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Valos listened with her ear tufts pressed back on her head, trying to seem aloof from the angry voice of the grand Lady that spoke to her. She lifted her head up, making sure that she appeared to be larger and less afraid than she truly was when faced with infamous Yona. The crimson phoenix gryphon was every inch the regal hen, her body gilded with bits of gold and silver, jewels pierced into her long crest feathers and down the length of her glowing tail. She had always been a apart of the central court, her own son had been elevated to a great warrior, her grand children stood to inherit half of Sky Haven. She didn't show her age, not in her carefully preened feathers nor in the way that she stood. She was lithe, as if she were still in the blossom of full youth.

Valos did her best to keep herself from being intimidated, she was a young hen, true, but her blood was as royal as the one in front of her. She kept her wings pulled in against her sides as she regarded the older hen. She had been summoned from her day in court, where she and the other young nobles had been flirting quite playfully with a series of guards that had been given watch over the gardens. She had assumed it had to do with her impending offspring, a fact that had been spread about the court as her own father had arranged for a drake that would be the sire for her eggs. There had been many teasing jokes about the coming day, things that had been said that made her blush, and seeing as Yona's own grandson would be the sire of her clutch, why shouldn't the older hen invite her here?

She was finally coming into her season, a fact that she concealed through the heavy use of both scents and magic. It was crude and unbecoming for a hen to smell of her heat, something that only the lowly creatures that weren't bred with the fiery blood of the phoenixes did. They had long ago risen above the need to breed as the common bloods did. They had a country to rule, they had a domain to look over, no one had the time to be heavy with eggs. In the older days, they used to push their eggs into a brood hen, make them carry them the moment they could withstand the transfer. As time went on, they learned magic enough to adjust the brood hens, to replace their ova with their own, removing the mess process of breeding entirely.

Not that being mated is so terrible, but being bred is a low born act, the very idea of behaving like animals in heat. _ She felt a grimace of disgust at the very idea. _Taking a romantic flight is one thing, eggs are another.

"Hardly surprising, she was unhappy that she would be my clutch-bearer." Valos answered with a shrug. "She is a minor noble, replacable."

"She was chosen for your clutch." Yona had a slight hiss to her voice, narrowing her vibrant silver eyes. "Do you recall that I specifically held her back for your use?"

"Of course not." Valos flipped her emerald tail lightly, shrugging one of her broad wings. "You were clear that you valued her since she showed the admirable qualities of a brood hen, I will take pains to find her replacement."

"Are you simply stupid or are you willfully ignorant, girl?" Yona cracked her beak and leapt down from her perch. "Your father assured me that you were an intelligent young hen, that your bloodlines were pure and would amplify my own."

"I am neither." She responded, bristling despite herself. "I can do nothing to bring back-"

"No you cannot, I paid a hefty price for Alleria!" Yona gave her head a rough shake.

The old gryphoness was in a fine mood, bristling with her anger as she padded across the floor. If it weren't for the fact that Yona was a force to be reckoned with Valos would have stormed out of the room and dismissed her. Her father had been quite firm in her role to play with her pairing with Quarth, especially since any offspring they produced would unite their families. She had a wealthy family, one that was old enough that they had no fear of falling, but there were shifting politics among the land bound dragons that meant that breeding new offspring, potential drakes with warriors that would be key to maintaining control over their interests.

"Then my family will make sure you take no loss of funds that might cause you distress." Valos answered, smoothly hinting that the old hen must be quite worried about the money. "There are plenty of brood hens eager to do the job."

"Commoners! Without a drop of phoenix blood in them." Yona hissed. "Do you think I want my line continued in the belly of some spotted hybrid?"

"It hardly matters when they will be purebloods." Valos responded easily. "It hardly matters who births the eggs."

"Foolish chick!" Yona's tail snapped and she twisted around. "That girl was a quality hen, true not of a higher bloodline, but pure enough. She was the only pureblood with an empty belly, now you expect me to see my future line carried out by some trash?"

"Obviously not." Valos was taken aback, flipping her wings slightly. "There will be another cycle soon enough, and by then I will personally hire-"

"I do not think so." Yona leapt back up onto her perch, turning about with a scattering of flames. "I am not so young as to wait for a year or two or five for you to come into your season again!"

Valos flinched slightly, her breathing came just a touch faster as the older hen glared down at her. She wanted to protest that it wouldn't be so long, but generations of her kind had given up their heat cycles to lesser females, many of them were no longer consistent. She drew in a breath, mentally preparing an apology that she would hope Yona would accept as being due to her. It would be humbling, of course, but there was little enough she could do about the situation except to try and make sure that the other hen was mollified that she was sorry for what had happened. Inwardly, she cursed Alleria, the little hen had caused her more problems than she was worth.

As she opened her beak to say something, there was a lash of red-gold magic extending out from one of Yona's foreclaws. The digits flexed slightly, curling downwards so that the strands twisted and coiled around the edges of Valos' beak. She let out an undignified squawk as the bands of magic snapped down and closed her beak, they twisted out along the length of her shoulders, her chest. They coiled and writhed, curling this way and that until she was unable to shake her way free. She immediately tried to strike out, but the magic she knew was the kind most young hen's learned, designed to be beautiful and elegant, not combative. The strands yanked her down, throwing her forelegs forward until her beak crashed to the floor, her head twisted to one side as the impact made her lose her breath.

"I will not have my future eggs brooded by a commoner. The royal lines have deteriorated thanks to that practice, so if I cannot use a brood hen, you will be the one to carry my grandson's clutch personally." Yona loomed over her, the silver eyes blazing angrily.

"RRRRR!" Valos tried to answer, her beak struggling against the magical bands holding her in place.

"Guards! Take Lady Valos to the breeding chamber! I will not risk her going out of heat before my grandson has had a chance to sire his clutch." The regal hen turned about with a flash of her tail, the sound of doors opening rang in Valos' ears as she tried to break free of the enchantment.

One of the burly guards grabbed the magical bindings, yanking forward so that she was dragged forward, stumbling and flailing with her wings flashing open wide. Her eyes jerked up towards the older hen watching her, but Yona had an implacable expression on her face, the feathers roused before she looked away. The older hen wasn't looking away in shame for what she was doing, but looked away as if bored by the scene. And there was nothing Valos could do to free herself as she was forcibly dragged from the room, the treatment rougher than anything she had ever experienced in her life.

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The breeding chamber was an age old traditional that harked back to when they first began implanting their ova and cycles into common bred gryphons. It was made so that a breeding could be witnessed and the brood hen would be tied down until the mating took. There was too much at stake to let them go, not when they might flip their tails up to some common born male and have the future of their clutch be sired by a creature not of the phoenix bloodlines. Valos had been present as a witness for a few breedings in the past, and now she was dragged in writhing and snarling angrily, her outrage growing as the guards pushed her towards the raised marble perches that had been well padded over with leather.

The room had the faint scent of sex still on the air, something that had grimacing angrily before snarling towards one of the males handling her. She was the daughter of a great house! They couldn't do this to her! She twisted and writhed, trying to break free as the guards used plain hard leather to snap over her shoulders and pinned her forebody down to the ground. She twisted herself to try and jerk backwards, her feathers pinching firmly as she felt them roused around her ruff from beneath the thick ridge of leather. One of the guards shoved paw right in the small of her back, forcing her chest tight to the ground so that the restraints were used to wrap around her. Another thick band was dragged up and around her stomach, well padded to keep it from hurting before her haunches were hauled up into the air.

She snarled out, her beak ground together roughly as she gave another twist. She had never been present for this part of things, by the time the more genteel watchers came to witness a breeding the brood hen was secured. She hadn't cared enough to think about how it was done, but now she was shown first hand just how little the guards cared about her dignity. She had always been treated gently, her entire life she had been given a certain amount of leeway, but now her beak was forced to the floor and latched to an iron ring. Her haunches were forcibly raised, but that wasn't the only thing they cared about lifting. Her fur was sleek dark green, almost so dark a green as to be black, lightening only when the feathers started to glow along either side of her tail.

Her tail was flipped up, the feathers that created the glowing frame along the slender fur of her hind legs. She tried to drop them down, but the rings that had been clipped around the base of her tail as decorations were put to real use. Short thick straps were pushed nder the rings, pulling them forward with a powerful drag that made her hiss out, her nares burning in humiliation. There was a flash of fire running down her back as the rings forced her tail up higher, sending a spill of cool air rushing between her legs. The long feathering that ran along the sides of her leonine tail made it so that she was normally hidden away and carefully modest, but now she was baring her heat enflamed folds to the world.

She twisted, yanking her head to one side and dropping down as she tried to find a way to cover herself, but the leather bands kept her tail raised up high in the air. She had tried to ignore the state of her heat since it had begun, wanting little to do with the fact that she was showing her season. It was such a low born state to be in, most females almost immediately adjusted things for their broodhens instead of waiting it out themselves, but she had wanted to wait. Alleria should have been the one here, the little misfit of a gryphon had always hung just outside of their social circles. It was the only way she could have earned any coin, so what if she felt stung that she wasn't groveled to or made one of the interior court, that hardly mattered!

Valos growled under her breath, the sound vibrated deep in her throat, a low born sound, but it was the only thing she had to use to show her anger as the straps creaked and the magical bonds that had been used on her snapped. The glowing red strands fell away in a glittering fall of sparks. She was able to open her beak, though not lift her head as she jerked upwards and let out an angry noise. The guard's heavy forefoot dropped on her back and he used his beak to yank the restraints harder, forcing the band along her shoulders to hold her tail up in the air without a single glimpse of mercy or decorum.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" She yelled, her ear tufts flattening with rage. "I am of the house Emerald! I am the daughter-"

"Do not embarrass yourself." The low booming voice was disgusted and she froze as she recognized it as her fathers. "Had you showed even an ounce of humility your brood hen would not have fled."

The great deep emerald drake stood just outside of view, his eyes turned from her as if embarrassed to see her daughter in such a position. She felt a lump in her throat and she tried to turn her head to face him further, but a leather band snapped down over her head and forced it to rest flat to the ground. They weren't doing anything that they didn't do to the breeders that were normally brought here, but it was an assault on her person that they would handle her in this way. She bristled and swallowed her pride as she regarded her sire, watching as the broad nearly black wings flipped against his sides.

"This is an a-affront to our house! You cannot let this happen!" She protested before squalling a bit when her legs were kicked open roughly.

"Lady Yano is firm that her lineage will be born from a proper noble, there are none available. As you drove your own away, then you must take her place." Her father answered, still refusing to look directly at her.

"This is madness! I am not some-" She started to plead, her fear spiking up in response to the way her father spoke to her.

"Do not shame me further by whining!" The drake answered, his voice turned into a harsh snarl that made her snap her beak shut.

He turned away from her, his feathers not even glowing as he refused to look back at her well pinned body, as if he were disgusted at her. She opened her beak to say something and snapped it shut again, humiliation rushing to her as one of the guards reached down and casually pushed a thick leather muzzle over her beak. That part wasn't normal, hens were typically allowed to have their beaks free once they were bound in place, and she muffled a growl up at him. Her eyes glittered and she could feel the fires flashing and rippling along her sides with little bursts of color as she strained forward again, lunging against all of the leather to make it creak about her to try and keep her in place.

The guards eventually retreated once they had taken the time to make sure she couldn't get free, but that gave her no comfort as the guards retreating only signaled the time for the witnesses to come forward. No mating happened without witnesses, it was considered of paramount importance, especially when two larger families were coming together for a breeding. The chicks could hatch out any number of colors, unlike the more incestual pairings that tended to throw only their own specific color mutations. She growled under her breath, her eyes locked on the distance couches that had been set up for the watchers, making sure that she was easily on display for those that wanted to see such things. It didn't take long for the first people to begin to stride into the room.

Yona came, accompanied by several of her direct family and an aloof look in Valos' direction as if making sure that the guards had done their work. She settled near the emerald form of her father, companionably murmuring something to the unsettled drake. That was the signal for more to come, and far more than just the few handful that always appeared at the breedings. Word had gotten out that the one being bred wasn't going to be a simple brood hen who had magically been augmented to carry the trueborn offspring of the sire and dam. Valos felt her nares burning, her fires burning hotly with her anger and humiliation as the first batch came with a randy group of young drakes. Their laughter filled her ears with mockery, making sure she understood that there was no pride for her to defend at this point.

She couldn't even hide herself, the seating directly behind her gave a good view of her heat swollen mound. It was glistening wetly as it had the last few days, the scent of her estrus was on the air thanks to the fact that the perfumed oils rubbed into her tail weren't hiding her body. She felt like a peasant, a creature with no say in her own life, when at least half the ones that came to see her were ones that she should have been able to cow. She refused to struggle, though the urge was great, she wasn't going to give them more reason to make mock of her. It was bad enough that her body was sullied with the hard bands of leather, the idea that she was about to bred was surging forward new fears.

She wasn't a virgin, she had once flirted quite heavily with a handsome drake who had gently teased her. Genteel love making was quite different than actual breeding, it was something that happened without the mess and fuss, the low born grunts, it was proper. And even then it was done quietly and behind closed doors, certainly pushed out into the arena as if it were a show that the world should be able to enjoy. She jerked back with a hiss, unable to stop herself as she noticed that her own group of friends was settling down on couches with every evidence of being quite excited to see the show going on. They weren't distressed or upset for her, they were peering closely and making small comments to one another, causing the mortified hen to jerk her eyes away from them.

"The honored pairing of Valos Emerald, House of Emerald, scion of Azure to Carsath Crimson, General of the Wings, Slayer of Dragonpeak, Decorated Warrior-" The herald called out the commendations of Yona's grandson, making Valos bristle.

She had never truly met the drake. He was one of the few commanders of the army, a rough and tumble creature that was good at planning invasions and sieges. She had seen him before, his vibrant deep red color was the color of blood, a disturbing look that he enhanced by making sure that he dyed his talons red to mimic dried blood. The arrangement hadn't bothered her, she cared little who sired her clutch, at least she hadn't cared when it was going to be Alleria pinned down to the breeding platform, forced to accept the creature as her mate. She listened to the age old command that the eggs conception would be witnessed, that no one could refuse a call to attest to the legitimacy of them, that they were to hold, forever, the memory of this day.

It was all so familiar and standard, but hearing it now made her shudder as she heard the sound of other talons on the ground near her. The faint scent of incense and smoke, overlaying the scent of musk caused her to stiffen. Her feathers fell back against her neck and she swallowed, feeling her stomach twisting painfully as the emerging drake padded onto the stand. She could see him, though she had to twist her head to do so, and seeing him brought a rush of fear through her. He was heavily built and muscled, trained as a fighting warrior instead of a courter. There was no doubt that he had some amount of disgust at the pomp, his eyes weren't even fixated on the herald continuing the speech. They were on her.

They were red, just like his feathers, a bright mad looking color that brought a surge of fear through her that she was not quite able to hide as he considered her. He had been groomed for the occasion, but it wasn't the pampering that the drakes in court enjoyed. He had no decorations on his feathers except the dyed markings along his wings that signified honors won in battle and a thick gold collar that signified his rank. She swallowed as she realized with a start that he wasn't simply watching her because he was bored. There was an edge of dark black beneath his stomach, a glistening bulge emerging from his sheath in a degrading show of desire. He was born to a wealthy house! He should have had sympathy for her! He should have been doing his best to convince others that she shouldn't be bound here like this, she was a proper noble hen!

"...A blessing on you both, for strong clutches and many offspring to carry on your family name." The herald finished primly, showing no signs that he was disconcerted by the fact this was all out of sorts.

Carsath gave a short nod of his beak and stepped forward curiously, actually nudging her with one of his forepaws so that she snarled out angrily at him. She tried to twist her head up to glare, but he only parted his beak in a slight smile as he gave another nudge with the curled edges of his toes, dragging the knuckles down against her side. Up close she was able to see the fact that his cock was sliding free from the sheath, the slow bulge of flesh was jutting out steadily, pushing forward and twitching a little bit to show a glitter of wetness beading at the head. She jerked her eyes away, refusing to even look while he ground his beak together thoughtfully.

"I've never bred a noble, too much trouble to try and climb onto your backs, but I suppose Grandmother was able to be more persuasive." Carsath stated coarsely and ran his talons along her raised haunches.

"NNNNF!" Valos flung her head about, causing a little tittering of laughter to erupt from the crowd.

"There is a reason I had you gagged." The crimson drake informed her and snapped his beak against her haunch firmly, marking her with a bruising pain that made her jerk. "Learn humility, hen, you are naught but a brooder now."

_A brooder. _She felt the sting of those words, something that made her flex her toes down against the ground, angry and horrified.

She couldn't even argue as the male raked his talons lightly against her hip, working against the fur so that it was lifted in a light marking. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but there were slight welts left behind before he moved behind her. She tried to tuck her tail, mortified that she would display herself like a brood hen about to be bred. It wasn't civilized! It wasn't accepted! She let out a breath, her chest rising and falling a bit faster as she tried to squirm forward and suddenly felt a heavy forepaw wrap around her tail base and squeeze, hauling her up higher in the air until a muffled squeal broke through the muzzle on her beak. The other paw moved up and cupped roughly between her legs, the toes curling forward along her puffy cunny lips and stroked.

The touches made her snarl out, feeling the puffy lips being caressed over and dragged upwards to reveal the natural lubrication that came with her season. She tried to tuck her haunches, moving until there was a creaking of the leather wrapped around her, something that did her no good as she panted out shallowly. The laughter that came from the drake was familiar, the teasing sound of any drake about to breed a female and one that came with a push forward of a knuckle. The press shoved and pinned against her plump lips, dimpling them inwards forcefully as she scrabbled with her talons against the ground in an effort to get away. He didn't give her that chance, he kept her shoved in place as the knuckle pushed forward a bit harder, spreading her open mockingly.

"Ripe and ready, are you?" Carsath murmured and dipped down to actually lick her mound, swiping it upwards. "Perfectly ready for a clutch, hmm."

_Crude! _ The comment made her bristle, just the way he phrased it was an affront, despite having heard similar drakes say it in the past.

The talon uncurled and suddenly she felt it dipping into her body, spreading the swollen passage open with the light probe that made her jerk upwards. Her snarling hiss burst out wildly, nearly roaring out as it pierced into her passage and the drake loomed above her. His beak shoved against her back, drawing in a breath before lapping a tongue against him. The slathering shove of wetness pushed over her, like a stallion sampling a mare, making her jump forward with a strain of the leather that was creaking forward. The fire flashed hotter, running down the line of her back as the drake actually bit her, his beak snapped out to grab at her neck and hauled himself up, pulling his talon out with a rough feel of the tip raking through her.

Valos' eyes flashed open wide, bulging to show a flash of white as she felt the paws grabbing her hips. They squeezed down tightly and flexed, the talons raked along either side, raising welts as she kicked about. She twisted and threw herself to one side as Carsath growled down at her, his weight warm and caressing as he locked his legs around her hips. The claws bit down harder, squeezing with enough force that she could feel them pricking into her skin. She had never been hurt in her life, never had a harsh hand lifted to her once, she had been treated as something precious and now the drake was yanking at her hips and twisted her scruff to one side. Her muffled noise came out to the sound of tittering laughter from her former friends.

The hot smear of precum oozed down along her haunches as he draped his cock against her, the line of it resting against her outer lip and puddling a wet spill against her. His breathing was short and rough as he curled his talons down and squeezed, biting down as hard as he could manage while grinding his cock through her fur. It wasn't that he was clumsy with his attempt to breed, he was deliberately working his hips to make sure that he was marking her with his length. He let out a low laugh, one that was too quiet for anyone else to hear as his beak pushed through the rush of air that plunged through her ear tufts.

"I've always wondered what one of the royal lines would feel like being bred." Carsath hissed softly, mockingly. "Strip you away of your fine airs until you're like every other brood hen that's been tied down here."

_How dare he?! Bound or not, I am still of a great house! _ She tried to respond, but her words came out as nothing more than guttural sounds.

"Don't worry, pretty hen, I have every intention of making sure your peer recall this for years to come." Charsath panted and shoved forward again.

He was purposefully wetting down her deep emerald fur, slathering it until it was darkening messily, becoming thicker and slimier as the hips pumped forward and then drew backwards. The hot wet feel of it dragging backwards against her fur left dark markings against her. She was breathing out a bit faster, stomach twisting a little bit as he yanked her hips upwards and regrabbed the nape of her neck. She felt the wet patch, the harsh scent of the drake were becoming stronger and her body flushed hot in reaction to it. It didn't matter that her body was running hot because of it. She didn't care that her body was reacting to it, she cared only that she wanted to be free and he wasn't giving her that chance. He was flexing his toes against her stomach before spreading his hind legs to wrap around her hips, his haunches tipping downwards.

The grip of the beak against her neck tightened, yanking roughly before there was a sudden jerk and probe right down against the line of her heat enflamed folds. The dark narrow tip smeared his precum against her, mockingly dribbling it down to glaze over her outer lips as he caressed her, holding her tight. He didn't bother to try and ease himself forward or give her an ounce of gentleness as he hunched his hips and behaved like many of the other former drakes did when brought out for breeding. They claimed what was theirs and what couldn't fight back. Valos screeched out in shock, her entire body surged forward as the boned cock drove into her, forcibly splaying her walls open with a painful rush of pressure that brought tears to her eyes as he shoved himself roughly forward.

He was well endowed, stretching and straining her until her walls were gaping painfully around the black spire that was sinking itself home. The burning ache was making it worse, her stomach was twisting up painfully as she immediately clamped down around him. She twisted, her wings flexing slightly as she choked out another sound of pain as he ground himself forward, the fat length forcibly stretching her swollen walls. They were burning with pain, forming a tight ring wrapped around him, the outer lips were forced in on each other as he slammed himself home with a brutal strike. His cock bowed from the pressure as he forced her body to open up around him, the tip digging in deep inside of her ripe stomach as she scrabbled her claws against the ground.

Her scream was choked in a cry as the creature dragged backwards, the barbs flaring open from the tip and hooking right into her tender hide to make her sob out in pain. The hips deliberately dragged backwards, pulling a few inches backwards before the next thrust hammered through her and caused her to shriek out. She twisted, convulsing in place as the tip dug deeper into her, making it better only in the fact that she was able to feel the barbs smoothed down instead of flaring out to rake through her. She scrabbled her claws forward, the rough ground ripped up along the well manicured tips, breaking some off as the next drag back raked the barbs through her body.

The rough grunt reached her ears as Carsath shuddered in pleasure, sending out a thick rope of heavy precum pouring into her body in a hot rush. The thickness started to gape her open wider and wider, ripping through her body as the tip hammered in far enough she felt the swell of his base shoving forward. She squawked out, the sound was horrifyingly common, but she couldn't stop it. The knot didn't just lightly press against her folds, it was grinding forward, threatening to sink into her body. No well-bred hen was knotted, it was considered vulgar to allow a male to do so, to be stuck with one's crotch by a knot was a sickening idea, one that left her feeling a new rush of shame as the hips rocked against her. The only reason to knot a hen was to breed her, and no hen would allow that to happen if she had noble enough blood.

The pull backwards ripped the barbs from her, raking through her body to make the walls contract down around him, stimulating deep inside of her stomach so that she was shuddering in place. The next thrust forward plunged forward, digging the tip deep inside of her so that she felt it burrowing and making her body writhe as the apex of the knot shoved up against her roughly, pushing forward. The force of the pressed against her threateningly, partially spreading her walls open with the shove before jerking backwards. The smooth caress forward was almost a relief, easing some of the aching pain before the inevitable feel of the barbs raking through her body. She bucked upwards, surging and writhing in place, her beak tried to gape open wide, struggling to take in a full breath and failing.

The cock tip sank forward, jabbing so far deep that she was left shuddering in place, her eyes squeezed tightly shut before she shrieked out her pain again. The barbs raked their way down towards the most sensitive parts of her anatomy, causing her to lock down again before the knot roughly sank forward. Her outer lips began to strain, the burning ache of them splaying wider had her twisting and trying to drag herself forward. She didn't care if it lacked dignity, she only wanted to be free and she twisted herself about with a wild buck upwards. The movement rocked Carsath and he snarled against her neck, digging his claws against her stomach to give a rough thrust forward.

The barbs caught against her, they were standing out sharply and raking backwards with a movement designed to keep her on edge. Tears sprang to her eyes, the pain flaring like fire through her lower body, without a single chance to evade them as each and every time the hips slapped forward the knot pinned itself against her outer folds. They were being ground and pinned, her clit roughly caressed as she twisted herself about. Every breath came in a little hitching breath, beak gaped open wide as she drew it in and then let it out raggedly. The raking claws pulled backwards, running towards the edge of her hips to forcibly drive the dark black knot forward hard enough to peel her upper lips open wider and wider.

She could feel them gaping, being pushed up and over the swollen base, the stab of pain cramping her as she muffled a shriek. The powerful haunches bucked and she felt one of the forepaws being pushed down right against the small of her back, making her breath come out in short wheezes as the tip dug itself home. He barely drew back before thrusting forward, prying the tender inner channel open with a wet noise, a lewd squelch of fluids being forced out around the edges as the knot slipped past the bonds of the taut ring and sank home. It glutted her passage, forcing the walls to stretch open wide, struggling to hold the sheer length of him as he snarled out above her. The ragged noise rang in her ears before he jerked backwards and the barbs opened up wide.

Her shriek was helpless, animalistic, feeling the knot nearly tearing out of her body with a lewd wet noise that had her jerking up again. The barbs raked furrows through her aching passage, only to end with a surge forward that impaled her once more, shoving the swollen base against her mound and pushing it forward. She felt the beak digging down harder along her neck, yanking backwards as the haunches shuddered. The warm balls slapped against her, pushing between her thighs with a forceful press that had her shaking in place. Her entire body was shuddering as she writhed, her breathing came in a short burst as the base began to grow. She felt it stretching her, tender muscles that had never been wrapped around one were forced to thin down and hold around it as the drake roughly drove himself against her.

He let out rough noises of pleasure, the movements yanked against the knot, pulling at her ass so that she was being displayed. The reddened lips were split right along the underside, bulging lewdly to hold the knot as the drake released her scruff with a hiss of pleasure. The last few thrusts worked the barbs through her, raking and pricking through her sensitive flesh, making her jerk upwards, twisting and writhing about, trying to escape, but his weight only kept her held down in place as the first twitches began to work along his length. Her eyes bulged open wide, her head twisted, yanking against the restraints as the heavy balls heaved up between her thighs and she felt the first pulse twitching upwards.

The stream of sperm rich cum exploded inside of her, a hot fiery eruption that poured in against her dilated cervix, flushing through her with twitch after heavy twitch. She let out a whine, her breathing coming out a little bit shakily as she felt the next hot stream pour out of the tip and hit inside of her. Every twitch was made with a contraction of the obscenely heavy balls, quivering and jerking so that another stream flowed outwards. It was foul feeling, the rush of cum pooling towards her vulnerable womb and eggs, something she never should have tolerated. The knot locked her in place, keeping her ass up and grinding against the drake's loins intimately. She could feel the small quivers and twitches that pooled it in deeper, her own body working against her to milk and squeeze along the length.

It wasn't over all at once, the drake reclined on her with an air of victory as his claws lightly pricked against her, raking through her thick soft feathers. The low rumble in his throat was continually vibrating out against her, making her as she felt another twitch of cum pouring into her. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably as her muscles worked around the knot. Even if they had unbound her she couldn't have done anything to get away except embarrass herself, she was knotted to the drake like a common scrubby hen.

There were hands suddenly between her hind legs, she felt the digits spreading and then jerking upwards with a pull that lifted her higher up in the air. Her angry squawk burst out and she twisted around, trying to get away as the fingers gave a squeeze to either side of her violated mound. She felt them feeling against the bulge of the knot that made her cunny stand out and look puffy, horrifying her while she tipped her feathers back. She didn't even have the energy to flare off angry sparks of fire as the touch slid up and gave a pull right at the drake's cock, making sure that the tie was secure. It was all a part of the play.

"A successful tie. Those who gathered have witness this first breeding?" The herald called out importantly and there were a few sounds of approval that came from them. "It will be witnessed, make your marks on the books that you pledge your word."

"Notice he said first." Carsath hissed into her ear, his breathing still a touch ragged and heavy as he did so. "Do not doubt, I will have as many breedings as I can claim to make sure that our clutch is a large one. I do hope there are not so many watchers next time, I want to try you out properly after all."

Valos shrank at that, her ear tufts soon pinned flat to her head as she contemplated just how often breeding hens were bred. There was a solid five days of heat when a brood hen was taken away and kept under lock and key, the first breeding was the one most importantly witnessed, but after that they would be continually bred by the chosen male. There would be a few witnesses, yes, but she would be kept under lock and key for his pleasure. There were horror stories of what happened once witnesses filtered down to those that just wanted to watch for sick pleasure. There were stories of drakes who left hens bleeding and scarred, stories of ones who were forced to pleasure them with more than just breeding purposes. She felt sick fear rise up as the drake purposefully yanked on his knot, the sound of her screeched brought more laughter from those watching.