyond that, he would never dare to suggest a rimming from her Majesty.

He was still expecting the lower house noble beneath his tail to be hesitant, but was greatly surprised as she practically dove into his rear. Chinook thought idly that it was about time he received a treat for his hard work.

Olin’s logic centers had long since been shut down in her mind. The moment her partner’s orders came forth, she shot her beak towards the target, grinding her nares against the supple flesh.

She mewled as the mixture of scents overwhelmed her. Staying for a moment to inhale his scent deeply, she recalled Chinook’s order and extended her tongue along the surface of the tight black skin.

The flavour was even more intense than his powerful musk.

Chinook’s anus was delicately soft to the touch, but held firm when pressed. Even in his most delicate areas, Olin was reminded just how strong this gryphon was as she lathered his precious hole with her saliva.

As careful as Olin was when dealing with nobility, there were no manners in the way she hungrily made out with his rear. Her only moment of clear thought caused her to wonder if her friends had ever done anything so depraved. It took no longer than a second to know that Tiren most certainly had.

After that second, her mind returned to the singular focus of eating her stud’s ass.

Her ministrations left it soaked with a mixture of saliva, oil, and sweat. Olin moaned in disappointment as the flavour of the larger gryphon ass began to fade. Moving her body from under his nuts, Olin adjusted herself, dragging her tongue along the backside of his sack, all the way up before jabbing an inch inside his rear.

Chinook grunted in pleasure as he felt the smaller gryphon lewdly enter his anus. He couldn’t believe how horny this hen was, and just how fortunate he was to be the center of her attention. His cock certainly didn’t complain as it exited his sheath at a rapid pace. It had been nary a minute of Olin’s rimming and he could feel his knot stretching the end of his sheath. His cock slapped wetly against his chest in anticipation, but he had no plans of stopping the hen anytime soon.

Olin breathed heavily as the flavour returned, though in much greater force from her efforts inside the gryphon’s ass. Olin was in heaven as the male’s muscles clamped down around her tongue, pressing delectable oils hard against her taste buds. Perhaps naturally resistant to incursion, his anus fought her tongue against its conquest deeper within.

Olin was not one to back down from a challenge.

She pushed her tongue deeper, desperately moaning as Chinook’s internal muscles pulsed around her slimy appendage.

She couldn’t get enough of the intense flavour and lustful thoughts that came with it. She had been demanded to kiss his ass, and she was determined to give the male everything she had to offer.

Chinook’s own tongue lolled from his mouth as the small gryphoness worshipped his back end. His pleasure grew along with her tongue, just how long would it get?

Olin answered without words, very long.

She continued her oral assault, pressing the prehensile member against every contour and fold in Chinook’s passage. She opened her beak wider as her tongue reached its limits, exploring and tasting nearly every reachable inch of his anal cavity.

It was only when her jaw could open no wider did Chinook step forward, breaking their “kiss” with a wet slurp. Olin stumbled forward, unwilling to give up the warmth of his insides against her tongue.

She chirped in complaint before meeting his eyes. They were both panting; she could tell he was enjoying it, so why did he pull away?

The answer was swaying heavily beneath his gut.

“You’ve done well. Your mouth is gifted beyond your size.” He almost growled. “Show me your tongue.”

Unabashedly, she did as she was told, opening her beak to allow Chinook to look directly down her gullet as her tongue snaked free from its confines. Her eyes, however, never left the swaying tip of his gargantuan cock.

Chinook’s stature was much larger than hers, but his member seemed even more so. She was hypnotized as its momentum swayed it side to side, occasionally slapping wetly against his matted gut when it flexed.

Lost in her mind, Chinook’s words were lost to her until he took her head with a firm grip. She gasped as he moved her outstretched tongue with the back of a talon.

“Hold still.” His control was waning, not once before had he been this horny, even in his first rut with the Queen.

Quickly, and without much grace, Chinook snapped a pair of white tools into her mouth. Olin curiously flicked her tongue against them, they were tasteless, and seemed to do nothing but dull the sharp edges of her beak.

Oh.

Chinook purred in her ear. “I want to feel that tongue wrapped around my cock~” He stepped forward, moving his captivating tip mere inches from her face. “And your throat giving it the deference it deserves.”

Olin had no time to question the nature of the demand, as he took advantage of her open beak and outstretched tongue, forcing the head of his member inside.

Even just the first few inches forced Olin to open her beak wide. The blunt tip oozed deliciously salty fluid as he thrust forward.

She hadn’t even had the time to look at Chinook’s spire, but she could feel every detail as it roughly entered her beak. Caught in the dark under his large belly, she had no choice but to feed her curiosity by feel. He held there for a moment, allowing Olin to begin swirling her prehensile tongue around his member.

She was amazed at just how complex the log of flesh was. The base of her tongue brushed past rear-facing spikes along the upper edge of the tip which stiffened at her touch. Olin slathered the rest of her tongue along and around the shaft which was lined with dozens of sharp spines which pricked her tastebuds.

Olin didn’t have long to take in the detail as Chinook drew back before quickly slamming back in and sending a generous dollop of pre-seed against the entrance to her gullet. Chinook was holding back to give the young hen time to adjust, but his self-restraint had limits.

Drawing back again, he felt Olin moan along his cock as his spines scraped against her tongue, her body begging him to return even deeper on the next thrust.

As for her part, Olin marveled at just how hot and sloppy the experience was. The cock was nearly steaming as it shot bubbling loads of liquid lubricant into her mouth and throat. With each draw, the spines stung as they nipped her flesh. With each thrust, more soothing pre-cum dulled the pain as the next was made easier.

So much liquid, in fact, that it was dripping down from the edges of her beak. She tried to swallow to clear her gullet of the fluids, but that was what Chinook had been waiting for, riding the wave of muscle deeper into her throat.

Olin gagged, not expecting her throat to be invaded so soon, which clamped the tube even tighter around his cock. Gryphons typically ate food whole, but this was larger than anything she had tried to stuff in there, and there was even more waiting outside.

That’s when the larger spikes finally made their purpose clear; in the tight confines of her throat, they found purchase and raked along her flesh as he withdrew. Chinook groaned in ecstasy as Olin was thrown into a second orgasm from the overstimulation. As her lower regions tensed, her upper body relaxed, egging the large male even further in.

Two thirds of that massive shaft now rhythmically powered into her. Lifting a paw, she could feel her throat bulging from the outside as the male used her mouth like a breeding mount. Beyond that, she didn’t have any capacity beyond breathing (which was becoming increasingly difficult as Chinook stuffed her further with each thrust).

Time and time again he groaned, enjoying how the young gryphoness’ throat gripped his shaft. He had never experienced a hole so tight, and he began salivating just thinking of the main event yet to come. In anticipation, he began to thrust with greater speed.

Olin fought for air each time his cock retreated from her, only managing a garbled moan as he answered with his own pleased warble and a push with greater strength.

Her mind nearly broken, she was amazed at the male’s stamina as Chinook fucked her throat raw for nearly half an hour. Their sloppy, lewd song loudly harmonizing until she felt something hard bumping her beak.

If Olin’s brain had the capability for thought, she would have deemed it impossible for the greater-than-a-foot of cock to be buried deep enough in her throat that Chinook’s knot had reached her head. But alas, she had been reduced to a heap of mindless gryphoness being used by the larger male.

His knot would not fit in her beak, but that didn’t stop the male from trying. Chinook picked up the pace causing his massive sack to slap wetly against her chin. She was at her limit.

Instinct began to take over, a subconscious that guided Olin to help her mate reach his peak. In one swift motion, she allowed her weight to be fully held aloft by the strength of the stud's spire and grabbed his testicles with both paws.

Chinook paused for a moment, enjoying the soft pads massaging his jewels. Olin bought just enough time between thrusts to shoot her tongue behind his knot as she wrapped around it in an x-shaped lock.

Grunting, he tried to pull back, but found Olin’s grip was firm. She tightened around the engorged bulbs of flesh and he shrieked in pleasure.

She felt it immediately as the twin balls lifted from her grip, sending a pulse along the underside of his shaft. Olin felt it travel down her throat until it erupted deep within.

Even buried so close to her stomach, she could not swallow the sheer amount of boiling cum Chinook produced as the first pulse was followed by several more.

Heavy blasts slammed against the back of her throat as Chinook ejaculated liters of spunk against the back of her throat.

Heavy streams began to pour from the edges of her beak as her stomach bloated with the excess the pent-up male had to offer.

Realizing that she was beyond capacity, she untangled her tongue from his knot and he pulled back. The spines scooped a large glob free from her gullet as Chinook’s tip felt the tainted air outside her beak once again.

Olin collapsed to the ground, coughing as she was allowed a deep breath. Her nares blew cum bubbles as she struggled to regain control of herself.

Removed from her beak, Chinook’s orgasm was far from over. His cock throbbed, blasting thick ropes of cum across Olin’s body from over a foot away.

When the waves of cum finally slowed to a dribble, his cock slowly retreated into its sheath and he examined his work. Splayed on her side with every feather on her body matted with sweat or jizz, the lower house gryphoness was a complete mess.

Catching his own breath, he praised her. “You’ve done well, my dear. I apologize if that was… rough for you.” That was an understatement. Olin could only now taste the richness of the hefty load Chinook injected into her stomach. It was delicious, but she was exhausted.

“However, I believe you have earned the right to have your heat relieved.” He paused. “After a moment’s rest that is.” Thank the Queen for that.

“That was intense… I can see why her Majesty keeps you a close secret.”

Chinook clicked his beak in pride. “Now dear, come to my chambers so we can speak. Do not worry about making a mess.” He eyed her hungrily. “We are soon to make a bigger one after all.”

Olin blushed and stretched her sore limbs. Queen, save me.