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There was MUCH lewd, lewd noises coming from between Ari's splayed hind legs, and she couldn't mind in the least. Far from it, she was near trilling, panting hard, tongue hanging out of her beak, splayed across the still-warm sun like an over-stuffed turkey.

Which, is what she often felt like when this far along in her clutching.

She could see him, the sleek, rough-scaled hide of the water dragon, claws gripped around her warm gryphoness thighs, growling deep, reverberating even, as he pressed his lips to her nethers once more.

He was eating her out, and it was quite...wondrous.

Not that she could think straight, no. She had been out for a moonlight hunt, looking for turtles or unwary seals, and...and she couldn't quite remember! She remembered talking, remembered cautious flirting, remembered...remembered eyes. The same piercing eyes peering at her over the swell of her egg-laden belly.

Oh goodness those eyes.

His tongue dipped once more, the water dragon...sparking something within that made her eyes cross and her voice squeak like a songbird. He was...he was so very, very deep within now, clutching his 'prey' close, teeth nipping across her outer lips as the pregnant gryphoness once more tried to get her wits about her!

It was the sparks, she thought. They were making it hard to think, making it hard...oh goodness that was lovely. It was as if she could see colors that weren't there, shuddering all over, even her feline toes curling in and out as he noisily slurped and slipped between her thighs.

She had remembered talk, remembered whispers, of some sort of creature in the water, but surely that wasn't this one. Not when he was keeping her so near her edge.

He had slipped over her once already, pressing snout to her beak, kissing deep, pinning her into the sand, and his smooth cock pressing between her netherlips. There had been sparks then too, some shifting, some lewd, lewd talk of replacing...?

That wasn't right, couldn't be right. She couldn't quite remember what he had promised. Clutching, laying, eating, no, that wasn't right. Not that she could remember. Not with that tongue slipping so so so very deep.

She peeped, squirming, easily losing track of time. How had the moon gotten that high in the horizon already!? And yet he continued to smack his tongue, squelch, penetrate! So very, very deep, pushing where surely it couldn't go, far deeper than possible! And yet, she could feel it in, in her egg chamber, pulling, tugging, curling around!

He was pulling out her eggs.

She squealed, squirming for just a moment, one of his claws pressing down upon her belly while the other held a hind leg, and despite the earliness, despite that she should feel so much more than she was, she was laying. Laying on her back, laying her eggs, laying them right, right into the awaiting teeth and maw of this water dragon.

She couldn't help herself, couldn't stop herself, she felt the first spread her open, felt her muscles involuntarily assisting, pressing, passing that egg, right across his awaiting tongue. Those eyes stared, stared deep into her own, and she shuddered once more, leaving more than the dampness of his saliva across her thighs as that egg popped free, right into his mouth. Blue and speckled and...and it was gone, a bulge down his throat.

He pressed his snout in for another, holding, licking, sparking her sensitive flesh until she had no coherent thoughts left, just pleasure and panting and laying her eggs, harvested by the water drake.

She laid her third, and fourth, and finally, one last last egg, this one curled around, pulled free, as she was almost too tired to clutch any further! It was pulled dragged from her, wet and glossy and swallowed whole into his throat. Now he looked well fed, and she felt emptied.

But not for long.

She felt those paws crawl over her, felt his bulk slide atop, felt him pin her down, studly muscled dragon all growls and whispers. She wasn't sure she could even understand, even as his tongue slipped, licking across her beak, still damp with her pleasure.

He was entering her, a slick, heavy, ridged shaft, pressed against her still warm, slick, yet oddly relaxed flesh. Able to accomodate a dragon, able to take him, as he took her. Hissing and thrusts, penetrations far deeper than any male gryphon could attempt! She rocked across the sand, hind legs wrapping around his haunches, wrapping around the swell her eggs made in his stomach.

Just food now. Claimed, and now, now being replaced.

It was so surreal. So invigorating, so relaxing, so convoluted and confusing! She squeaked and trilled her pleasure, mounted and humped and bred and so very, very fucked!

Thick, thick ropes of water dragon spunk oozed and spurt and felt like she was being filled to the brim, overflowing in moonlit glossy rivulets down her thighs and tailfeathers, the big drake hissing out his own pleasure as he properly left his seed to replace what was harvested.

The little jolts, little sparks left starts in her eyes, even as he started to pull free, leaving her so very exhausted, so very spent. She couldn't roll over, couldn't squirm, couldn't squeak or even voice her pleasure. His own was oozing out of her, her belly still slightly rounded, but far from the pregnant heft of before.

The eelish dragon hissed, pausing, dipping his snout, licking at her exposed sex, teasing, flicking a thick tongue, leaving her one last, jolting lick before nudging her stomach with the bluntness of his snout. He was grinning, he was hissing something, he was licking her beak and she flushed hotly! And then, then he was gone, a brief, faint splash as he dove gracefully into the ocean, leaving only it's lapping shores in his wake.

And a looot of dragon spunk.

Some hours later, she would waver, awaken, rolling on her side, and look at the light belly he had left her. She felt...full. Almost comical as if she would slosh. It took some minutes to stand up, on weak legs, but there was still no pain, other than the ache of sore limbs.

She puffed, dim light starting to raise in the east, towards the shelter of the island jungle. She would need to get back. There would be questions, many, many questions.

Especially when she laid a clutch of dragon eggs rather than gryphon.