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Horus was.... Larger than her last fling had been, but considering the gryphon was also near a full two feet taller than the rat she'd been dating previously, it made sense that he would be, well, proportionally sized. She gripped a fistfull of light gold feathers from his hip a little tighter, pushing him back against the dresser in his dorm room, before she noisily began to suckle upon the thick obsidian spire jutting from his fuzzy, downy sheath.

Her tongue caressed the sleek, folded barbs that ran along the head of his shaft, heritage of his feline ancestry. More obvious were the large wings that fanned out to block the window and spread across the wall behind him; a much more clear indication of his avian heritage. All in all, they melded to create a mythical beast of studly proportions. It was no surprise he was one of the stars of the college rugby team.

She cradled his sack in the palm of her paw, rolling his nuts across her fingers as she teased the taut patch just behind them with her fingertips. The jungle cat nursed on his prick with that sweet little jaguar maw of hers, ever careful of her sharp teeth while she suckled on him like a lollipop. They'd been a thing for about two months now, though she was still reluctant to let him have her properly. She was saving herself until she had a certain sign of his commitment, unwilling to give her virginity to just any male who would love her and leave her, but that didn't mean there weren't plenty of other things she could do for 'Her birdie boy' when they were alone.

Horus satisfied Sherri's need to have a strong, affectionate and attentive male to keep her warm and safe, to love her and spoil her, and he had been all of that and so much more. Plus, it didn't hurt to have him scare off the other less savory sort who would have loved to try their luck with her. To Horus, she satisfied the need for actual affection in his life after his parents split up over... Disagreements.

Horus groaned, a low, warbling trill escaping his throat as he rolled his head back, beak open towards the ceiling. His fingers found her small, pointed ears and gripped them tight, his hips rolling as he fucked his stiff shaft into her throat, her tongue teasing across the underside of the slick log of flesh like a seasoned whore. She'd certainly had practice, but he didn't mind that... It just meant he got to reap the rewards of her learning.

"Jesus Sherri, I swear... You're gonna make me pop before I've even had a chance to enjoy you..." He managed between breaths, her free paw stroking along the exposed flesh that simply couldn't fit in her warm and delicate muzzle.

She pulled back, letting her lips pop wetly from his tip, before she lay a teasing kiss on the throbbing head of his breeder, her sweet kitten eyes looking up at him.

"Awww, poor birdie... I feel so bad for you..."

"Could let me fuck you to make up for it..." He suggested, not missing a beat as he smirked, looking down to meet her playful gaze. She kissed his tip again.

"Uh-uh. Nice try... Not until after you show me some proof you're sticking around. I'm not just some love 'em and leave them girl." She reprimanded him, one finger playfully flicking the side of his length. "You want some of this pussycat's pussy cat, you've gotta show me you're in it for the long run."

She went back down on him, threatening to make his knees buckle when she began to lewdly purr around the thick piece of gryph-meat in her mouth. Her lips slurped wetly each time she lowered her muzzle onto his girth, and his fingers curled around her ears, giving her a praising rub.

"You've been sucking my cock for two months now from the first date, what more could you want?"

She paused, her muzzle stopping as she cocked an eyebrow in thought, half his length still snug in the warm confines of her throat. After a torturous moment, she pulled back, switching to using both paws to stroke over his winning ticket in the genetic lottery. He was thick, tapered and bobbing before her eager muzzle, and her paws plucked at the barbs on his head in a blissful rush of near over stimulation. Gryphon precum quickly soaked her fingers as she stroked with the mixture of pre and saliva to make her soft paw pads just glide across his twitching flesh.

"I want to meet your parents. After all, you met mine that one time before the movies. It's only fair. Have you told them about me yet?" She teased him, knowing full well that he'd been trying to keep what they had just to those people who needed to know as family went for the time being. He stuttered awkwardly, frowning.

"Well, Mom knows, but Dad... It's... Complicated." He began, earning a scoff of laughter from the feline kneeling before him.

"More complicated than me finding new and creative ways to make you squawk?" She giggled, lowering her mouth back down to lick the droplet of salty precum dribbling along the underside of his girth.

"Gah, yes!" He groaned, grabbing the back of her head firmly as he began to thrust himself into her maw with earnest, his wings beating gently in time with his not so gentle face-fucking. He let out a keening cry before slamming his beak shut, giving a last few jerking movements of his hips before the pent up load of gryphon cum filled her muzzy with his sweet, salty favor.

She moaned, grinding her thighs together as she knelt between his legs, obediently and leisurely swallowing every drop he had to give her before she pulled back with a wet 'pop', leaving a string of cum connecting her lips to his breeding rod, still twitching in the cool air of the dorm room.

She eyed him hungrily, cleaning her lips of any evidence of their naughtiness with a deft swipe of her tongue. "I want to meet them. You keep saying that you'll introduce me, and then putting it off." She huffed with a playful pout. "Makes me feel like you're afraid of letting them meet me."

Horus feel for the bait hook, line and sinker. "No! What, not at all! It's just-" He stammered, quickly trying to cover his delaying with any excuse that would fit. Sherri just laughed at him, prodding his feathery chest with a single spotted finger.

"I'm teasing, Horus. Calm down big bird. How about we make a deal? You introduce me to your folks, and I'll let you fuck me." She promised, kissing him full on the mouth before he had the chance to get a word out of his shocked looking face.

Horus blinked, his mind speeding to catch up and do a double take to make sure he'd heard her right, while the spotted feline's tongue adoringly explored his mouth, sharing his taste with him. She finally broke the contact after almost a full minute, panting and breathless. A grin was strewn over her face, that same cheeky grin that had drawn him to her to begin with.

"After all, you've been wanting to pop my cherry since I told you... I'll let you..." She tortured him with her words, running a finger along the smooth curve of his beak up to the point of his peregrine face. "But AFTER, not before, I meet your parents. Dinner. This weekend. We'll make it official to them."

His cock was rock hard again in an instant, poking her chest as she wrapped her arms around him. One paw slowly guided his fingers down between her legs, letting him feel the heat and warmth blooming between her thighs, the fur matted with slick, feline fuck honey. Her teeth nibbled along the side of his neck as she whispered.

"Bareback..."

He cringed, visibly fighting the urge to just pin her down and fuck her into a screaming, moaning puddle right there on the bed. His prick throbbed like a struck bar of titanium again almost immediately, ready for another round. Dammit, she knew how to push his buttons when she wanted something. His fingers scraped down the length of her spine, tracing through her spotted fur nice and roughly.

"You know what that entails..." He warned her slyly, returning the aforementioned nipping with his beak. She submissively exposed her throat for him, moaning as his fingers curled into her sex, tasting his outer lips with the most delicate and tantalizing touches.

"Just for you, I'll be a good girl..." She spoke with a breathless lilt, before dragging her tongue up the side of his throat, and just as quickly spun away from his grasp before he could tease his way between her thighs and make her late for another class today.

"After! After! Bad bird!" She laughed, smiling as she blushed. He made her terribly naughty around him dammit! If it was going to happen though, she wanted it to be on her terms. She quickly fetched up her panties from where they had been hastily discarded on the floor in their efforts to get eachother naked as quickly as possible, and fetched her tight fitting jeans from off the back of the office chair by his desk.

"Cambridge doesn't accept drop-outs, and I won't accept a pull out on my first time. But, all that after you introduce me."

"It's not that easy. They're not together, and haven't been for a while, and dad..." He paused. He really didn't want her meeting his father. The thought alone gave him dread. There was a reason his mother had left him and moved back to her home a few hours south of his dad's.

"I know, he's weird. You don't like being there. But this is important to me. Please... baby?"

He sighed. He didn't even have to look to know she was giving him those big blue pleading kitten eyes. Dammit. They'd been his one weakness with her since they started dating.

"I'll... Talk to him. He's usually home on the weekends." Horus finally resigned himself to the fact, wrapping his arms and wings around Sherri as she gave an excited squeal, and immediately wrapped herself in his embrace, purring like a contented house cat.

"Awww, you're the best."

"Yeah, don't I know it?" Horus rolled his eyes, placing a soft kiss upon her brow as his fingers stroked her hair, tenderly holding her in his embrace.

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Horus buttoned his shirt, quickly adjusting the nearly inconcealable bulge in his trousers as he checked himself in the mirror, the image of a bird preening drawing an almost inescapable comparison. He just wanted to look his best, even if afterwards he and Sherri both would most certainly be wearing nothing at all and likely looking like hot messes.

His father's house was much larger than the single dorm room Horus lived in, thanks to his mother. He tried to avoid staying here as much as possible simply because while it had been his birth home, his relationship with his father was... Awkward at the best of times. The three story house was certainly large, spacious, and had all the bells and whistles he could ever ask for, but it had never really felt like home.

When your real mother left because she didn't approve of the other women your father was trying to insist could be your other mothers, it created an understandably awkward situation to explain. Fortunately, his 'other mothers', the three women that Osiris kept as his harem "As any true and proud gryphon should have" as he explained it, like it was some sort of duty of Horus's to emulate his father's promiscuity and be proud of it, had been sent out for a girls night while their stud attended to a dinner with his son.

Horus was glad they weren't here. All of them were nice enough, and it wasn't like he hated their company and presence while he was here, but they were by no means his real mother, nor did he see them like that, despite his father's insistence that he try to treat them as if they were. He got along with them mostly because it was easier than fighting with them all the time.

"Too much of your mother in you, not that it's a bad thing." Osiris chuckled from the doorway, raising one taloned finger up to motion at the shirt his son was still working on buttoning. The sleek, gold and white feather gryphon taking a step into his son's room. With a mix of snow leopard and golden eagle, Osiris stood over seven feet, his wings folded neatly behind his back.

"You missed one, that's why it's crooked. She was always as stubborn and arrogant as you, but you're a teenager, and a male. She was just far too fiery and spirited to accept her place. Maybe this girl will be the start of your own flock." He suggested with a hint of pride in his tone.

Horus rolled his eyes.

"Dad, it's not like that, okay? It's just us. We already agreed to that when we started dating." He explained, for what felt like the umpteetnth time tonight already. He gave the shirt a quick tug after fixing it, sniffing at the fabric. All his clothes here smelt like closet, sitting for long periods between seeing light and being worn. A quick spray of cologne fixed that to an acceptable point.

"Well, you never know. Some women can get on board with the idea after a time. I think your mother just got jealous after I brought Katey into the loop..."

"She came home to find you fucking her on the couch."

"Language." Osiris snapped at his son, scolding the little outburst. While Horus might have been grown, he was still his son, and still in his home. "I'd already explained it to her. She just couldn't bring herself to accept it. If you gave them a chance, Horus-" He started, but his son quickly interjected.

"Then they still wouldn't be my mothers. Dad, it's not that I don't like them, and it's not that I'm not fine with them, they're just..." He sighed, rolling the tip of one wing as he searched for the word.

"Not your mother? I know... You're far more alike to her than even you realize sometimes." Osiris let out a quiet chuckle with what almost sounded like a hint of pride. "She's a fine lady. And I'm sure this girl will make a fine partner for you. Here-"

The larger Gryphon took a moment, ruffling his son's plumage before smoothing it back down, neatly combing the feathers with his talons. Horus shifted uncomfortably, before fixing his plumage back the way it was the moment his father looked away.

"I'm going to go finish up this roast. You should put a tie and suit top on. It'd compliment the rest nicely. Girls like a professional looking man."

The way he said it almost felt like he was being mocked by his father, but then again, Osiris was always bragging about his female conquests like he was some kind of collector trying to gather as many as possible, always encouraging his son to do likewise. Despite himself, Horus found himself fetching a tie from the closet and quickly looping it around the collar of his shirt.

As soon as he heard the doorbell ring, he raced down the stairs, doing one last passing check to make sure he looked his best in the mirror by the landing. A strikingly handsome young gryphon looked back at him, grinning. Tonight would be his big night.

He gripped the door handle and pulled it open, only to feel his beak hit the floor. Sherri had gone all out, and to say the jaguaress looked stunning would have been like comparing a shopping trolley to a supercar.

The black knee length dress she wore was made from a silky material, with ersatz diamonds around the waist where the fabric contoured to his girlfriend's hips, hugging her frame tightly. It did nothing to conceal her breasts size, letting them push forwards with a prominent V showing just enough fur to be modest, yet still tease. He could tell there was no bra beneath it, and had to restrain himself from reaching out to feel and make sure his observation was correct. The entire outfit sparkled in the light of the porch, and as he looked down at her, she blushed, giving a little swish of the garment while she giggled, looking at her feet.

When she looked back up to meet his golden eyes, they were as wide as saucers. Hell, she'd even worn a glossy red lipstick, plumping out those lips that had been wrapped around his cock not even three days ago. He instantly felt his pants become a half a dozen sizes too small, and awkwardly adjusted himself.

"Uh.... Wow." He managed after a few moments of silence passed between them. "You look just..."

She didn't let him finish, stepping in to embrace him with her breasts pushing into his chest as she stood upon her tiptoes to peck his cheek softly.

"I'll take that as a 'You like'... I thought you would. Were you going to invite me in, or should I start scratching obnoxiously at the doorframe?" Sherri teased him, and remembering himself, Horus stood back and ushered her inside.

"Wow, I know you said your dad was well off, but... He can afford all of this as a teacher?" She asked, marveling at the crystal chandelier overhead as Horus guided her into the dining room, his talons tapping against the hardwood floor in time with the tips of Sherri's own heels.

"Actually, this is being modest. I have a Summer home that's larger on the coast, but I wanted the place to match the neighborhood." Osiris joked, his deep, baritone voice punching the air like distant cannon shots. "Teaching is my passion, but I've also made several good investments in my life that keep us all comfortable. You must be Sherri."

The larger gryphon gave a much more formal bow, still wearing his apron over the top of his lightly colored long-sleeve. Almost tenderly, he took her paw in his own and brought it up to his beak in a soft, kissing motion, his eyes looking up at the jaguar's own throughout. Sherri blushed. Well, at least now she knew where Horus got 'That look' from, along with those sharp, golden irises...

"Osiris. A pleasure to meet you at last. Why don't you kids have a seat. I'm just finishing up the plating and we can all eat."

Excusing himself to the kitchen, Orsis left the two teenagers in peace. Horus let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. Something about the way his father acted around females had never sat well with him... Shaking it off, he helped Sherri into her seat, pouring a glass of sweet red wine for her, before helping himself to another and sitting beside her.

"So, uh.... Is your dad always so.... Formal?" She asked in a hushed tone after a moment, both of them consciously aware of the quiet whistling coming from the kitchen in the next room, even if it was divided by a swinging door.

"Only around ladies. Around guys, he tends to be a bit of a braggart... Part of why mom left."

"Ahhh... Well, at least I can see where you get your good looks from. So what exactly was the story with that?" She asked. Horus didn't answer for a long moment, taking a swill of his wine before he cleared his throat and finally spoke.

"He's got 3 wives. The whole Polyamorous thing... That's why he's here alone tonight but there's four couches in the living room and eight seats at a dinner for three people." Horus finally admitted, sighing as Sherri's face scrunched up slightly while she considered the thought. She sipped her wine, swirling it in the glass, her eyes clearly deep in thought.

"So... Does that mean you have four moms?" She hesitantly asked after a long and awkward silence, as if it were the first question that came to mind.

"I've got one mom. She's not here.... The others are just... Dad's wives to me. Mom didn't approve of the whole thing, and when dad refused to budge, she left him to his harem."

"Wait, that's what he calls them?" SHe asked, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Only when they're not around... and sometimes when they are. He says it's how a proper Gryphon should live, as the master of his flock, but..." Horus turned, and sweetly pecked the jaguar on the cheek, making her nose turn a warm pink. "You're all the girl I ever need."

"Awww... You are all I ever need as well... But I mean, it's certainly an interesting way to live... I mean, you see me every day and I think even that might be a bit much for you to handle sometimes. You'd die if there was four of me." She teased him, trailing off with a little chuckle.

Osiris chose that moment to return, loudly interrupting as the door to the kitchen was shoved open. The massive, cheetah spotted gryphon marched in to deposit their plates in front of each of their seats, before he himself slid into his own place at the head of the table before they each tucked into their meals.

Horus looked over at him, feeling an odd, burning sort of resentment in his chest, and an unpleasant rumbling in his stomach. A more feral instinct urged him to get up and challenge him, but he bit it back, shaking his head. What the heck was wrong with him? Collecting himself, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, focusing instead on the sweet floral scent of Sherri's perfume to distract himself as he picked up his fork.

They ate their meals over idle chit chat, discussing this and that as they picked at the roast. Sherri gave a brief background of her family, growing up locally and with aspirations to be a veterinarian. Horus went on a longer than necessary spiel about how his week had been, trying to keep his father from saying too much else, worried at just what might come out of his sire's beak.

Osiris kept shooting his son looks across the table, as if irked. He knew full well just what he was doing, and didn't appreciate it one bit. But that was just fine. Let the boy play at his games. Osiris had far bigger fish to fry. His golden eyes swept back to the pretty little jaguar sitting by his son, and he cleared his throat with a rough grumble, managing a blatantly fake apologetic smile.

"Sherri, you mentioned you grew up here. Are your parents still in the area, or?"

The question struck Horus as odd, and Osiris watched. Even after all these years, his son was still suspect of almost everything his father did, even if it was a simple question, but Osiris knew why he was acting like this tonight. His little spotty little girlfriend was in heat. Oh, her perfume hid it well, but Osiris had senses as sharp as his claws could get. Well, he was sure the boy's mood would change by the end of the night...

"Oh, not exactly. They moved upstate last year to be closer to my sister and her family while I took my courses here." She answered, smiling politely.

"Ahhh... And the place you're living, it's comfortable there?"

"Dad-" Horus interjected, but Osiris simply chuckled, waving his hand dismissively.

"What? I'm just trying to be a gracious host. After all, she's dating my son." Osiris feigned innocence, but if you wanted to grow an idea, first you had to plant the seed.

"It's fine... The dorms are nice enough, if a little crowded, so I don't have a bunch of space for things anyway. College budget doesn't exactly allow for it even if I did, but Horus has been very kind about taking me out for dinner and helping me where he can..."

"Well of course he has. He learned from the best after all!"

The back and forth went on for a little while, and in the end, Horus was starting to get irritated with his father. The constant questioning outside of the usual polite conversation and the way he was looking at Sherri was bothering him to no end. He was about to speak up when his stomach lurched almost violently, and he let out a quiet groan, his fingers gripping the edge of the table.

Sherri was the first to notice, and reached one hand over, gently laying it atop of Horus's own.

"Horus? Are you alright?" She asked, rubbing the back of his palm with the soft, leathery pads on her paw.

"Yeah, you're not looking to good there Son. Would you like some water, or?" Osiris chimed in, giving his son a concerned look, his brow furrowed.

"No, I'm okay, just.... Excuse me a moment, I'll be back." He said, quickly standing to excuse himself as he dashed up the stairs as quickly as he could without running, before locking himself in the bathroom to revisit his dinner in somewhat peace.

"Oof. Tough lot, getting sick tonight for him... Hey, why don't I give you the tour while he's occupied? There's a lot of... Interesting rooms in this house." Osiris chuckled after he'd heard the bathroom door close and the faucet start. The massive gryphon stood, reaching one large, feathery hand out to help Sherri to her feet.

"Oh, of course, that would be... Thank you." She stuttered slightly, her eyes momentarily flicking over his chest, seemingly impressed at just how athletic the male was for being a professor. The glance wasn't lost on Osiris, and he simply grinned, his heart beating just a little quicker.

"No need. You're a guest in my home, it's only propper I treat you with the utmost care. Horus sounds like he might be a little while. Come on. In here's the kitchen. We had this all remodeled just last year..." He began, ushering her through the door and into the rest of the house. The building itself extended as far back as it did wide, and promptly, he was guiding her through a hallway, pointing out the photos of himself and Horus with his wives on the walls.

"So uh, Miste-"

"Osiris, please. We're all adults here." He interrupted her with a polite smile, stopping in the hall as he turned to face her.

"Osiris... How exactly did you and your wives, well..." She asked, blushing slightly. She'd never met someone with wives before, and clearly wasn't sure just how one went about inquiring.

"Oh, well... Horus's mother and I had started drifting a little a few years after his birth. In an attempt to try and bring us back together, I suggested perhaps we introduce someone else into the mix. A little bit of fun and experimenting, you see? My father had 3 wives of his own, and they were all happy together, so I figured, why not try it?"

It was a partial truth, but he could tell the little jaguar was listening, her ears perked and tail flicking just slightly back and forth beneath the thin, silky dress she wore. Osiris grinned. The pills he'd slipped Horus should keep him out of action for at least an hour... Plenty of time.

"Well... To put it simply, I had room in my heart to care for more than one lady, but Serena decided after the fact she wanted a more traditional relationship, but at that point, I knew I couldn't go back... Keeping three women happy is a tough job, but... I'm looking to add more if I can find a pretty young lady who wishes to be spoiled like the rest of my wifes are..." He chuckled, leading the blushing feline to the end of the hallway, where he gently opened the door.

"This is the master bedroom..." He stated simply as he pushed the heavy wooden door open, holding it for dramatic effect as Sherri looked inside, her cheeks flushed a vivid cherry red, visible even beneath her fur.

There was no 'bed' to speak of in the bedroom, and it was a large room. There was simply a large depression in the floor, about a foot deep and lined with the same hardwood as the doorway. Lovesacs rested against the mirror-lined walls, reflecting her own embarrassed and shocked expression back at her. The entire center of the room was dominated by an oversized mattress, easily two king beds large by itself that came level with the floor around its edges, covered in piles of pillows and blankets so the Osiris and his wives could all cuddle together.

"I don't like having my flock separate from their stud, so I had the mattress custom made. This used to be a living room before then, but now, well..." He chuckled, gently tapping the seemingly stunned Jaguar in the back as he flicked a light on, pushing her gently into the room. She was still busy taking it all in when the door snipped shut behind them.

Immediately, Osiris was up against her back, and despite herself, the poor feline in heat didn't resist nearly as much as she might have were she not in season. His beak came low, pressing against the rim of her ear, and she felt herself shrink nervously, her tail wrapping around her legs as he took in her scent with a slow, drawn out huff.

"Your perfume is sweet, but it can't hide it... Were you really going to let my son put his clutch in you just for letting you meet me?" He rumbled, taking a tone that didn't permit not answering on her part. She swallowed as his hands came to rest against her waist, tracing her slender, lithe figure through her dress. A shiver of revulsion ran through her, but... Also, something else...

"Y-yes... I thought-"

"Shhhh..... That would have been such a waste... You're far to perfect for something as silly as that. I could give you all this..." He gestured to the room, particularly the large bed in the center.

"You could stay here... You'd never need to work if you didn't want to. I'd cook meals, care for you, treat you and date you like the pretty little kitten you are, like you deserve to be treated..."

He could tell his proximity and his own masculine scent was getting to her body, her instincts torn. The fact that she was hesitating alone was points in his favor. This pretty little hen wouldn't slip out of his grip so easy. It was a shame she liked Horus, but... Well, perhaps his son would be open to sharing her... Once he was done with her for the night, of course.

"I... I should really get back to Horus, incase-"

"I'm sure he's still feeling under the weather... Let him take his time, and we can take ours..."

Sherri could feel her heart racing like a trapped bird. There was no doubt now that the massive bird before her was coming onto her, and hard as well... It didn't help her situation any that she'd been skipping her medication since the beginning of the week in expectation of letting Horus finally have her, adding a little spice to their deal... Oh, what a damned foolish move that had been.

His advance were unsolicited, but then why hadn't she just told him no? Why was she still in the room? Why hadn't she pushed him away? Some deeper part of her was enjoying this... And that thought alone should have been enough to set alarm bells ringing. It didn't.

Well, it wouldn't be your first time cheating on someone...

The thought intruded on her distraction, reminding her of when Lewis had walked in on Horus with his beak between her thighs, as if somehow that would ease her guilty concious for even considering the idea of entertaining this males advances.

He's your boyfriends father! Go, you silly girl!

She didn't though, feeling his feathered fingers as they brushed along her waist and her hips, tracing her voluptuous figure. His beak nipped at the edge of her throat. Like she did for Horus, she instinctively tilted her head, exposing her throat submissively to the dominant drake behind her.

"He will be fine... I'd finance all your classes as well... Just think, you could have all this, this life that Horus would never be able to offer you... He's proud, but he's not like me... I assume the two of you have fooled around?" He asked bluntly, one of his hands tracing down to the bottom of the feline's dress. Despite the words of protest trying to leave her mouth, she made no move to stop him, biting her lip in indecision while he boyfriend's father's fingers crept up under her dress.

She nodded quietly, gasping when his gentle fingers brushed across her bared slit, rubbing her outer lips gently. Moisture started to gather on his fingertips as the feline huffed under her breath. Osiris chuckled. Oh, she was too perfect.

"Mhhmm.... No panties either... Naughty girl. I can show you exactly where he gets everything from, and I have the experience to know how to use it... He doesn't have to know if you don't want him to..." He teased her with the insidious ideas, polluting her poor mind with his perversion. Oh, there would be absolutely no hiding what she'd done when he was finished with her, not for a good long while, but she didn't need to know that...

She was quivering with a mixture of arousal and anxiety in his hold as the gryphon broodlord gently pressed his fingers past her heat swollen nether lips, pushing two digits up and into her sex with a quiet, but certainly audible sound as her body sucked his fingers in, the tips pressed up against her virginity gently, toying with the prized he'd discovered. A smirk crossed his features as she whimpered, both in fear and pleasure.

"Oh, and still a virgin as well?" He laughed, both intensely aroused and amused at once. The firm bulge in his trousers pressed against the small of her back, letting her feel just how large he was, how virile of a male he was. How much pleasure he could bring her with that log that would have put his son's impressive girth to shame. Her season did the rest of the deciding for her as she nodded.

"Please, I..."

"You what, little kitten?" He rumbled deeply, lustily nipping along the edge of her neck with his beak. She exposed her neck submissive to his attentions, and that was when he knew he had her...

"I... I would... I would like that... And you said Horus doesn't need to know, right? Just between us?"

"Dear, I promise. I won't tell if you don't. You'll have all you could ask for and more..." But oh, showing him would be a different matter entirely... Let her figure out how to explain that afterwards. That wasn't his concern. Once he was done with her, she'd have no realistic choice but to stay here, or face the ridicule and judgement once she went back to college of becoming suddenly very pregnant indeed...

Slowly, her nervous paws reached back, touching the tentpole in his pants. She gasped, and a flush of warmth coated Osiris's fingers anew as her body reacted the way any female in heat would when presented with a stud such as him. She freed his shaft from it's fabric prison, and in return, Osiris simply sliced his shirt off with a single deft swipe of his talons on his free hand, never ceasing fingering the poor, heat ridden girl for a moment, even as he kicked his trousers aside. Her pushed her dress off and over her head, tossing it to the bed carelessly.

Her paws didn't fit all the way around his girth, longer and thicker, yet still tapered like a feline with barbs across the head, though his flesh felt soft like a silicone toy, even when he was hard and almost a foot long, the same way Horus's did. The tip of his girth dribbled his mess against the base of her spine as he pushed up behind her, his prick nestled in the cleft of her rump, her tail flagged out of the way.

"C-can you use a Condom? The heat, and... I don't want to have to explain any mess... Horus is wanting me later." Sherri pleaded softly, bending herself to let the stud behind her slid his cock against her plump rear.

Osiris pushed the girl onto her paws and knees on the bed, and wasted no time in mounting up behind her, even as she fished a foil packet from the folds of her dress, looking over her shoulder as the Gryphon stud parted her legs to shuffle between them. Gingerly, he took the wrapper between his arousal sodden fingers, peeling it open.

"Sweet hen...." He started, before he bit into the latex wrapper with his beak, puncturing clean through it and tore it it two, tossing the useless protection aside. He despised the things... What was the point of having a flock if you didn't expand it after all? She might not have fully understood what she was in for, but she'd learn by the end of the night.

Roughly, he shoved his maleness up and under her tail, the barbed tip smearing precum messily against her outer lips, the small flares dragging across her delicate flesh. Her body thrummed in response to his display and his touch, even as her mind reeled, realizing what kind of situation she had gotten herself into. The worst part was the heat in her core. It flared as she watched the tattered latex land on the floor, her safety net yanked out from under her. Her tail flagged higher, and her hips pressed back into him, a moan crossing her lips. Bareback... Just like she'd wanted to take Horus.

Even if she told him no now, what could she do? Go back to Horus and pretend that she hadn't been a heartbeat away from letting Osiris fuck her raw and fill her like she had promised to let him?

"Those flimsy things don't work for our kind, not with our barbs." He gave a chuff, almost laughing at the absurdity of her suggestion."And dear, protection is a dirty word in this house. Good hen's do as they're told in my home. After all, it's not completely a free ride. Now bite down." He growled, shoving his fingers into her surprised muzzle to let her taste her sex on his digits. In one swift thrust, he forced his thick girth into her sex, and stole her virginity as easily as he had convinced her to enter his lair.

She yelped, but the sound was muffled around his fingers as she bit him, the evidence of her entry into womanhood dripping onto the mattress below, staining it with virgin blood, not the first spilled on this bed, and it would not be the last. She whimpered quietly as he throbbed inside of her stretched sex, the barbs of his tip rasping sharply against her inner walls as she tried to pull away from him, the sting stopping her in her tracks. Another throb, another rush of his preseed to mark his newest hen.

After a moment, she reached up, pulling his fingers from her muzzle with a quiet gasp, her shoulders slumping the the bed, but her ass remained obediently held aloft, his shaft halfway burried in her aching slit.

"There... The worst is past... Did Horus ever tell you about our kind when we breed?"

Sherri was too busy hiding her tears from the pain in the comforter below her to speak, and shook her head quietly as Osiris shifted carefully inside of her, one feathered hand stroking comfortingly across her shoulders and cheek.

"The precum of Ovi-gryphons is particularly interesting... It acts as a natural local anesthetic and a muscle relaxant... It's not always the most comfortable thing if you're not a gryphon. The barbs on our tips can be painful, at times...Not to mention our size. It helps with that, amongst other things... Makes you more... Flexible. Relax, hen... The pain will pass, and I will replace it with pleasure soon enough. When I'm done, you won't even think twice about this... You made the right choice." He chuckled, kissing her almost sweetly on the back of her neck as he shifted, giving a gentle thrust into her spoiled, recently virgin depths, ensuring he smeared his precum everywhere his cock could reach. She'd need all the help she could get to fit him, let alone his clutch.

Sherri for her part just whimpered, but there was a new note there... It wasn't entirely pain anymore, and one of her hands found its way back to his feathered hip, giving his thigh a soft squeeze. The pain of losing her innocence to her boyfriend's father was fading, and now, she wanted more...

"Good hen... You'll have a wonderful life here, I promise you, and if you still want Horus as well, you can have him. I won't stop you... Just don't forget who's you agreed to be." He told her smoothly, his voice like an aged scotch as he took her hips in his paws and began to fuck her properly, drawing his barbs back through her to a long, feline yeowl that had nothing to do with pain at all.

Osiris warbled loudly to the ceiling as he claimed his newest hen for his flock, the little virgin jaguar's body squeezing and massaging his thick avian cock. Despite her initial reluctance, she seemed to have warmed to the idea of the gryphon pinning her to the bed, and like a proper stud, he took full advantage of the poor, confused feline in heat and fucked her senseless, a mix of her heat and his rich, gryphon pheromones addling her mind, clouding her thoughts in a haze of pleasure and the desire to mate. She'd probably do anything he asked of her at this point, just as long as he didn't stop, if her moans and howls of sheer, unashamed bliss were anything to go by.

She was just a little college slut looking to get the ache in her belly taken care of, and Osiris was a seasoned veteran of a stud, eager and willing to help her with that. He was going to make sure that the flames of her heat were well and truly extinguished. She'd be sore and swollen with his clutch before the night was out, and if she kept moaning and working herself on his cock like she was, before the next fifteen minutes was out.

"Come on little kitten. You want to be a good hen don't you?" Osiris chuckled, grabbing her by the hips as he hilted himself fully with a powerful roll of his waist. His bird breeder slammed against Sherri's cervix like a battering ram, making the feline girl yelp like she'd been struck before she moaned as his barbs caught on her insides as he withdrew. They stimulated her body on a much more primal level, causing her body push ripe, fertile eggs from her ovaries, her internal temperature spiking each time it occurred like a flush of lust and heat.

Osiris was sensitive enough to his females to feel each time. He knew the way that women clenched and their bodies and reacted to a virile male breeding them. He'd had more than enough experience in that department. After all, biology was his doctorate, and he had plenty of practical study time as well with his favorite pick of his female students who needed a little extra time to hand in an assignment, or wanted to earn some bonus credit, or even save a failing partners grades... He offered them all the same deal.

"Ahh... I want to, just... Horus what if he- Nggh! More!-" She whimpered. At least she wasn't entirely shameless... Unlike Osiris. Even while the big gryphon was ploughing her fertile fuck fields, intent on sowing his seed in her, the thought of Horus still gnawed at her mind. Oh, how was she ever going to explain this? Horus hadn't done anything to hurt her, but... Osiris's offer was too good, and his cock in her... She hadn't even given Horus the chance to compare, and neither had Osiris.

"Let me worry about my son... He knows better anyway. I've always taught him to take opportunity when it arises... And when he brings a pretty, sweet feline like you into my house in heat, and then leaves you unattended and in need, well..." He chuckled, thrusting into her with a rapid, eager tempo. Even he knew that he was fucking on borrowed time.

Really, as far as Osiris was concerned, this was Horus's mistake. Only a fool would bring a female in heat around another Drake and not expect him to fuck her silly at the first opportunity. Even his own son didn't get a free pass on the rules of nature. It was a lesson that he would learn though. This one was a keeper, and it was far too late for her to go scampering back into his son's arms with a few sweet apologies and his father's clutch already rounding her belly.

"Come on little hen... Let me hear you say who you really want. Say your drake's name..." He growled, his beak closing carefully on the scruff of her neck, stimulating a rush of endorphins through her veins. Her sex spasmed around him as she lost the battle of wills, guilt and pleasure and shame all combining in a lustful cocktail as she came all over her boyfriend's father's prick that was impaling her so wonderfully.

Sherri bit her lip, holding her tongue for as long as she could as the waves of pleasure crashed over her poor, hapless frame, trapped beneath the bulk of the gryphon intent on breeding her. His barbs just drove her peak higher and higher with each thrust, until her whimpering moans reached a fever pitch, and with a cry that was both his victory and her defeat, she shamefully came again for lover's sire, soaking his obsidian shaft with her heat.

"O-Osiris!" She cried out into the bedroom, even as he hilted himself inside her traitorously cheating passage while it clenched and rippled around him, urging him deeper with its insistent massage of his maleness, her body ignoring her mind's cognitive dissonance at who it was taking her to such heights of pleasure...

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Horus growled as he splashed water across his face, rinsing his mouth with a handful of water before angrilly spitting into the sink. Goddamnit, of course he would get sick when he was introducing Sherri to his father. At this point, he was just ready to leave, take Sherri back to his dorm room, and fuck her senseless into next week.

That was when he heard it... The distinct, rhythmic creaking of the floor that he heard so often when he had to stay here during the week that was the signal of his father attempting to provide him with another sibling...

Horus's heart caught in his throat, icy dread drawing a cold sweat along his spine.

No. No it couldn't be. Couldn't. She wouldn't.

But there it was again, that distinct creaking of a loose board, squeaking quietly to the tempo of someone getting a hard rutting. He opened the handle of the bathroom, slowly making his way back downstairs towards the dining room. Maybe his brother had come back with a date, or... or... One of his father's harem had come back early...

"Sh- Sherri?" He called as he reached the ground floor landing, that persistent squeaking coming from down the hallway.

Squeak squeak squeak squeak.

The sound continued even as Horus called out again, supporting himself against the wall. The dining room was empty, the plates of food forgotten, and the door leading further into the house hanging open. The sounds were coming from the master bedroom further along. As he stepped through the kitchen and into the hallway, the sounds changed.

Thump thump thump. Moan. Moan. Moan.

Horus felt sick all over again, but for entirely different reasons again. Maybe he could just... Go up to his room and rest. Sherri was probably outside, or... or maybe went to use one of the other bathrooms in the house, or...

The excuses all crumbled when he heard that familiar voice gasp as he approached the master bedroom, each step feeling like a mile. His hand was trembling as he reached for the handle, his fingers curling around the knob. She was moaning, and Horus already knew who it would be for.

"Please, just pull out... I don't want Horus to find out... Don't cum inside..." Sherri's voice whined in a high pitch that she took when Horus was two knuckles deep in her and thumbing her clit to orgasm. His hand froze on the knob, turning it slowly before he stopped, unable to push it open and confront what was happening, to accept what he knew beyond a doubt was going on just behind the door.

"Oh sweet hen... He already knows.... Why don't you come in Horus? I know you're out there, listening to us." Osiris called, and Horus froze to the spot, forced to just stand there, discovered while the wet slaps of his father's cock pistoning in and out of HIS girlfriend came from just beyond the door.

"Get in here Horus, or it'll be worse for you." Osiris warned, his tone dropping to that scolding level that he had used so often when Horus was still young. Hesitantly, he pushed open the door, and stepped inside.

Osiris never stopped fucking her for even a second, not even when he son stood by the door frame, watching open beaked, and certainly not when Sherri turned around to see the look of utter betrayal on her boyfriends face. She whimpered shamefully, and tried her best to hide her face in the pillows, but they did little to muffle her involuntary moans, or the messy slaps as Osiris hilted himself again and again.

"She's found someone better Horus, you might as well accept it. You brought her here in need, and frankly, you're too young for the responsibility of raising a hatchling. This is all for your benefit, I promise... Now come... Maybe you'll learn a thing or two." Osiris snapped his fingers, pointing to the bed beside himself.

"She's... Ahh... A good fuck, but if she was willing to drop you so quickly, she wouldn't have been any good for you-"

"That's ahh~ N-not true Horus... He promised me-" Osiris silenced his squawking hen by shoving the jaguar's face back into the pillows so she could sob in guilt and moan in silence.

"That's exactly it... All it took was a promise. Don't worry though. I'll take good care of her while she nests."

"W...Why are you doing this?" Horus started, his voice quaking, but growing in volume and anger as he felt his blood boiling. He approached the pair, his face reddening.

"What the fuck make you think you have the righ-" Osiris's wing swung out and struck Horus across the cheek like an impudent child before he could fully absorb just what happened, knocking him to the ground, his face against the mattress. His head spun, and his ears rang like a bell that had been struck.

Osiris shifted, pausing in his rutting of his son's girl for just long enough to reach down with one taloned hand, and pin his son's face to the mattress roughly, forcing him to watch as he defiled the girl he loved, and claimed what had been his.

"This is a lesson, Horus, and you'd do well to learn it. If you want a flock of your own, you have to find ones that aren't so easily tempted to fly away at the first treat dangled before their eyes. You have to be able to protect what is yours, and keep it once you have it. You should have made this one gravid before another male had the chance, but you always shunned the ways of our kind. Now you get to reap your reward for your arrogance."

Osiris snarled, leaning over the little jaguar who was gasping and moaning into the bedding, but even Horus could see how her hips rolled back into his father's thrusts, her sex forced open to engulf every inch of his glistening, black breeder. Osiris snapped his hips forwards roughl shoving his tip against her cervix as Sherri came once more with a shameful yeowl, and from his lessons, Horus knew just what he was doing.

He was getting ready to breed her. Even as he watched, drops of his lover's cum and his sire's pre messed the sheets below them. He could tell that his father was bottoming out, ramming himself against the feline's tight cervix, the unique properties of their species precum slowly dilating the tight ring of muscle, forcing it to spread just like her outer lips did around the gryphon's girthy shaft.

He tried to squirm away, to beat against his father's arm and make him let go, butOsirise held him securely in place, forced to watch as with a messy slap, the entirely of his sire's obscene girth disappeared within the no longer virgin passage of his girlfriend. The swaying orbs beneath Osiris's feathered sheath tightened up, and he could hear Sherri's muffled cries of pleasure as she felt him twitching inside of her.

"N...Not inside! Please! I... I... Can't... Mhm... Just breed me!" She wailed, going from protest to encouragement in the time it took for Osiris to fuck her into another orgasm as the first ropes of virile, hot gryphon cum shot into her vulnerable and ripe womb.

From here, the scent of her heat was unmistakable, and despite his revulsion, Horus could feel his shaft throbbing inside of his trousers almost painfully, so near to the source of raw lust and arousal inducing pheromones. A source that his father was busy ensuring would be quenched before much longer. He could see the way his father lewdly bulged her once tight skin out, watching each vivid and energetic throb and pulse of the hilted shaft distending her fur from it's passage, that signaled another flood of gryphon cum to quicken in the jaguars belly, forever marking her as Osiris's, not his...

"H...Horus, oh... Please, I'm sorry... I... Oh gods he's filling me so much... Just... I'll be yours, I promise... I needed this... I didn't mean to..." Sherri half begged, half moaned, guilt and pleasure sending a mess of mixed signals in everything she said between breathy cries of ecstasy and sobs of remorse as her boyfriend's father deposited his hot load inside of her. Despite her apologetic words, she was clearly enjoying it more than she was feeling guilty about what she was doing to him, the poor feline fucked silly into a stupor between her heat and Osiris's heady musk, as well as his voluminous seed flooding her core.

"You see son? Even now, she tries to reason... But you'll be far too full to do much soon... You're not done yet little hen..." Osiris gave her cheek a tender stroke with his fingers, the jaguar reflexively pressing herself against his petting hand, not even understanding why she was doing it. Rolling his hips back, Osiris dredged a creamy white mess out with the quick movement of his cock, or at least what of the shaft that actually budged, dripping along her thighs mere inches from Horus's face.

The pinned boy's eyes followed the path of his father's cum as it leaked back out, eyes transfixed in shock, unable to rouse himself to any more action than smearing more pre against the insides of his pants. The mess of hormones between the two was addling his mind, just like it had addled Sherri's.

Horus couldn't help it. The scent was strong, and his teenage hormones were winning out, even over the sight of the love of his young life being fucked and filed by his own father. Another strong throb ran through Osiris's cock and up the bulge in Sherri's belly, and the little jaguar just moaned as it pulsed within her womb, a slight round appearing beneath her fur from the sheer volume of the gryphon drake's cum.

Sherri let out a squeal as Osiris gave his shaft another tug, but her hips came back along with his, barbs digging into the opposite side of her cervix, flared and catching her in a secure hold. She wasn't pulling away from him any time soon, not until Osiris was sure of her new position in his flock. It was only when Osiris started rolling his hips in deliberate, slow thrusts that she began to moan again, gasping.

"Ahh, wh-what are you doing- Ngghh~! What is that!" She cried out suddenly as the gryphon's shaft inside her seemed to swell at the base, stretching her sex lips apart even further, the oblong lump in Osiris's cock slowly traveling downwards. With another role of his hips and a sharp cry of pleasure from Sherri, it pushed past her stretched taut cunt with a wet pop, pressure forcing it into her passage. Sherri just moaned as her claws dug holes into the blankets beneath her, and beneath the gryphon breeding her.

Horus could only watch in horror, shaking his head as if to deny what he was seeing as he watched the path of the obscene lump while it stretched Sherri's passage open to make room, its path visible in the bulge underneath her fur, slowly traveling up towards her navel, towards her womb. Each short thrust for Osiris pushed the egg deeper still, his ovipositor prick locked snugly inside of her womb, the barbs holding him securely in place and forcing her cervix open and giving his clutch only one place it could possibly go.

"Oh god... It feels so good... Horus, he's so deep... Thick..." Sherri's eyes rolled around, seeing but not seeing, so far gone was she in her haze of lust as she pushed herself willingly back onto his prick and his egg, more cum being pushed out as a second bulge pushed her cunt open again.

"Don't worry little hen... You'll fit in perfectly with my flock... Once you're good and gravid with my clutch, you can stay here for good. Wouldn't that be nice?" Osiris teasingly, almost mockingly asked his newest prize, the little, slim jaguar queen just nodding drunkenly as she gasped, letting out a feline caterwaul of pleasure. Osiris thrust his hips forward, and Horus could only watch as the bulge from his first egg seemed to just 'pop' forwards, settling as a visible lump in her belly.

His first egg was nesting in her womb, no doubt already combining with the ripe, fertile eggs she'd have dropped from his rough fucking. Once the torrent of cum he'd filled her with fertilized them, they'd latch to his clutch, providing his progeny a safe place to develop and hatch after she'd laid them.

Horus glanced up from under his father's paw, meeting the drake's intense gaze. He chuckled, looking down at his defeated son with... What? Disappointment? Triumph? Mocking? He had beaten him and he knew it, and now he was just rubbing his nose in it. Even so, Horus couldn't help his body's reaction, his own shaft grinding fruitlessly against his pants in an attempt to give himself some relief.

"See Horus? She's happier this way... But maybe once I'm done, you can take her yourself, just so you know what you missed out on. Wouldn't you like that Sherri?" He laughed, shoving himself against the fucked silly cat as a second lump joined the first, more of the breeder's clutch already on their way to her fertile and ripe teenage womb.

Horus could do nothing, just forced to watch while his father ruined any trace of her virginity that had been Horus's by right, her belly swelling with a clutch that wasn't his own. Each egg made her belly distend further, until the poor Jaguar girl looked several months pregnant, each smooth oblong shell in her womb a visible lump beneath the surface of her skin and her fur. Even the flesh beneath her fur bore the marks of his father's actions, stretch marks that would never truly fade, and would only grow more as the clutch in her belly developed and grew larger until she was ready to lay in a few months time.

His prick throbbed, unable to move or shift or even yell at his father. Osiris just calmly kept his own offspring trapped under his hand while he defiled the slut who had so easily been swayed by his promises and his girth. Sherri just moaned, every so often shuddering and mewling as she came again from the sensation of fullness in her womanhood and her very core, while the male on her back bred her like a cat in heat. She shamelessly creamed herself, even looking directly at Horus once as she did.

There was no trace of remorse in those eyes. None of the guilt that had been there earlier. It was like she had never been his at all.

Finally, almost mercifully after what seemed like a good fifteen minutes of slowly one by one pushing his clutch into the lust drunk queen, Osiris pulled himself back, his barbs retracting, their duty done. One last pulse of thick cum sprayed from his tip, coating her cervix to act like a plug until the muscle tightened back up again, sealing his heirs within her swollen, gravid belly.

He wiped the softening log of obsidian flesh across her still obediently raised rear, cleaning his cum off on her sleek, tan fur that was now matted with the results of their fucking.

"Ahh.... Good girl... Now Horus, are you going to be good and not fight this? If she was this willing to betray you, she wasn't good for you anyway... I've done you a favor. You should thank me... But I'll leave you two alone for a minute... You can do with her as you please." Osiris finally released his hold on the younger Gryphon, who was still too in shock to move.

His father just chuckled darkly as he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Oh... Nggh... Oh fuck, so full..." Sherri just moaned on the floor. Her eyes had a pleasant haze to them, but Horus couldn't stand to look at them. Hell, he could barely stand to look at her, his heart beating rapidly with adrenaline rushing through his veins. She just lay there on her breasts, her head against the pillows and her ass still raised in the air, dripping his father's seed down the inside of her thighs from her slightly gaping sex. He could see each time her muscles clenched, squeezing around the empty space that his father's prick had filled, pushing more of his sire's cum from her belly.

"P...Please... Want it..." Sherri pathetically pawed at Horus's leg, making him pause... He was heartbroken. He was furious. He was scared. She looked at him pleadingly, those kitten eyes that had always gotten what she wanted in part now just reminding him of how much she had hurt him... How he must have looked right then, still in his suit, panting, cock visibly tenting his pants.

He growled, shaking his head, but her scent and his father's pheromones were still in his mind, making him feel... Making him do things he shouldn't have.

He pressed up behind her, unbuttoning his pants as the visibly pregnant feline just wriggled her hips eagerly, and shoved himself to the hilt in her on the first thrust, fucking her rapidly, the force of his hurt, anger and lust driving him to pound her like a feral mutt on a bitch. That's all she was to him now. She acted like a creature of instinct, just a heat driven whore to fuck... Nothing more to him.

She moaned as he pounded her loose snatch, her muscles exhaustedly trying to grip him in her bodies embrace while his barbs scratched roughly, harshly at the edges of her passage. He tried to hold back his tears, his shame at what he was doing to her as well as the hurt at what she had done to him. He bit it back behind his anger, and fucker her harder.

She may have cum, moaning and growing hot around his prick as he fucked her like a beast, pounding her well sealed cervix with his length, but his father had already ruined her. She'd never be a virgin for him to claim as his own. Just some slut he was borrowing from that smug drake ashole who had sired him.

His cum flooded her passage when he did at last, snapping and biting at her neck like his ancestors would have, pinning her to the messy bed while his cum flooded back out of her abused slit, leaking and puddling on the sheets below, merely adding to the pool his father had left her in. Not a drop spilled deeper though. Her womb was now securely his father's claim, and he'd made sure no other could accidently do the deed later.

He yanked himself from her, unable to pierce her womb, and thus, the urge to clutch the bitch never arose, just a dull, pleasured feeling in his gut from the specialised organ where males of his species kept their unfertilized clutch, waiting for the tight embrace of a female's cervix being stretched.

Cleaning himself off, he stood, looking back at Sherri. The tears came freely now.

"Sherri, I..."

"Oh... Osiris..." Sherri just purred into the pillows with a quiet moan, her hips finally sinking to the bed, shamelessly laying in the cum of her once lover and his father. She hadn't even known it was him, just thinking it was Osiris the whole time. Horus shook his head, and left, returning to his car and thankfully not encountering his genetic donor on the way.

There was perhaps an instant there where he may have forgiven her, and been willing to try and work things out. That moment came and passed in the span of a heartbeat.

He drove. Drove for a long time, crying and sobbing as he tried his best to cope with the pain in his stomach, and the typhoon of emotion running rampant in his mind.

It was three in the morning when he finally arrived at the only place he could think to go. The only person who had ever truly cared about him in his life. Shakilly, he rang the doorbell of the small, single story home on the edge of town, wiping his eyes again, trying to smooth his feathers to make himself at least slightly presentable.

After a few moments, a light came on inside, a lock sliding out of place before the door swung inwards.

The older mixed owl and tiger striped gryphoness before him rubbed her face tiredly, brilliant green eyes looking at the raggard boy in the night. Recognition came quickly, and her eyes widened in surprise as her curved beak opened.

"Horus? Sweety, it's three AM, what are you-"

"Mom..." He sobbed quietly before he broke down entirely, and collapsed against her, his arms around her shoulders as he wept openly. Her arms and wings instantly embraced him without hesitation or question, pulling her son against her chest as she cooed softly to him, stroking his messy head feathers down.

"Shhh, shhh... Come inside sweetie. Momma's got you."

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The doorbell on the large house rang, the gryphoness on the porch clacking her talons against the wooden deck loudly with her impatience. After a few long moments, the door rattled as it opened, squeaking on hinges that were in need of oiling. She turned, facing the doorway with the most malicious smile she could manage.

The wolf bitch who opened the door wore little more than a purple robe that did little to nothing to hide the obvious swell to her stomach. He eyes went wide as she saw the woman waiting for her.

"Oh! Uh, Serena! What-uh... What are you-" She stammered, visibly fearful. Well, wasn't this a surprise! Serena hadn't seen the woman since, well... Since she walked in on her and Osiris fucking on her couch. Evidently, her ex husband had kept his whores around.

Serena smiled politely, her wings fanning just slightly behind her shoulders as she lazily took the sunglasses off the end of her beak. Her summer dress swayed pleasantly as she slipped them back into her purse.

"Hello Katey. You're looking round." The insult was as sharp and pointed as the gyphoness's talons. Katey took a half step backwards from the door, and attempted to close it, but Serena's wing was faster, and held it open as she gently convinced the wolfess that slamming the door in her face was not the correct choice to make in this situation.

"Be a dear, would you please fetch Osiris for me? I know he's home. We need to have a talk about our son." The Gryphoness smiled, almost too sweet in her tone and demeanor. There was an unholy rage burning behind those sweet, gold eyes.

"Don't worry. I'll wait. He'll come out if he knows what's good for him."