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It was the Spring Equinox and Mariska could feel the tension in the air as they celebration went on as planned. The small kobold was perched on the edge of a stage as the priests did their normal rituals, the celebration wild and raucous as liquor was freely poured and people laughed. It was all forced. Every little sound was something that they did because they were supposed to enjoy themselves. They were laughing in the dark as nearly every female present was watching the rise of the moon, most of them trying their best to edge away from the center of town where they might be spotted by the priests. It would happen soon, just as it did every year, and everyone would pretend that it hadn't really happened. It was enough to make her laugh, but she stifled it with a tilt of her head, watching the group of priests near the bonfire.

Their village had been plagued by a creature again, all winter it had slept and left them be, quietly hiding in the shadows, but it had come awake again. When she was little she had imagined a slavering creature, monstrous and slimy, something terrible that had knocked through their homes and stolen their food. Her parents had reinforced that idea, but that was before she was old enough to understand what the celebration they held was supposed to do. When she had become old enough to bear eggs she had been told the truth about the thing, supposedly to prepare her for the fact she might one day be sacrificed.

A gryphon. It was a gryphon that lurked in the shadows of the forest, sleeping through the long winters and awakening to torment them at the first thaw. It was a bestial creature from a bygone war, something that had happened half a century ago, that should have died, but somehow still survived. The village had long since given up trying to kill him. Their attempts only brought down wrath upon them all, destroying their homes and oftentimes killing those that dared enter the woods after him. They had begun to give him food and gifts, currying favor, which seemed to hold him at bay

And probably keeps him here. She thought, watching as one of the priests danced past her, he was dressed like a gryphon, the feast starting to reach a fever pitch. Why would he leave if he has food?

It wasn't just food that they had begun offering him, not in the last few decades. Once a year they chose a female that would be placed with the offering for him, something that they had begun to do after the creature had begun to snag females at random. Her mother spoke of those times in a hushed terrified tone, when no girl had dared step outside of the village for fear of being attacked and brutalized. Most of them weren't seen again, some were allowed to live, though they were often scarred up from fighting. So, now they offered him a female each spring with his food, and he had stopped hunting down their females, at least, that was supposed to be the idea. She had her suspicions that a few of those 'sacrifices' continued to service him out of their own free will.

The first time she had come here, she had stayed up late and watched from a window, even though she knew she wasn't supposed to. She had expected to see the slavering terrifying monster of her youth, but had been shocked to find herself staring at a creature that wasn't ugly in the least bit. The moonlight hadn't been as good as the sun, but he had been glossy and large, showy and powerful, and she had gaped at him as he had eaten their food. And she hadn't looked away when he began to ravage his tied sacrifice. She had only been thirteen years old, but the sight had stayed with her, and it continued to stick with her even after all these years. The hunched beast above the girl, the grunts and whimpers, the wet noises.

Mariska shivered and shifted up onto her feet, moving closer towards the stage as the priests began to gather. Every year they chose a girl. She had finally learned the way that they chose them, though she suspected that no one else had put two and two together. They chose the female that they felt needed to be silenced or taught a lesson. Last year it had been one that had refused two suitors and caused a fight in town over her hand. The year before it had been a girl that had urged her husband to seek out the gryphon before the spring and kill it. She knew exactly how they picked who would go, and this year, she knew who it was going to be.

As the bell began to ring, bringing silence to the party, she tried to ignore the cold turning of her stomach. She was excited and terrified all at once. She had spent the past winter making a problem of herself, picking arguments, flirting heavily, disagreeing with her parents loudly. They were all things that the priests disapproved of and she had every hope they would chose her. Ever since the night she had watched him thrusting, seen him mating the female on the altar, she had not forgotten. Her curiosity had only grown, especially when she found out that he wasn't built like a kobold. He didn't have a smooth sleek shaft, he was built entirely different. He was knotted like a dog, and just thinking of it made her mouth go dry.

I wonder if it will hurt or if it will feel good? She thought and drew in a breath. I will find out. I wish the sacrifices would talk about it, then I'd know what to expect.

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"Use the salve thickly." Currish spoke in a hushed tone, the priest's eyes darting a little bit while Mariska squirmed under their hands.

The altar was built with a curve right beneath the arch of her rump so that her hips were pushed up high in the air and her legs were naturally spread to either side. They had used thick heavy cuts of leather to spread her legs open wide, the line of the bands stretched tight so that she couldn't do more than squirm about slightly, not enough to get free. Her tail was pinned down to the edge of the altar, the tip hanging over while one of the priests loomed above her. He had a pot in one hand as he dug out the thick cream colored salve from the depths, making her breathing come in short bursts as the other one stretched her arms up high above her head, straining her entire body to the point that it was nearly painful. Her shoulders were already beginning to ache as the priest reached up and slid his fingers between her legs.

There was no one on the streets, everyone would remain locked in their houses tonight as the feast of food and goods had been laid out for the monsters with the altar at the heart. She had been stripped down the moment the village had left, most of the females looking relieved as they had bolted without more than a glance or two back at her. She hadn't had to fake the fear she had felt when she'd been grabbed, her entire strange plan had become something terrifying once reality had set in and her body was being prepared for him. She had thought she would just be tied up, but they had done more than that. They had prepared her for him as if he were some sort of god. They rubbed her body down carefully, stroking and caressing to the point that she had been twisting and hissing angrily at the way they touched her. It hadn't been platonic in the least bit, instead, it had been invasive and terrible to feel the way they had purposefully caressed her.

Currish had been the leader of their village ever since his father had passed, a noble and wealthy kobold who had spent his life making sure that they prospered. No on starved in their village, no one lived cold in the winter or suffered, he had formed a council that served them all. She had never been intimidated him, not growing up and not when she was an adult. Until now. He was commanding and sharp with the males surrounding her, making sure that everything was snapped properly into place. There was something almost violent about the way he treated her, angry. As if he blamed her for the fact that the village was forced to make sacrifices to the gryphon. He had never been harsh in his life, until today, uncaring of how she whimpered when the bonds had been strained down to the point of cutting off circulation.

The fingers were covered in the thick salve and they pressed against her outer lips and started to spread her. The scent of it was strange and sharp, filling her nose as a leather band was slipped up and over her muzzle, pulling back all the way to the bridge of her nose so that she wouldn't be able to make any noise. The salve that was rubbing over her was melting with the heat of her body, the feel of it growing slicker as it formed a warmth that was growing by the moment. It wasn't from the fingers rubbing against her or the way they caressed the inner lining of her cunny, it was a faint burn that made her whimper as the salve was coated right along the bud of her clit, pushed down towards her narrow opening to make her breath catch in her throat.

"She is secured." Currish gave a few more pulls against the restraints. "The leather will hold well enough, have you coated her?"

"Yes." The priest between her legs slowly drew his fingers back, as if regretting he was going to move them. "It is nearly time."

"Be still and be quiet, girl. The loudest ones are the ones that we never see again." Currish told her, his tone rather severe. "Let this serve as a lesson against future behavior."

She swallowed a little bit, feeling the leather gripping around her muzzle as the warmth was starting to grow hotter by the moment. It was burning warmth that was spreading along the line of her mound and pushing down along the line of her outer lips, surrounding the tip of her clit. The throbbing beat of her heart was pounding in her ears as she squirmed in place, her breathing caught in her breath in a little hitch as she balled up her fists tightly and tried her best to get away from the sensation. She arched her body up, but the head priest gave a firm press against the line of her stomach. Currish was smiling at her, a mocking twist of the muzzle that made her shrink back uncomfortably from the way he was watching her.

"Have a good night, may your sacrifice enrich our village." Currish spoke with a sharp edge to his voice, the group withdrawing from her entirely.

Mariska was beginning to regret her decisions more and more by the moment as the sound of their footsteps and voices faded. Leaving her to cold spring air and whatever was waiting in the darkness for her. The burn became worse between her legs, an aching warmth that pushes deeper into her body until it was almost stinging her as she squirmed in place. She didn't have enough room to really move, she could only twist and shudder as she let out a short whimpering noise as she couldn't do anything to relieve herself of it. The air was chilly, but it didn't touch the burn, even when it caressed right between her legs. There was nothing to stop it as the moon continued to rise and the torchlight that had been placed around her started to fade away entirely.

It happened slowly, little by little, the darkness started to grow as she panted with her nostrils flaring open wider. The fear that had started the moment her name had been called spiked into real terror as she was left with nothing but fear and the ache burning between her legs. It was making her feel half mad as she tried to twist her tail upwards, pushing upwards with a little jerk, but it didn't do anything. What had seemed like a thrilling idea, a curiosity that she wanted to slake, was turning into something all too real as the time slipped by and darkness swallowed the altar entirely. Only the silver moonlight could be seen and she only had enough room to twist her head about slightly, getting glimmers of the houses with their shuttered windows in the distance.

She was trying to rock her hips against the altar, to ease the aching burn with whatever movements she could, when wind began to whip around her wildly. It was a near violent eruption that twisted and surged over her, cold and icy feeling while she let out a muffled noise as there was a flicker of movement. Something large and dark shifted through the shadows, a rippling that passed over the edges of the night sky and blocked out the stars. Heavy breathing could be heard, the puffing noises filling the air as there was a rippling of movement that made Mariska freeze in place as there was a low noise that filled the air. The leaves and ground moved and shifted as the creature padded forward and she saw a hint as to the sheer size of the animal circling along the altar.

The light of the distant houses caught a pair of bright eyes, the light reflected back in an alien manner that made her swallow and jerk backwards. She tried to writhe backwards again, surging against the restraints to the point that she felt her circulation being cut off along her wrists and ankles. The creature let out a noise, almost a clacking noise before it moved in closer, the eyes two bright points of light fixated on her as a heavy crest roused up the air, the long feathers shaking a little bit along the sweep of two backward facing ear tufts. The sharp edge of the beak glistened in the light as he padded closer, stalking with an easy rolling step that rippled along the length of his back.

She had seen him before, on other nights, he had looked beautiful then. His feathers were a pale silver color that made him look lovely and almost metallic in the light of the full moon. She had thought he had looked almost unreal, nothing to fear, too beautiful to actually be a living creature when she had seen him from the safety of her house. Now, she saw the sheer size of the creature padding forward and realized that he was well past the size of a horse. He was deep chested and his wings flicked against his back lightly as he stepped close enough that she felt the heat of his breath hitting against her shoulder, puffing out. She flinched backwards, but she couldn't pull away, she was trapped and forced to feel every breath teasing down the line of the side.

The low growl made Mariska swallow, her eyes squeezing shut as the monster pushed the smooth edge of the beak against her hip. One of the forepaws was soon placed against the stone altar, complete with talons the size of her fingers, each one hooked and honed to a sharp tip as he nipped sharply against her lightly scaled hide. The kobold couldn't stop herself from letting out a short scream, the sound escaping her lips as the hooked tip raked against her and the gryphon let out a low churring noise. She could see his tail lashing behind him as the claws raked against the altar, leaving a white trailing mark behind them as he padded around her, growing more animated by the moment.

What had been thrilling while watching became something that threatened to swallow her down in a wash of terror as she was forced to live the part. He was massive! The creature didn't have any familiar redeeming features about him as he roughly pushed his beak between her thighs. The hot breath panted out, the scent that came on the air was strange and almost cloying on the tongue. The musk growing as he pushed the edge of his beak up and nosed forward towards her inner thighs, the burning salve a distant sensation in the face of the creature's predatory maw so close to her and her most vulnerable parts.

She tried to writhe backwards again, but she was held in place as the monster's beak opened up wide and the tongue uncurled. She didn't know what to expect from the avian tongue, but what she got was a rasping textured appendage that scraped over her burning aching mound. She muffled a ragged noise of shock as the tongue lavished in powerful strokes, pushing upward sand then dragging back down again. The hot breath hammered out against her, puffing out heavily as if he were taking in her scent. She didn't even know if an avian did go by scent, but the tongue was pushing through her with powerful strokes, rasping upwards, dragging over her smooth soft inner folds to make her writhe in place.

It hurt, it felt good, it scraped against her clit until she was choking on another scream. It sought after the salve, lapping it up while two massive forepaws dropped down onto the altar, one on either side, flexing down and rasping as he pushed his tongue forward a bit harder. The rough texture tugged and pulled while the narrow tip began to push harder against her and forced her lips wider apart. He was grinding himself up against her opening, spreading her open with a rasping flick of the tongue tip, worming his way in deeper. It made her arch her back upwards, only to feel the heavy weight of a paw slam down against her, the talons raked against her sides. The low snarl vibrated along her mound, making her breathing turn into a rasping burst of terror.

Oh god, what was I thinking? Her thought was frantic, but even that terror was mingled with a tickling of aroused interest as he began to push his tongue into her body.

His beak held her tightly, the sharp tip rested against her navel as he pushed his way inside just enough to lap up the salve. He tormented and dragged over her passage, twisting and curling about, seeking it out in such a way that she had no chance to do anything but react. Her inner walls clamped down around nothing, she couldn't stop them, she was breathing faster as she felt the minute barbs being pulled backwards with a forceful jerk that caught against her g-spot. She gaped her muzzle open, crying out loudly enough that she heard a few of the shuddered windows moving. She didn't know if they were baring them further or if they were peering out, but the gryphon was letting out a rough snarl of interest.

She was growing wetter by the moment, the tongue rippled and rolled through her, an appendage with its own mind as he thoroughly examined her. He dapped lightly before pushing in deeper, he curled his tongue tip up as her slickness was pushing out around him. She couldn't stop herself, the animal wasn't trying to give her pleasure, and some of that helped build up her desire as the tongue pushed in even further and curled past the narrow gripping walls. He slowly began to run backwards, the textured tongue left a raw feeling along the taut band of her sex, wetness clinging to him in strands from her own desire. She couldn't stop herself, it was wrong, it was dirty, it was filthy, and some part of her gloried in it. The part of her that had watched the gryphon and the females that had been sacrificed to him. The part of her that wanted to see more, needed to see more.

He jerked his head back, his beak gaped open wide as he panted shortly and let out an aqualine cry before shifting his paw off her stomach. The claws raked against her roughly, leaving red welts behind while he surged forward with a short hiss. Mariska saw his eyes clearly in the moonlight, blood red and terrifying looking, and feathers covered her body. They were amazingly soft feeling, tickling along her chest, her stomach, dancing along her lower belly. She tried to pull away again, but he shoved her down roughly, holding her in place as the heavy forepaws hit hard against her shoulders. His claws pricked against her as the furred haunches ran against her legs and something hot and wet rubbed up along her.

She didn't try to stop herself from looking down, her breathing was coming too fast now, she felt a little dizzy as she saw flashes hidden in the shadows of his stomach. He was only partially out of his sheath, just the cock tip was showing, but it was more than enough to make her realize that his sheer size was beyond anything she had ever dealt with. He was swollen and scoop shaped, almost like a dog, with the tip slimy with precum as it swung back and forth. He put more weight on her shoulders while he rocked his hips back and forth, splattering her messily in the process. The rough panting breaths were echoing in her ears, the fear starting to grow again as he stepped forward, tucking her entire small body under his too large frame.

It's too late. She thought frantically, some part of her terrified and realizing that there was nothing she could do to stop what was about to happen. I didn't mean for this!

Her fantasy was shattering with the feel of blood rolling down along her shoulders, the talons pierced through her hide roughly before the monster hunched his hips forward. The cock tip pushed a bit further free of its swinging low slung sheath, and he used it to drag along her stomach, trailing lower as he did so. The wetness was coating her, running along the curve of her navel, making her jerk about in place. She tried to say something, her muzzle worked and tried to twist free of the leather, but it all ended as the feverishly hot glans kissed upwards and pushed roughly against her glistening lips.

Mariska's cry was ragged, muffled by the gag, her eyes bulged as he drove his cock tip in and mashed it against her lips. He didn't ease into her or carefully try to find her opening, he pushed against her with bruising force that shoved her body against the restraints. The sheer weight of him and the power behind his hips would have thrown her off the altar entirely without the restraints holding her. The gryphon ground himself against her roughly, the force bruising her as he pried her open with a grunt and hiss. His body hunched over her as she felt the talons digging down roughly, yanking against her shoulder as he uselessly tried to pull her back onto his body.

The cock twitched and quivered, pushing inwards and beginning to pry her taut walls open wide. They were nearly tearing around the too large girth sinking forward with a lewd wet noise. The precum was spilling out in a hot rush, thick heavy rivulets were pouring out into the narrow passage, smearing down the length of his cock. Her muscles gave small quivers and twitches, trying to flex around him with small leaping movements as he fed more of his length forward. The furred haunches were tightened up, shivering a little bit while he let out a short hiss above her and the tapered tip jammed in further. He grew wider as he went, her cunny stretching open wide so that it was forming an obscene wide O, feeling the drag of the heavy flesh pushing through her. The shove pushed her up harder, her arms were given some slack as the restraints on her legs were taking the brunt of the pressure.

The talons kept grabbing her as the hips dragged backwards, the suctioning pull slipped free with a wet noise, slipping free with heavy strands of wetness coating the edges. The beak clattered together loudly as the next thrust snapped forward, the swell of the base of the cock began to make her body ache as the head shoved up against the barrier of her cervix. It dug against her painfully, her stomach cramped as she puffed out a breath, her eyes squeezing shut against the sensation. It was too much, too deep, too large, the muscles were screaming in pain as they were forced open and molded around the length. She felt every bulge and divot from the veins, the way the tip was digging in against the pliable barrier of her cervix that caused her stomach to cramp down painfully.

She let out a muffled sob when he drove forward again, feeling the tip pushing harder before he suddenly jerked himself back. His weight dropped down above her, the feathers and fur nearly crushing her under the powerful muscled body. The wings were tucked in tight against his side while the hips pressed against her tightly she felt the tip digging against her. The stretch and strain, even past the pain, sent shudders of pleasure through her body. The nerves were strained open tight, mingling that pain and pleasure to blur the lines as the swollen base of his cock tried to push itself home. The frail barrier towards her egg chamber was being battered and bruised, stretched and dimpled inwards by the sheer force of the movements.

The beak clacked down towards her muzzle as he roughly yanked against her shoulders, raking his talons along the line of her hide. She choked out a noise, muffled by the muzzle when the thrust drove forward hard enough that her walls began to splay open wider. The aching burn made her entire body seize up in reaction as it started to stretch. The narrow passage wasn't prepped for this, she wasn't able to do anything to escape the feel of it gaping wider and wider by the moment. The cock tip was stretching into her passage, his knot pushing up and bruising her outer lips as it was pinned down. His snarling voice echoed in her ears as he shuddered in place, the pain making her vision go dark around the edges as she was nearly torn around the knot pushing forward.

The feel of wetness was pushing down along the line of her ass, dribbling downwards as it was forced out. Where her skin split she felt the salve sting her, her body gave a few jerks in place, gulping down each breath as the cock head burrowed its way into the soft velvety embrace of her cervical passage. The length twitched, heavy and dark, bulging the line of her stomach before the base pushed her open wider, wedging itself into the narrow ring of her sex. Her stomach was aching, the throbbing beat was rushing up in time with her heartbeat. She was full, too full, stretched so wide that she was unable to compare it to anything else. Her fingers had never been this way, her brief flirts with sex hadn't been this way.

The gryphon jerked his hips backwards, the pressure and suction of her taut sex making it hard, but his knot popped free with a slurping noise. He didn't make her weight for long before the next thrust pushed into the opening of her cervical passage. The tender snug walls were closing down around the glans, the powerful walls clutching as her stomach tried to work through a stab of contractions. The trigger was nearly the same as egg laying, the urge to push around the cock as the knot sank forward with a grind and swell that pushed through. The swollen bulb stretched open wide, making her cunny grow puffy and bulge outwards in the attempt to hold open her length. His breathing was turning harsh and ragged, the beak made a grinding noise before he jerked backwards again.

The shock of pressure and pain rocked over her as the knot was pulled free, her own muscles working to push it free with a contraction that bow her stomach up under the gryphon's weight. He drove back in, the violent drive of his hips becoming rough and short as the massive beak reached down and nearly grabbed her muzzle. The eyes were blazing in the darkness, bright and fevered as he gave wild thrusts, short and powerful, rocking forward time and again. The movements hitting against her ass he felt the swell of the bulging balls slap against her, their soft fur caressing her body with slow powerful movements, designed to keep her on edge.

The knot plunged in, but it was nothing compared to the brutal plunge into her cervical tunnel, the spread and stretch that molded her open wide. The triggered muscles tried to push around the swollen length as she sucked down a rough noise of pleasure. It erupted past her lips, ragged and shaking, she couldn't stop it from sliding free. She was tense and rigid, her body stimulated through the pain, pushing her towards a frantic feel of pleasure that was making her blood pound in her ears. It wasn't enough to make the pain go away, it wasn't the flush of pure lust, but it was something undefinable that she was left feeling awakening inside of her.

The short ragged squeals were tempered with moans each time the knot sank itself into her, swelling her wider as the rough strikes began to pick up speed. They were hitting her faster, harder, with less control by the moment as the knot wasn't just pulled back out, it was just tugged backwards enough to pry her taut opening open just a touch before the plunge forward again. The tip probed deep inside of her, rubbing and caressing, causing spasms of contractions to be rocked through her body as she shuddered in place. Her groaning cry erupted out as she intimately felt the knot growing wider inside of her. The burn of her muscles being pried and stretched wide faded into the backdrop. It didn't matter, none of it mattered, the only thing that mattered was the feel of the gryphon working inside of her.

His beak snapped down, she felt it crazing against her shoulder in a brief strike as the knot yanked back, pulling her and drawing the arm restraints tight. He couldn't pull out, he glutted her entire body with the animalistic shaft that was quivering and twitching within her. She wasn't able to do anything except ride the mounting pressure pushing along her well filled stomach. The rough noises were huffing out against her as the gryphon began to tense up, her own body was shuddering as the knot was grinding itself right along the rise of her g-spot, the pressure and movements drawing caresses against her g-spot, keeping the movements there.

Mariska let out a muffled call as her body seized up, her walls clutched around the cock working inside of her, gripping it greedily and squeezing as she tried to pull it in deeper. The pain pushed away to the background of the pleasure that broke through her. She gripped around the knot that lodged tightly inside of her, not even able to pull a hair backwards as her vent was bulging with the sheer size of him. Her lips and clit were distended and strained open wide, every sound she managed to get past the muzzle was uncontrolled and ragged while the balls began to twitch and pull up tight against the curve of her ass.

The kobold's eyes snapped open wide as she felt the stream of hot cum pouring out of the creature. The thick heavy rush of it came in a pressured stream that pushed through the narrow opening, pouring through her violated cervix and towards her womb. It was so hot, so terribly hot, drooling out and coating her insides in the heavy cream that puddled deep inside of her. She gave a few jerks of her hips, the little arch pushing her up so that the knot was driven deeper inside of her as the animal groaned out a sound of pleasure above her. His balls were twitching, every time they heaved upwards there was a new spurt of heat pouring into her belly. Making sure that she was well and truly seeded, the eruption of his sperm spread through her and kept pushing deeper.

Mariska let out a moan, the shallow sound panting out as she squeezed her eyes shut, squirming and twisting in pleasured pain. The ache was pushed beneath the warmth of her orgasm as she was filled, her slender stomach started to bulge beneath the swell of the seed squirting in deeper. She was milking him, squeezing for every drop as the gryphon panted above her. His beak was gaped open wide, tongue jutting out a little bit while the claws raked her shoulders. He pulled himself up, tugging at his knot, but there was little he could do to drag it free as she let out a whimper of pleasure at the way that it was shifting and sliding inside of her. It was twitching, every movement working to keep her on edge as she kept her eyes closed tightly with her pleasure.

Dawn is a long way in coming. _ She thought, slitting open one eye to see the darkness still around her. The fear was lost in a moment of clarity and honesty at the rough pleasure she had felt beneath the gryphon. _I hope this doesn't mean he's done already.

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Currish popped his jaw and panted as he remained on all fours in the barn, the sounds of the animals were quite loud and rattling, upset and disturbed as the last of his feathers slipped away with the rising of the sun. It was painful drawing back to his kobold boy, the muscles were twitching and shivering, jerking in place in reaction. The pain was sharp as the bones reshaped themselves, but he was able to push past it as he always was, sucking down a breath and panting it out, sending steam rushing out in front of his muzzle as he grabbed the edge of the barn wall and used it to haul himself upwards, swaying on two feet.

It was morning, the sun was starting to rise, but no one would be coming out until he gave a ring of the bell, that much was sure. He smoothed his hand down along his head and worked his jaw a little bit, cracking it so that it was settled and he gave himself a shake. As he stood, he felt the familiar roil inside of his soul, the creature that had come tearing out of his body was satiated and well satisfied with himself. It coiled up far, dipping down and away until it was silent again, barely a stirring in the backdrop of his mind to make sure that it wouldn't awaken again.

The kobold knew that the village would be rousing soon, those that had slept through the night at least. Most had been awake, terrified that the monster would come ripping into their homes. He twisted his lip in a little bit of a smile at the very idea that they were shuddered away for fear of that. He had made sure to build up that terror, just as his father and grandfather had. They were careful to make sure that none of them would ever dare sneak away into the night to see them change. It had been four generations since the wizard had cursed his family, his great-grandfather had been the one to figure out how to chain the monster that rested in their souls, but it came with a price.

"What are you looking at?" He hissed at one of the horses that was snorting, stomping a hoof angrily.

The priest curled his tail tip a little bit, licking his lips and grimaced a bit at the taste of raw blood there. Once a year the gryphon was ripped out of his body into being, and allowed to gorge himself in food and in sex, satiated so that he went silent once more. At least for another year he would be silent. The kobold began to drag his clothing on, his head tilted to see the altar standing in the middle of the square. The girl was passed out, used to the point that he felt a slight stirring of lust of his own right at the memory of how he had taken her. He reined it back stubbornly. Now was not the time to have such urges, not when the town would soon be waking.

He finished garbing himself and opened the barn door, taking a breath, feeling light and relieved as the world was no longer overshadowed with the gryphon's stirring in his soul. At least the girl had seemed to enjoy the attentions rather than sobbed incoherently like the last girl. He hated the memories of their sobbing, better that they accepted their fate quietly. He padded out into the greying dawn and glanced at the spent girl, her gaping folds drooling seed liberally onto the altar. If she were lucky she'd only walk away with a belly full of his seed, if not... well.. It wouldn't be the first sacrifice that had started to swell.

_After all, my mother was a sacrifice. My son shows no signs of the curse, it would be a shame to have such tradition to come to an end. _ He thought and reached out to begin to ring the bell, summoning his people.