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I hung up my coat as I got in the door, stomping my feet. Almost immediately as I turned, a large shape leaped up and practically bowled me over.

"Daddy!" cried the young griffon, son of my Alpha and my wife, enveloping me with his wings. I laughed, hugging him back.

"Have you been good for your Momma?" I asked him.

"Momma's been busy cleaning the house," the young griffon answered, swishing his tail angrily. "I've been good but..."

"Your mother was unable to play, huh?" I asked, giving the boisterous young thing a hug. "Who would clean the house if Momma played all day?" I watched carefully as Arin considered this, then interjected softly, "you could always help Momma clean the house?"

Arin's leonine tail bristled. "But... but..."

"Momma's aren't supposed to only clean, you know. Good sons help their mothers."

"B-but Papa..."

"Ahh, your Papa's your Papa, not your brother. Ask him, sometime." I carried our son into the living room, arranging myself and him onto a sofa as I admonished my wife's firstborn from our Alpha.

Arin looked down. "Would Mama be able to play, if I helped?"

I smiled, nodding. "I think so. Mama's need breaks too, same as your Daddy does."

"Papa doesn't." Arin looked away, angry. I tutted under my breath, gently turning his face to look up into mine.

"Your Papa loves you with all his heart, Arin," I said, cuddling my griffon son. "I love you, too. It's Papa's job to protect you, to show you the way to being an Alpha, like him, and he's trying his best. I'm his beta, he's claimed my wife and me as his own, and my position is to teach you how we love one another in a way Orion feels he cannot."

Arin blushed beneath his feathers. "But..."

"Tell me, how's your harem at school?"

"I... don't have..."

I smirked. "You do, Arin, even if you don't know it..."

"B-but Theo i-is a m-male..."

"Does he raise his tail for you?" I asked. Arin nodded. "Do you raise yours for him?" My fingers brushed down to his tailhole, making the youngster squirm.

"Daaaaad!" he yelped.

"Do you?"

"S-sometimes."

I leaned down and kissed him on his beak. "That's okay. If you do it because you want to, then you do it out of love. I bet others have tried to mount you, right?"

"Daaaaad!" Arin cried again, covering his head with a wing.

"Pack dynamics, son. I know they teach it to you. Have you a female?"

"Oh come ooonnn!"

"Don't be so embarrassed, son, it's normal for a healthy male like you to look for a mate."

"Daa-" he began, but I bopped him on the beak for it and he stopped. "Christy. Sh-she's a human."

"You griffons do like us humans, don't you? Your Papa does."

"Daddy!" whined Arin, as I laughed.

"Wife!" I called, good-naturedly.

"What is it, husband?" called Susan from the kitchen. She sounded tired.

"Come nurse our feathered baby a while, I'll finish up the dinner for Ori, okay?"

Susan appeared at the doorway. "Is that an order from my Alpha's subordinate?"

"I'll show you subordinate, missy," I replied, chuckling, as I handed her our overly large feathered baby -- him squawking the whole time -- before heading to the kitchen. She collapsed thankfully into the sofa, pinning down Arin as she began to preen his feathers. "Be a good kitten whilst you can, Arin dear," I called. "All too soon you'll be expected to be prim and proper like your Papa, and you'll miss it when Mama cleans your feathers for you."

I scooped up some of the blooded meat my wife had been preparing for supper into a bowl for Susan to feed our son. He complained -- quietly -- about the snack but I could tell the pair of them were enjoying the bonding time. With a smile on my face, I turned back to continue making the rest of the nightly family meal ready before Orion got home. My Alpha liked to eat when he returned.

I'd just got the last of it in the oven before two loud thumps heralded the return of our benefactor. I kissed my wife and son on the head before heading up to greet him.

***

The skies grew dark the day they came, they swept over our planet in their enormous ships like a storm. They came in peace, but were many places met with war. Here, in the so-called educated west, we were ripe for their conquest. They didn't really have to try, not that they particularly meant to; their overtures of peace were met freely, they passed into our culture and supplanted it.

I remember the day Orion came into my life. I remember how the general malaise of the human race was suddenly supplanted by days filled with wonder at these proud beasts that just seemed so much better than us in every way.

The Alpha's amongst you, now we know and acknowledge the term, accept this, but back then... we were far from the proud masters of nature we thought ourselves. Years of easy living had led us to question our right to assert dominance over the world. When a culture taught to excel in dominance, masculinity, femininity and submission presented itself, unashamed and unabashed, those of us taught to turn away from such flagrant displays of sexuality and power were cowed into submission.

We accepted the ways of the griffon because we had to. We accepted their harems, their relaxed attitudes to sex and sexuality, to family dynamics managed by love and station. And they, in turn, incorporated us into their ways.

Their culture, as is so often the case when a more powerful civilization meets a lesser one, supplanted ours.

Orion was average, for his kind, but for my wife and I, he was an Olympian. Six hundred pounds of pure muscle, jet black feathers adorned his face, with a multi-coloured sheen around his eyes. His leonine body was a chestnut brown and his dark eyes were whirlpools of thought and surety.

When his shadow fell over ours on the beach, I shivered in his shadow but was immediately pulled to his masculine nature.

"Your woman," he said, deep voice vibrating down to my bones.

"Y-yes, sir?" I asked. I don't know why I'd added the sir, maybe it was because I already, deep down, recognized him for what he was -- my better.

"I want your woman."

"B-but, I d-don't--" I began.

He was immediately upon me, powerful wings spread, claws open over my head. "I want your woman," he said again, the threat palpable. "I will take her now." It wasn't a question.

I'd been taught how to deal with griffons in our cultural classes. They were large, powerful creatures with deadly innate weapons -- their claws and beak could slash and bite through metal -- and it was generally seen best to appease them.

I curled up, making myself look small. He sniffed at me, then dismissively turned aside, flipped my wife over onto her hands and knees and mounted her, right there. His cock was large and slick, surprisingly pink much like my own, just... much more impressive. It was tapered to a point, knobbled along the top ridge. His balls -- surprisingly like my own, save they were tight against his body and furred, for all their impressive size -- seemed to pulse with a virility that made me feel... strange.

I knew what that feeling was. I'd felt it before, but never been able to acknowledge it; it was the attraction to a powerful male that a lesser male feels. That... strange drawing towards something so majestic and noble, so masculine, that you just want to reach out and touch it, to steal just a small taste of it.

"Watch, human, as I take your woman. I claim her as my own."

He ejaculated into her, a controlled expulsion of bestial cum that spurted out around his impressive member to pool in the sand. He lay there, breathing relatively heavily -- huffing in her scent -- as he looked down at me.

"Y-you can't, we're... married."

"Then you two are now married to me. You will follow me, when I am ready to leave. For now, clean me."

Again, it wasn't a question. I could have challenged it, but then I looked to my wife... and saw her slack-jawed expression. She was his whether I wished it or not. And if this... true male wished it, I was his too.

"Clean me," he said again, as he pulled out, a torrent of griffon cum falling from my wife's gaping snatch.

"S-sir?" I asked.

He rolled onto his back, presenting his still-gleaming cock. "Clean."

I moved closer to him, to his most precious possession. I could've hurt him, stabbed him in his soft underbelly, bitten his cock off... but I did not. I was a coward. I'd been taught to be a coward. I didn't call it that, at the time, but that's what it was.

Now this... majestic beast had claimed me as his own, I had no option but to do as I was bid. I reached out my hands to pick up the towel I was laying on, but Orion swatted it away.

"Fool, know your place. Do it properly. Clean me, then I may permit you to clean my woman."

For a moment, I didn't understand. I slowly leaned forwards, moving closer. Was I to use my wife's towel? Then, as he moved to get more comfortable, the intent became clear. Hesitantly, gingerly, I extended my tongue.

The taste of his cock was... strange. Not of Earth, griffons don't taste like any other animal... not that I've tasted the cock of many animals. His dick was slick and covered with cum from where he'd just fucked my wife in front of everybody, in front of me, and now he presented it to me and I lapped at it, swallowing the residue of his sexing as fast as I could.

He rumbled, deep in his throat, making a contented noise. "That is good, boy, keep it up."

Soon I had exhausted the side nearest me, and was forced to move closer. Already lost, I just got onto my hands and knees and took hold of his manliness, digging into the task at hand with gusto. Just as I thought I was finishing, he gently but firmly took a hold of my head and pushed my mouth down onto the tip of his cock.

"Attend me, beta," he ordered, and pushed himself down my throat. It was then I understood -- by the laws of his kind, which my decrepit culture had adopted, I was now his, and he was claiming me. A torrent of griffon cum had me choking, briefly, which got me a slap to the head and a renewed order to clean the mess up, and then the griffon pushed me aside.

"You may clean her, now, but if you mount her you will regret it. She will be carrying my chick, not yours, this season."

Under his watchful gaze -- I didn't wish to displease him -- I tenderly moved to eat out my wife, my former lover. The griffon watched approvingly as I tongued more of his cum from her snatch. Soon, she was writhing in orgasm as he presented his cock to her face. She took his length in an act of oral mating that she had never done for me, and it was then that I knew my new station in life.

"I am Orion," he said, not unkindly, "and you will come with me now."