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Transformed by His Mistress

Second Extension

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Hikit

Splayed on her back with her hind legs tucked in towards her body, Crystal crooned softly, the gryphon’s tail lashing the floor in a slow, gentle arc as their messy creampie drooled from her. The taste of cum lingered on her tongue and, languidly, she lapped it off the edge of her beak, inhaling sharply through her ‘nares. The scent of sex and the gryphon drakes swamped the cave, the light filtering in from the outside world turning a sultry crimson and orange as she languished in the afterglow, every nerve-ending in her body tingling from her climax.

Yes, it was good to be bred, she thought blearily, watching the brown, white, grey, blue and, of course, the red forms of the gryphons shifting lustfully around the cave too, some circling and others sprawled out on their sides, resting while they recovered their physical strength. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, but a reddish haze of lust seemed to have settled over her, although it was by no means the strangest happening of the day. But Crystal needed more and groaned wantonly, tail shifting to draw attention down to her puffy, well-bred folds, thickly drooling cum and her sexual fluids to stain the cave floor beneath her.

The hen squawked demandingly. Did they not know that she still needed to be fucked and bred?

The blue gryphon ruffled his feathers, puffing out his chest as he stalked back and forth, his self-inflation making himself look far bigger and more important than the others. While the others were recovering, he seemed to bounce back to himself very quickly, his barbed cock hard and throbbing. A steady stream of pearly pre-cum trailed from the tip but, after breeding her already, it was difficult to say just what was his excitement and what was cum streaking his shaft in a delectable mix of her juices.

Crystal shuddered and flicked her tail, trying to rock her hips up as if she was still human. Take me, take me! At least, that’s what she would have said if she could still form words with her beak, although she was quite sure that Bridget, with whatever wicked capabilities she possessed in her clearly magical arsenal, would be able to grant her the realm of speech again if she so chose.

And Bridget made quite sure to keep herself close to the action, getting up close and personal with her feathered charges. Seating herself beside the gryphon hen cross-legged on a cushion that she must have had her bring along while the gryphon had been a man, Bridget chuckled softly.

“Now, now, dearie,” she murmured. “Is someone getting a little more excited? I knew you’d be the best brood hen for my boys, even if I needed to make you a little more attractive for them!”

However, it was not only the blue-feathered gryphon who was ready to go again as the red and the grey drakes also puffed themselves up in a mating display, tails held high and snaking back and forth as if they had become, quite literally, serpents themselves. They clacked the edges of their beaks together and hissed, jostled for space and position as the blue gryphon held his ground firmly, the largest and most muscular of the group. His form would not have been out of place on top of a pillar, a carved statue rising magnificently as he beat back his challengers, the scuffle short-lived in light of his hard, bobbing cock and raw need to breed.

Hissing viciously, he drove them back with swipes and buffets of his wings, easily making it well enough known that he was next in line and would stay right where he was to fuck Crystal just as she so very desperately needed to be fucked.

“Easy, boys...”

It only took a stern word from Bridget and a certain kind of look for the other two to back down, knowing when to accept that they’d been bested. But the crimson gryphon drake growled deep in the back of his throat and hunkered down to the ground a little too close for comfort, wings mantled over his back and tail lashing as fervently as a lion stalking his prey. He wasn’t used to not getting his way.

That didn’t matter to Crystal and her blue lover, however, as he leapt on top of her, nipping playfully at her exposed, feathered throat as his cock jabbed wildly, seeking her pussy. He knew her body after his first time breeding her but excitement made him clumsy and it took several failed thrusts, his tapered cock-tip sliding through the slick mess of cum surrounding her slit, before he sank in, drawing a sharp cry of pleasure from both of their beaks in perfect, lustful time.

So thick! She squawked like it was her first time being bred all over again as he slammed into her, the barbs catching and digging in as he pulled back. Although the spines were painful, they only drew another moan from her lips, the sound surprising even Crystal. It had sounded so human and yet still wantonly feminine, nothing at all like the masculine, throaty moans she may have given before as a man. But she would never again be a man – not when she had a life of fucking a gryphon flock laid out before her to be enjoyed in perfect, beautiful submission.

She wouldn’t have wanted anything to change, not if she got to be fucked like the breeding hen she was, day in and day out. Crystal cried out softly and hugged her forepaws around the drake’s shoulders, drawing him down against her as her legs did the same, so easily wrapping around his hindquarters and buttocks as if she was trying to encourage him to jam even more of his cock into her. Her hips rolled up from the floor with each and every thrust, the hen cawing to be bred as he hissed and nuzzled into her neck, the contrast between being tender and rough starkly divine.

“So glad to see you being such an eager participant in your breeding, Crystal,” Bridget murmured, teasing her fingertips over the gryphon’s head and neck, although she was careful to keep her human fingers away from her beak. “You’re such a little slut. How does it feel to have his cock in you, so thick and full?”

Crystal bobbed her beak rapidly but could make no further response to her mistress’ words as she opened and closed her beak, gasping and panting for breath that would not come. She needed to breathe but her chest was so tight, every sensation in her body taken up by that of his pounding, driving cock, the gryphon clenching her already tight, if sloppy, passage around him as if trying to keep his cock inside her for as long as possible. Her partner snarled, though it was a sound of lust and not upset, grinding deep as his spines dug into her G-spot, hot pleasure curling up inside her once more.

Oh, it was so easy to lay back and enjoy his thrusts, paws squeezing around him as her mistress commented what a good girl she was, how well she took his cock – especially when the spines caught and bit so ferociously. The hen could only moan and beg him, without words, for more, always more. The barbs seemed to grow increasingly vicious with each gryphon she took, although perhaps it was just that they developed more and more with every breeding the males undertook, their bodies evermore desperate to ensure that their claimed female was seeded and impregnated at any cost.

“Now, Crystal...” Bridget whispered, fingers dancing lightly over the top of her beak. “Run your paws over his feathers and fur, feel his muscles under you. Your body can do far more than you realise, my pretty one.”

Shivering, the hen could only comply with a direct order, being wary of her talons as she stroked them through his feathers, running across his shoulders, below the base of his wings and across the join where feather became fur. Her forepaws were not the only part that was coached to please, Bridget also bidding her to raise her back paws as she used the paws on her feline paws to caress and stroke, her lover shuddering as his tongue hung over the edge of his beak, enjoying the softly trained massage as he drove towards his high.

As she stroked and teased with her claws and paws, the hen shuddered, struggling to control her muscles in such close proximity to climax. Bridget murmured to keep going and she tucked her beak down to her chest as she pressed her paws into his muscles, teasing and pressing as he hammered in, a string of drool hanging from his beak in anticipation for what was to come. He knew just how much she could take and that was every last inch of his cock, the thrusting like a feral, untamed beast as his spines enlarged and pulsed out further with each squeeze of her pussy around him.

And, as she tingled on the very edge of climax, Crystal hissed loudly, wings shuffling beneath her back, trapped between her body and the floor. Her head fell back just as she gave her hardest squeeze yet around his cock, wanting him to climax at the same time as her, but then orgasm was upon her and she couldn’t think about anything other than the coiling waves of ecstasy pounding through her, a surf driving her up onto the rocks as she fell from the sky that should have been her domain.

The gryphon hen screeched and dug her claws into her lover as he audibly gasped, beak rammed down against her neck as he thrust with renewed urgency, the pulsing massage of her rippling, clenching pussy around his cock simply too much for him to bear. Oh, but how he tried, each rippling pulse driving along the full length of his shaft as if he was actually being milked manually, the gryphon twisting and grunting as his breath caught in his throat. She moaned a gryphon’s keen, her twists and writhes only making the contractions around his cock all the more fervent, desperation edging into the glint of his eye. He juddered, beak opening and closing, yet no breath whatsoever could be taken in through his ‘nares as she screeched and clamped down wantonly around his cock. The barbs dug in, catching in just the right place, and, if the gryphon had still been a man, his eyes would have rolled into the back of his head as she pumped his cock for all she was worth and so very much more.

Yet he could not hold out forever as her ecstasy rolled on, her pussy giving such a tight squeeze along the full length of his rampant cock that it would have taken a much stronger male indeed to rear away from the breach of climax. He sucked in a breath and roared out his pleasure, stirring all the other gryphons up into a frenzy as he slammed in hard and fast, the spines on his cock jutting out viciously as he stoked her to further spirals of pleasure, pain and pleasure intermingling in that deliciously rough cocktail.

On and on his orgasm went, the gryphon seemingly over-productive as she clung to him, crooning breathlessly. Cum oozed thickly out around his shaft but it was only when both their orgasms had finished and he pulled his half-hard cock from her sore and well-abused cunny that the true extent of his climax could be seen. Her pussy stretched and gaped lewdly open, spilling a thick, hot mess of cum and her fluids, although there was a great deal more cum than feminine juices. Crystal’s head rolled back as she moaned, tongue hanging out from the side of her beak. Cum spilt down over her tail, leaving her back end sitting in a puddle as her cunny drooled out what was not forced into her womb past the increasingly fragile barrier of her cervix.

“What a good hen you are...”

Bridget grinned and patted her head condescendingly, openly enjoying the mess of cum and sexual fluids draining from her pussy in preparation for the next male. Crystal, after all, was certainly one gryphon that she would not need a single bit of lubricant for at any point. Her smile widened wickedly. No, her boys would see that she was always slick and ready for the next one!

As he wandered away to relax and recover, however, the next gryphon was already in line. Snapping at the crimson drake just to assert his dominance, the white gryphon fluffed up his feathers and seemed to smirk as he stalked over her, not even letting Crystal roll onto her stomach as she tried to ready herself for him. There wasn’t time for presenting as he growled and slammed into her neatly, filling her cunt in one swift, claiming thrust.

She squawked, rousing the others, the brown gryphon pacing and pacing and pacing around them with his tail lashing. His eyes fixed on their display as his comrade pounded her, snarling and nipping lustfully at her exposed throat as he took her with the raw passion that only a gryphon seemed able to deliver. Each driving thrust spread and stretched her cunt open, although she tried to squeeze and pulse around him as if she was already eager for his cum and, in all honesty, it was all she needed and so much more. She craved it and let her beak hang open, rolling her hips back into his thrusts, though she was surprised by a cock ramming into her line of sight, the brown drake seemingly unable to contain himself and his need in the heat of the moment.

She supposed that she just had that effect on males now. Bridget chuckled lowly, a dark, rising sound that filled the cave even over the slap and grind of Crystal’s current stud’s hindquarters, cock slamming deep with every stroke he delivered.

Impatient, the gryphon gave a trembling shudder and cawed loudly, shifting back onto his hindquarters as he pawed at his own cock with single-minded need, the pulsing spire spurting pre-cum as if he was climaxing right then and there. He rocked his hips, clearly in desperate need, but was not able to reach the pleasure he so desperately sought as Crystal leaned towards him, eyes alight with the glimmer of swiftly incoming pleasure.

“Seems you’ve made another friend there, darling,” Bridget crooned, lips twitching in a smirk. “Why don’t you lend him a...paw?”

Panting heavily, Crystal flung out a foreleg, clinging desperately to the drake’s white feathers as she tried to grasp the other’s cock. It slipped along the ‘palm’ of her paw, boasting talons instead of fingers like that of an eagle or any other large bird of prey, and she hissed through a clenched beak, struggling to concentrate as she kept her sharp claws away from his sensitive skin at all costs. That was one cut she most certainly didn’t want to make when she could instead have his sweet orgasm!

“He needs your pleasure,” Bridget whispered, though nobody lifted their eyes to her. “Curl your toes around him now, there’s a good girl. You’ll have to get the hang of this if you want to please every last one of my flock.”

Somehow, she managed to see through the blurry haze of pleasure, the gryphon’s spines catching and pulling as she arched wantonly, closing her toes around his shaft in the semblance of a feral handjob. It was tricky, especially as she wasn’t exactly staying perfectly still as she was fucked with such a brutal joy, but she somehow managed to pump her paw slowly, the gryphon crooning and rocking his cock into her paw as if to help. Drooling slick pre-cum eased his path and the drake stamped, tail lashing, beady eyes fixed on his hen of the flock.

She had to work to keep her toes away from the sharp barbs on his cock but she didn’t have long to wait as his sheer need sent him tumbling over the edge. He shrieked and rocked his hips wildly, sending an arcing spurt of cum shooting across Crystal’s beak, glimmering in the low light of the sunset, streaked through with red and orange. She gasped, one wing sliding out from beneath her body as she flapped madly, feathers flying off in all directions. But the sliver of cum was swiftly joined by another pearly thread, slick and slippery as it splattered her beak in a lewd mess. A drop slithered into her nares and she snuffled, eyes rolling back into her skull as her beak parted, tongue poking out to catch a deliciously salty string as it shot straight into her open paw.

But that was not the end of it even as he gasped and Bridget laughed mockingly, the sexual liaison beneath him continuing on even through his orgasm. His cock pulsed and throbbed visibly as it delivered another shot of cum straight across her face, Crystal only closing her eyes in the nick of time. She flattened her ear-tufts as she groaned and lapped a little off the side of her beak, the snake of semen curling wantonly through the air as if her beak and face had become the perfect target for the spending of his lust. Toes curling around his shaft, Crystal cheekily directed it into her mouth, although the mess of cum trickling glossily down her feathers and beak was already enough to show just how virile her stud was in evidence of how his climax went on and on, soaking the inside her maw as the strings flooded the back of her throat, forcing her to gulp rapidly in order to keep up. She would have said that she preferred to wear his cum but it would have been hard to bear evidence of any more of his prowess without greater surface area as her feathers were already quite wet with his seed.

“Oh, such a quick one,” Bridget mocked, scooting up to pet and caress the brown gryphon’s head as he panted heavily, his beak dipping. “And so powerful... Did you really need to cum then?”

The gryphon could only shudder and groan, his cock twitching as it shot another final, albeit weaker, string of cum across her beak, clinging above the curve of her nares as if it was going to trickle down at any moment. Of course, she could have wiped off his cum whenever she pleased, releasing his cock from her paw, but she wore it proudly, even angling her beak from one side to the other so that Bridget could better admire just how much one of her flock had come, well and truly seeding the newest hen’s face.

“Very nice...”

But her lover of the moment still had his orgasm to claim as he slammed into her with a feral grunt, wings trembling as they splayed. He needed to cum and would take whatever he wanted from Crystal, slamming in viciously as he leaned over her, beak tucked down against her neck. His hot breath washed over her feathers between his thrusts, the gryphon struggling to take enough into his lungs as he drove in harder and faster than ever before, spines twitching out – and climaxed with a wild shriek.

And, if anything, his orgasm was even more powerful and virile than that of the brown gryphon, driving in hard and deep as if he was trying to make sure that every last drop of his cum raced ahead on its journey to see her well impregnated. Crystal’s pussy twitched and massaged his length, milking him for every last drop of creamy seed as she bathed in their cum, crooning breathlessly as another sweet orgasm took her, so gently that it slipped her into hits arms hardly without her noticing. But her body took note and flushed hot, every nerve-ending tingling as she squirmed wantonly, desperate for more even as her lover finished spurting inside her, slick cum spilling from her pussy as if another drop simply could not fit inside her. Crystal purred. Maybe a bath would be in order later that night in a nearby river or lake?

“Such a good brood hen you are...”

Crystal flushed with pleasure but there were still more members of the flock to please as the white gryphon dismounted from, giving her what could have amounted to a sheepish look as he shook out his feathers. But she still needed more, coiling and writhing in the pulsing onslaught of climax as she whimpered and twisted, freeing her other wing from beneath her body as she spread them out as if she was suddenly an angel. But an angel did not wear such a glorious crown of semen, not even bothering to lick it off as she wiggled her leonine hips in an attempt to entice the next male onto her.

Unfortunately (or fortunately for some), she had two suitors clamouring for her attention. The grey and the red gryphons bounded forward at precisely the same moment, coming up short in a series of roiling hisses. The grey drake pushed out his chest and rose up onto his hind legs, making himself larger and more intimidating, but the crimson drake was hardly deterred, doing the same as he launched himself at his brother who was now a competitor in the contest of lust. He snarled like a wild animal as he slammed into his grey-feathered brethren, coming together in a sickening thud to knock him off balance as they squalled and scrabbled like hatchlings.

“Enough!”

Bridget lunged for them but she wasn’t quick enough for the crimson drake to hold back from scoring a swipe across the grey’s shoulder, his friend and brother reeling back as he clacked the edges of his beak together in fright. But then Bridget was there, forcing them apart – and neither of them would have dared attack her as they immediately reeled away, turning from the fight as quickly as the wrestle itself had broken out.

“You! Get back!”

Like the obedient drakes they truly were to her, the grey and red gryphons shuddered away, turning their beaks from her as they showed themselves to be as submissive as possible. The effect was somewhat lessened by their hard cocks still throbbing under them, pulsing with a trickle of pre-cum, but they knew what they had to do to get at the new brood hen again, watching everything unfold with a cool, calculating eye.

But Bridget was not done with the two of them set as she growled at her flock, sending them cowering back in remorse – even those who had not done anything wrong. The grey huddled as she inspected his wound, punishing him with a swift, humiliating smack on his beak. Although he could have surely driven her back and away from him, the grey whimpered and squirmed, eyes watering as he endured her punishment.

And only then did she turn her eyes on the other participant in the violence, the red drake frozen in place, breathing short and shallow.

“Lay on your back. Now!”

Shivering, the red drake could only obey, hunkering down to the cave floor and rolling over, legs splayed as he tried to look as small and as meek as possible. There was still a certain kind of fire in his eyes, however, as his cock throbbed, standing up hard and ready from his stomach. But Bridget did not intend to allow him release in light of his transgression.

At least, not yet. The punishment in the meantime would duly fit the crime.

“You!”

She pointed at four gryphons in turn, the white, the grey, the blue and the brown: the remaining flock.

“Hold him down! One leg each!”

They hustled to obey and, although the gryphon drake squirmed, clearly embarrassed to be so held on display, he did not fight them too much until there was a gryphon on each leg, doing Bridget’s bidding with fierce devotion.

“Right, Crystal... Now, it’s time to make yourself useful.”

The hen was up and on her feet before her mind caught up with the actions of her body, joining her mistress before the red gryphon as she chirped and looked up at her, waggling her backside invitingly. But she was not to be fucked at that time as Bridget snapped her fingers and pointed to his shaft, drawing her attention with the sharp, decisive sound.

“Please his cock with your paws. But don’t let him get off.”

Crystal growled, need rising in the pit of her belly. She rather wanted that cock – or any cock, for that matter – but there was no sense in displeasing her mistress. She’d seen how well that worked out for the red drake and she surely didn’t want to be pinned down in a similarly unpleasant situation. She trembled. No, that was nothing like getting fucked!

And, so, Crystal obeyed, flopping on her front between his legs as she brought both forepaws up to his cock, eyeing his spines with a small amount of trepidation. Her cunt was designed to take the sharp barbs, the breeding spines, but it was harder to avoid such a large number of barbs. She shivered. He had the most out of all of the gryphons and it was little wonder that they’d stimulated her so fantastically when he’d last been ramming into her cunt with the drive to breed, filling her full of his seed. The taste of cum still flooded her muzzle and the scent of it claimed her nares, sinking deep into her soul as she languished in it, pussy twitching and clenching around nothing at all.

“Use your tongue too, around the head.”

Obediently, Crystal whined and lowered her head enough for her tongue to snake out and around his cock-tip, careful of the barbs just behind the glands. Although she was careful, she could not avoid catching them with both her paws and tongue as she angled her beak, the barbs making her tongue tingle in a sensation oddly reminiscent of drinking spiced rum. She did her best, however, not to catch them as she teased him to the edge of climax, his hips working pitifully, and then backed off again, keeping him needy and wanting just as Bridget wanted him. It was surprising just how easy it was in the end.

“Don’t forget the balls, my sweet one...”

She chirped happily, getting into the teasing as she tickled the tip of his cock with her tongue, letting the pre-cum slather the inside of her mouth as she enjoyed the pleasure and yet forced him to teeter on the edge. Her paws dropped to his balls, carefully rubbing and massaging so as not to catch him with her talons, but she was sure that Bridget wouldn’t mind all that much if she did accidentally hurt him. After all, it wasn’t as if she’d gone after any of the male gryphons with that kind of fiery, vicious intent in her eyes. And they all knew what happened to a gryphon that bucked the rules by this point.

“Curl your toes around the shaft now: you’re slacking. Watch your tongue,” Bridget murmured, taking an active role in coaching the hen. “They won’t hurt you, not permanently. And he needs to know just how much he’s done wrong if he is ever to get to fuck your needy little cunt ever again!”

The crimson squalled and Crystal gave a gryphon’s giggle, which came out as a burbling kind of chirp, running her beak down the length of his cock as she slowly and carefully worked her tongue between his spines. Her paws did a fairly adequate job of massaging the length that was left outside her beak, though his balls, of course, were not spared as she abused and teased him to the point of orgasm over and over again under Bridget’s watchful, critical eye.

Pre-cum leaked furiously from his cock as he twisted and writhed, seeking release, but none was forthcoming as Bridget chuckled and shook her head, though there was not a single jot of pity in her expression.

“Now, my good girl... Stand over him, your slit nice and close to his beak. But don’t let him touch you.”

Crystal scampered to obey, positioning herself facing his cock as she did as she was bid, spreading her legs to dip her needy, drooling sex towards his beak though not quite getting close enough. Squirming and whining, the red gryphon begged for her with his eyes, beak agape and a dark slip of his tongue poking out almost comically.

“My soft grey darling,” Bridget said, crooking her finger. “Have your prize.”

And the grey drake didn’t need to be told twice, bounding over Crystal with a raw cry as he mounted her hindquarters. The red drake shuddered and tried to lean in, but was held back by his flock as the grey shrieked and speared into Crystal in one fell swoop. A splattering of sloppy sexual fluids oozed from her sore cunny and Crystal groaned deep in the back of her throat as more and more cum was forced out of her with each and every one of the gryphon’s rampant thrusts. She hissed with her beak hanging open, lost in pleasure as she was bred again, not having realised quite how much teasing the crimson drake had turned her on. Was it possible to be even hornier? Apparently so!

The drake beneath her was treated to a very intimate and up close examination of their breeding display, however, and he was hardly keen on the situation. Well, he might have been into it if he’d been free to do as he pleased, either with his own cock clutched between his fumbling forepaws or with Crystal herself: either would do in the moment of abject need. He twitched and squirmed and tried to rock his hips up but there was little he could do but let his beak hang open in mimicry of Crystal as he tried, to absolutely no avail, to strain towards her pussy.

And it couldn’t be helped. He turned his head but still some of the mess of cum from all the lusty gryphons who had bred her pushed from her pussy, slopping noisily onto the floor behind his head. He groaned and rolled his beak from one side to the other, although he did his very best to not get any of it on himself; it wasn’t exactly the way the boys in the flock swung, after all. The punished drake, however, failed completely as cum splattered his head and beak, the gryphon closing his eyes with a forlorn keen that did nothing to help his plight. Neither did it help his need as his cock throbbed and drooled, the tip tapered and sore to a red point, cum gleaming on the spines as if he had actually gotten off – but it was only pre-cum. And it would remain only pre-cum, highlighting every vicious barb on his thick length in stark detail, until his ever-loving mistress finally granted him the sweet release he so desperately sought.

Yet he would have to earn it and go through the deliciously wicked torture of watching his rival – at least that evening – in the flock fuck the new hen right over his head. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, no matter how hard he tried, and Crystal moaned loudly, hunching her shoulders as her wings tried to spread, trembling. In a fit of dominance though, the grey gryphon hissed and snapped at her wings, forcing her to fold them against her body in a kind of makeshift bondage, his control of her mind so strong that he could take over her body too.

Crystal trembled and leaned back into him, her tail winding around his waist – it wasn’t as if she could hug him to her with her legs in such a position – as if to pull him into her all the more fervently. But being fucked from behind only made her feel more like the needy brood hen she was, designed to be fucked over and over again by her stud drakes, and she splayed her hind legs for him, inviting him to take her with even more coarse brutality. It was something, indeed, that he was only too willing to supply, hammering into her with a raw, feral screech that echoed off the cave walls, the shimmering crystals bearing witness to the lewdness taking place. No doubt they’d seen it time and time again and the gryphon flock were just one more addition to its seedy walls. Crystal certainly hoped she’d be fucked there over and over again – if she was so lucky.

And it was so good to be taken roughly too, her lover not caring for her pleasure yet delivering it nonetheless. Perhaps he was trying to make a particular point to his rival but the grey gryphon hissed violently as he rammed into her, clawing at her hindquarters as if he was trying to force even more of his cock into her. Far from discouraging his rough breeding, Bridget smiled and cooed happily to him, clasping her hands before her bosom in a look so sweet that one could have been forgiven for forgetting that she’d only separated a pair of raging gryphons mere minutes ago. But she was neither a woman nor a mistress to be messed with and everyone toed the line around her and even when she wasn’t around too.

His orgasm could hardly be held off, however, with such a hot little hen beneath him and, although he snapped and cried out, he could not stop himself from barrelling towards his ultimate pleasure with all due haste. The drake’s hind paws scooted in closer to Crystal and he snarled rudely, letting her bear his weight as he focused on thrusting into her sloppy, wet cunt, each thrust coming with a more feral, wilder feel to it than the last.

And it was more than enough to send Crystal spiralling over the edge of yet another high, sucking in a breath that did not erupt in a moan nor a groan, beak opening and closing soundlessly. Clawing and biting at her, her lover snarled in her ear as her pussy clenched and rippled wantonly around him, milking him and begging for more even without words or sounds, though that he ripped out tufts of feathers in his lustful urgency was perhaps a little further than he’d intended to go. There was little he could do to hold himself back for even a moment longer as her body pulsed around him, muscles trembling and vibrating back against his thighs as he ground and rammed – and ejaculated.

Only one present in the moment could lay claim to just how violently he climaxed, the gryphon squawking crazily as he nipped and bit at her back and flanks, chest heaving for breath that would not, could not, come. No, every ounce of strength and power was in his cock at that very time, the gryphon snarling and growling as if that would help him retain some manner of control over his body, although it was, at best, a futile attempt. He pumped her full of cum, although she was, quite, already full, and so he forced out the semen of his brothers and friends as he crammed very last inch of his shaft into her, intent on his pleasure and his pleasure alone.

Crystal’s pleasure was a fortunate bonus.

“There now...”

Bridget smirked and ran a finger across her lower lip, pulling it down slightly. The crimson gryphon whimpered pitifully and wriggled, although the others merely only tightened their grip on him, using the weight of their bodies to pin him down. After all, they didn’t yet know if they would be allowed to let him up and no one wanted to face a punishment from their mistress for any act of transgression.

“Perhaps you have learned your lesson,” she said, directing her words at her pinned charge, his head picking up hopefully although his eyes still flicked to where Crystal’s body joined with the grey gryphon’s, strained in a lewd bulge of pussy lips around his fat, barbed cock. “Crystal, if you’d be a dear... See to it that he reaches orgasm this time, would you?”

It may have been phrased as a question but it was, in its essence, a direct order that Crystal leapt to obey. Fortunately, she didn’t actually have to leap physically as, of course, the cock was right there, jutting up in a gleam of its own pre-cum, for her attention. Licking her beak, she tipped forward, driving her rump up into the gryphon’s lower abdomen even as he continued to spend himself within her, barbs sharp and unyielding. Her beak found his cock as if she was drawn there seductively and she engulfed him in her maw with a muffled chirp that could only have been of relish.

The effect on him was electric, the gryphon gasped and twisting up to meet her as the others suddenly struggled to hold him. It did not take long as Bridget encouraged her to use her tongue and her paws more to get him off, the gryphon hen grunting as some of the barbs grazed her tongue. It was all worth it for the explosion of pleasure, however, that followed.

She didn’t catch him reaching climax, her first note that he was ejaculating being when his cum shot into the back of her maw. Crystal inhaled sharply and pulled back, gasping for air, but that only meant that the next salty strand, flinging gracefully through the air between them as if in slow motion, painted another line across her beak. What the other gryphon had spilt across her feathers and beak had either dried or dripped slowly from her, leaving her a nearly blank canvas on which he could paint his pleasure.

And she adored it, ruffling her feathers as she tipped her head back, beak hanging open to catch the ropes of cum as they splattered her one by one. The crimson gryphon roared and the others hissed, though that sound was dulled, as they fought to hold him back, his wings flapping mindlessly as he tried to thrust and pound and drive himself on and on into further throes of a climax that had him well and truly in its grasp. Crystal crooned and stuck out her tongue for a spider web of cum, lapping it into her muzzle as he painted her in glistening fronds like morning dew on spring grass. But she was hardly fresh, her pussy and beak used and abused, a wanton slut to be bred as and when they pleased – as long as their mistress allowed, that was.

It was not only Bridget, however, that was coated in cum, the other gryphons pinning him down well and truly also caught up in the line of fire. They squawked and ruffled their feathers as ropes of cum arced wondrously through the air, staining feathers and beaks as they reeled away, eyes wide in as much shock as their mistress, Bridget’s hands clasped together softly before her bosom. Of course, they would later bathe and clean their feathers – that was if Crystal’s tongue and beak did not make short work of devouring and lapping up every sweetly given morsel of semen she could possibly find on each and every one of them.

And even Bridget was spellbound by the sheer force of her male gryphon’s climax as he coated Crystal’s beak and head in ropes of cum, trickling down her cheeks as another hung from an ear-tuft, glinting in the low light as the sun, finally, dipped below the horizon. The crystals danced eerily with their own light, although they did not need artificial light to see by in such close proportion with their large, round avian eyes to draw in every last shard of light there was possible. And so every saw and gasped and wondered in shockingly vivid detail how his semen coated her beak and her tongue curled out to taste him, lapping and stroking the very tip of his cock as if she wanted just a little bit more from him. Despite her tongue grazing his barbs yet again, she did not pause or falter until he was well and truly done, semen layering the inside of her beak like saliva. Crystal trembled. No, it was far better than saliva.

As the red gryphon’s orgasm slowly died down, leaving him marked in a pool of his own cum – a thickness that would surely take some considerable care to remove from his feathers with a considerate ‘helper’ later – as she gasped and heaved, bathing in his cum, the room suddenly seeming to fall oh so very quiet, at peace with what had happened. Although there was a certain degree of shock to them all that a gryphon, let alone the red who had caused so much strife in his time of getting a little too strong in the flock, could cum with such feral ferocity, Crystal’s head, beak and neck well and truly covered with a liberal dosing of his semen.

Crooning in the sweet afterglow, she shivered and lapped his seed languidly off her beak. She may have wanted to display it for longer but there was certainly plenty more where that came from as she dipped her head, allowing it to ooze and trickle down her beak to the eager reach of her tongue. It glinted and glimmered on her feathers and the hard solidity of her beak like fine jewels befitting her namesake, although the hen would have much rather had another nice load of thick, creamy seed to mark her than any manner of gems and crystals.

No one knew, in hindsight, quite who was the first to begin laughing but a chuckle became a chortle and then a full-on belly laugh as the whole flock and their mistress burst into peals of delighted mirth. Even the red gryphon had to laugh, although he was a side more breathless than the rest, sides trembling with fatigue as sweat matted both fur and feathers into dark, exhausted patches.

“I think you’re learning your place here, my dear hen.”

And Crystal could on agree with her, groaning softly as her lover’s cock slipped from her pussy, another hard and wanton spire still pointing skyward as if he wanted to breed her again. There was so much cum in her pussy that it slopped out onto the drake’s beak, not that he had the presence of mind to care as he languished in the afterglow, chest and flanks still rising and falling sharply in the memory of acquiring lost breath. No, he had to allow it for Bridget was right there watching as gloop after gloop of shimmering gryphon-cum, seeming to glow with an unearthly sheen in the natural innermost light of the cave, marked his beak and head, almost as if he had been the one to give a blowjob in the first place.

The other gryphons crowded in and she strained for those she could reach, eyes alight with longing as she lapped up every last bit of cum that she could reach on their feathers, crooning softly all the while. What did it matter how her legs trembled from tiredness when she had such a treat before her? And they were so very amenable to her actions too, turning their beaks so that she could reach every drop, as eager to be cleaned and preened as she was to supply the attention.

Crystal groaned, spreading her legs to relieve the stickiness from her inner thighs, a driving ache inside her still begging for more. Sloppy seconds had long ago passed and she needed more, always more. It was now the way of it for her and the rest of her life.

Yes... It was all going to be well, she thought hazily, wriggling her hips as her messy cunny pushed out another thick dollop of cum, so thickly mixed with her juices that it was impossible to tell what had been produced by her body and what her lover had poured into her – or loves, more accurately. For it was sloppy seconds and turning her pussy into a messy pit of cum and climax that had become the name of the game, the hen well and truly bred and pleasantly sore from being taken and pounded over and over again

She sighed happily, dipping her beak as her tongue poked out, idly scooping up drops of wayward cum, already drying, from the crimson gryphon’s chest as he sprawled there, defeated and exhausted. Everything was right with her little world. Crystal grinned – or grinned as well as a gryphon hen could with a beak. Yes, she thought she was going to get on very well indeed with the boys in the flock.

Very well indeed, in fact!