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The gryphon never undertakes a trip intended with a focus primarily on business without at least some pleasure involved, flown in by potential clients, he's been wined, dined, treated to a show, but they've somehow sussed out (or, more likely were tipped off!) that this particular bird is a sucker for the casino tables! No surprise that he's had the luxurious penthouse suite at his disposal for the duration of his trip, with no end to scotch and casino chips made available to him by the proprietors-cum-aspiring clientele of his company's services. In typical fashion, he's been dominating the roulette table he's been occupying for the night, seemingly focused on winning spin after spin, but the untrained eye might not notice his own gaze inspecting the patrons of the casino hall, seemingly in search of something, or perhaps someone!

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The crisp red dress she wore hugged her body in all the right ways as she stepped up to the rather large table rather casually. The winter white frills of her dress accented her black body luxuriously making the attractive dragoness a very eye-catching feature. "50 on black." She spoke, placing the chips from her pouch on the board for the steward to move. A modest bet considering the rest of the table's gamblers but it was a safe bet and one could see why. The horn rings, neck collar and wrist cuffs she wore were polished platinum and caught the eye of several table patrons. It was unlikely she was here for the game, the big girl casually taking a glass of the server's tray. It had a pink fruity drink it in that none of the other boys had bothered trying but she didn't seem to care, simply sitting and sipping, watching the wheel spin as if it were the only thing on her mind.

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The drake narrowed his yellowy eyes, a forepaw of his lifting onto the table. Leaning the front half of himself upon the roulette table isn't strictly good casino manners, but this isn't the kind of gryphon who seems to have to adhere to the rules! It seems he'd been looking in all the wrong places up until now. He offers the large, red-clad black dragoness his most charming of grins, and a polite nod to boot. Right away, she is the one. When an ambitious gryphon like himself sees something he wants, no force in nature can get in his way. "One hundred on black. It's a fetching color, after all." He grins, flattering the black dragoness tangentially, taking a long sip of his own drink. With his luck, there's no way he can lose! Something the 'ness will benefit from, at least at first. Black wins, and the stakes are raised; it seems like the house has anything but an advantage tonight!

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Her head turns toward the big feathery male with a bit of a quirky smile of her own. "I couldn't agree more." She responds in kind with a slight wink. As the ball comes to a stop there are a myriad of grins and grunts across the table while the board is being cleared and winnings divvied up. Again she simply collects her half and leaves the initial bet behind; technically a loss in the long run but so long as she's betting there are other benefits to be had. "You seem to be doing well tonight." She hummed in remark, pointing at the building pile of chips before the feathered male, half empty drink in paw. "Would be nice to have your luck." She added with a grin, lovely feral lips taking a sip of her beverage.

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What began as an impressive stack of chips has soon grown into a grand pile of the drake's winnings, and he shows no sign of slowing down just yet. "I always do well, madam. If there's one thing I possess, it's a flair for the roulette wheel." He murmurs just to her. "You seem to be somewhat of a natural yourself, my dear. Care to stick by for a few more spins?" He enquires amiably while shifting closer to the edge of the table, keeping close to the ravishing female. "Another drink for the elegant lady!" He calls out to the attentive server, who seems to be there just to serve this high-rolling, feathery gryphon and nobody else. "And anything else she might need." Is added in a wry murmuring. "Let's play some roulette."

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The scaly beauty grins adorably over the rim of her glass as the offer is made. He's not really her type, a little overzealous and perhaps a bit full of himself but the offer is certainly not one she could pass up so casually. She had thought to start with something small, but considering the large and rather well acquired stack of chips, she decided to go for something a little more exuberant, making the order loud enough for anyone at the table to hear. The feathery male didn't even flinch. As the steward dotted off to get her complex order, she downed the last of her glass and leaned in with him. "Mmm, so tell me, what's your secret?" She didn't actually expect him to tell her but it made for playful conversation. Best to be polite to the one paying your tab right?

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He knows his luck is unending, but that's all been arranged by the business partners that're going out of their way to ensure he's having the time of his life. As far as he's concerned, this sexy black could have been sent his way on purpose, a mere plaything for him to enjoy on his business trip. Of course that's not the case, but with the way he acts, it's as if he expects to get what he wants at all times. He's certainly by no means an attractive gryphon to any self-respecting lady! A few drinks usually remedies this, he finds, especially when the server is making sure they're doubly strong than usual. Her fruity drink masks this of course, but the effects are quickly felt. "My secret, miss, is to gamble with conviction. I never doubt myself, and I never lose. In business, or when it comes to gambling." He croons huskily, his bet paying off again as the wheel spins in his favor, landing him another win. "And just what brings you here, dear?" He enquires with a sidelong smirk at the lovely female.

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The hot warmth seeps into her core with ease, the big girl enjoying the tingle of a treat she rarely gets to enjoy. The bartender did a good job mixing the drink too, the layers clearly visible as she sips it with a certain lack of reservation. She sniffs the rim rather pleased with the turn of events, giving her companion a bit of a sidelong smile. "Bit of fun and relaxation of course. It's healthy to let some stress off." She paused for a moment, then leaned in, the paw holding her new drink stretching a claw, pointing at the crowd around the table. "Some of these boys could learn a thing or two about relaxing I think." She whispered tantalizingly close to his ear. She took another sip, the effect of his expenditure becoming visible in the way she tried to hold her drink steady. It was subtle but a keen eye would notice the change.

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The gryphon smiles deviously, long tail drifting through the air in long, slow, steady strokes. He watches that tasty, highly alcoholic drink get supped down as easily as water, but far more tasty, fruity and expertly mixed than the girly drinks most of the other casino-goers were being treated to. He chuckles lowly in approval, peering to where her claw gestures. "That they could. Those boys have a lot to learn about everything, no doubt." Such a delight... he just has to have her. A few more rounds are played, the pile of chips before him growing ever higher; at this point, there'd be no good reason to keep playing! Before she's even halfway through her current drink, another is brought, and another when that's finished, his own drinks taken at a much slower rate, but they all go onto his tab. "You're here all by yourself? Mm, that's my ideal kind of relaxing getaway, miss. Coming to a place like this, you can unwind, not have a care in the world about anything..." He croons, eyeing up her eye-catching dress, her horn rings, collar and cuffs - such finery!

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As her fiesta continues and the bets flow as freely as the alcohol, there are a few mistakes made, her choices being carefree. Even when she loses the big drake makes it feel like a win, getting her something new and tasty to try to make up for it until, before long, the buzz has hit her whole body. She still maintains some semblance of dignity but he can feel the response her drunken form has taken, leaning against him more liberally and giggling bubbly laughter. He can smell it on her breath, that spicy fruity scent but that's not even the scent that really catches his attention. There's another more subtle scent that tickles his nares for only a breath, then disappears for minutes at a time before giving him a whiff of that entirely natural 'perfume'. She hasn't moved from the spot she's sitting in for almost a half hour but, it wouldn't be hard to assume she'd need a bit of assistance to get anywhere by now. Speaking of; "Mrrrrphf... I may need to... to freshen up a little." The big black fidgets with the words, pausing a moment as if trying to remember something. "OH! Where would the ladies room be?" She asks gryphon beside her, carefully speaking each word slowly.

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The cocky drake gives the steward a look, the tiniest of nods shown in response. "Last bets; place your last bets here!" He gives call, which prompts a less-than-genuine look of disapproval from the gryphon. "Already? But I was just getting started." Once the table has cleared, he turns aside, his eyes peering into those of his intoxicated companion, able to smell that fruity, alcoholic flavor on her breath. "It'd be a shame to part ways so soon, where there's plenty of time for more relaxing to be done. Why don't you accompany me to my room for a drink? Naturally you can, ah, freshen up there. It's much more private and exclusive than the rest of this casino's facilities, I can assure you." The cunning, wicked and dirty drake reassures; he's gotten a good whiff of that nare-tickling feminine scent that the big black 'ness put out, the object of his desires, and with the state she's in now, all he has to do is help himself. He rises from his place, offering the quite a bit more-than-tipsy femme a hand in doing the same. "I insist."

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The big girl beams though she'd have a hard time telling him why she felt so good at the moment. He was a nice gryphon and the offer was hardly something she felt the need to turn down. She lifted herself, one of the stewards helping collect her winnings in the small side satchel she carried. "Ohh thaaank you." She thrummed, producing a single dollar chip and giving it to him. He didn't seem displeased with the offer but even if he had, she wouldn't have noticed. With her 'debts' settled, the big dragoness lifted those fine haunches up and waddled unsteadily beside her feathery companion. "Lead the way my dear." It didn't even occur to her that she didn't know his name, or he hers, only that he'd made quite a generous offer and her drunken mind was quite willing to accept it.

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The gryphondrake shakes his head with a somewhat suppressed snicker, leaving the steward a much more suitable tip for his fine services in aiding the gryphon get the sexy dragoness utterly sauced up! He steadies the drunken black dragoness by his side, leading her away from the casino hall towards the foyer and the elevators. The trip to his suite is perhaps the subject of a brief 'blackout', but the arrival to his grand room is quite impressive indeed. "A modest room, considering my usual sleeping arrangements." He boasts proudly, showing her to the restroom, a large, immaculately spotless, marble-countered room. "I will go fix us a drink." The drake states calmly on his way out of the bathroom, making his way over to fix two strong, but less fruity drinks, picking up a few more whiffs of the dragoness' natural scent on the way.

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It took the black hen a good while to do her rounds within the restroom, having not even closed the door as she sat in front of the counter, starring at herself with a bit of goofy happiness. Damn girl, you're hot! It was only a passing thought as she slipped from one task to another, relieving herself in the proper place and doing her best to make herself presentable for her guest... host! She reminded herself. It was still difficult to walk straight but with some concentration she managed to give it her best, finding him relaxing in the main den. "Soooo lucky." She spoke, admiring the area with a critical, if tipsy eye while taking the offered drink and draining half between breaths, completely unaware of her actions. "Mmm, and thank you." She purred, even if she wouldn't be able to recall why she was thankful if he asked.

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He patted the spot beside him on the luxurious, deep couch set in the centre of the room, so cozy and squishy once seated upon, yet firm and supportive at the same time. The kind of couch that's night impossible to lift oneself off of! He eyes up the black 'ness's drink while casually sipping from his own, indulging in a little bit of small talk, all the while getting more comfortable, and closer to the gorgeous female. "So you are a patron of this fine casino quite often? I had no idea it attracted such elegant and sophisticated ladies as yourself." He says in a tone over laden with flattery, a broad grin worn on his beak while one of his forepaws drapes across the backrest of the couch behind her, giving him good reason to tuck in against her side. He's all but taking what he wants, what he desires, and at his own drawn out pace too. That scent again, mm.

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Her bashful grin is almost as alluring as her finely dressed hide, every inch of her beaming with warmth from the flow of alcoholic fluid presented at every turn. She's a little less strict in this environment, her body sprawled out on her flank upon the feral-sized adornments, tail tip flopping about off the edge. "Well my little flat isn't nearly as exuberant as this-" She purred, her whole head swinging around to admire the high ceilings and decorative decor. "-mmmbut at least it has laundry." She giggled playfully, her feminine curves on display in this angle. With her haunches pointed toward the feathered male, it made the wash of her hips an easy target for prying eyes, cute pink panties visible beneath the curve of that lovely thick tail of hers, hiding a treasure even more desirable than the jewelry she wore.

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The drake puffs in a lusty warmth against her muzzle, his own big-beaked face much closer to hers now that her demeanor has shifted to a much more relaxed and playful one. Bubbly, it could be called! His posture is rather odd for a feral to be settled in, but he's shameless in adopting it, causing that heavy, prominent sheath to jut outwards, hidden by the fabric of his fine, formal business attire. "Ah, any room is instantly made exuberant by your mere presence, my sweet." He says, dripping in charm. His eyes slowly make their way down her body, taking in the sight of her perfectly breedable hips, sleek curves and indeed the flash of pink panties underneath her dress, who knows what else might be hiding beneath. He just has to find out! Drinks out of the way, he finally makes his move, confidently settling a forepaw upon her haunches, claws raking over her fine, dark scales. "Such a gorgeous thing deserves only the finest life has to offer... including the finest drake."

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Given one less drink she might have been less inclined to be so passive about his attention but when his paw slid across her body, she didn't rebuke his advances. It felt good, a soft sensual touch that made her alcohol warmed nerves tingle excitedly. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the plush backing, his touches encouraging further exploration and she relaxed, letting him. A caress up her hip would roll that feral skirt up to further expose her pretty hide, the white braded lingerie clinging to her hide creating a luxurious scene. Her warm breath ruffled his feathers as she breathed, so close to the alluring drake as he took liberties with his exploration of her body. So crude an advance but, in her state, it only made her heartbeat quicken and body stretch out some, wanting more.

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His advance is very crude indeed, but he's quite sure the slow, intimate approach would be lost to a girl in such a drunken state. Plus, this is all about him. Taking what he wants on a whim, just as he always has. It's what's gotten him where he is in life right now! It's why he simply shifts that fine fabric upward, pulling it to trail along her stunning hide, rewarding him with a much better, and unheeded view of her inner thighs, delicate, pink lingerie and the plush outlines of her sexy henparts. The lusty bird croons lowly, his other scaly forepaw drifting lower, grasping the waistband of her sexy panties, and with a devious grin worn clearly on his beak, he pulls upward on the fabric, causing the crotch of her panties to frame the outline of her vent quite clearly. His enjoyment can't be hidden, from his snickering beak or the fat swell present in his trousers. "Mmn, most pleasing..."

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The lovely dragoness doesn't seem to mind or particularly notice as her lowers are more openly exposed, that fine hind end a tasty treat for his sharp eyes to enjoy. She squirms a little as those claws draw her undergarments tight but doesn't otherwise object, glossy eyes peeking open to see what he's doing. It doesn't occur to her that it might be a good idea to reciprocate the attention, she just indulges in the dirty caresses he lays upon her soft hide. With a final swallow, the big girl finishes her drink, her throat rolling to take in the heady liquid giving the handsome male a chance to watch her muscles in action. From there she rolls over onto her side, stretching out to put the glass down, snout in his lap and completely unaware of the position. Once she's finished dropping the container onto the ground however, she seems to realize and giggles, blushing madly.

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While he would normally be quick to take advantage of such a compromising situation, the lusty drake smirks down at his gambling companion. The brief display he was given of her powerful throat muscles in action has given new desires that require sating, the dirty bird's scaled forepaw grasping the waist of his business attire, those stuffy, formal trousers quickly drawn away before the blush can even fade from her muzzle! Moments later, her snout is pressed up close to his huge, furred sheath, the ebony swell of the drake's maleness halfway unsheathed from that burly cockholder that's nestled between his haunches. His eyes gaze at her expectantly, rigid, black gryphontip prying against her maw, a healthy dollop of slitslime dribbled there in the process!

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With how long she had her nose in his lap, he had plenty of time to work his clothing into a more relaxed position. She was startled to see it, his inky black shaft poking free, a flush of hot warmth blooming in her belly. Was that because of her? It was almost a hatchling's voice in her mind. Her nostrils flared, unable to help herself as she took in his hot rich scent that only made the tingle in her lowers all the more prominent. This wasn't her, really, she wasn't the kind to do one night stands but... mmm... just a taste couldn't hurt right? That long, forked dual-colored tongue slithered out, thick with drunken saliva and grazed across the surface. It was no expertly managed maneuver; the sloppy, sticky motion leaving him rather wet but it did make that spire grow more prominent. Well the first had been so successful, why not try again? So she did, curling that tongue against his bare flesh a little more this time to increase the surface she was dragging it across. The big girl repeated the motion a third time, each time gathering just a little more of his heady male flavor getting the wasted hen drunk in an entirely different way.

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He could almost watch the hazy internal dialog take place in her mind. Faced with such a huge, richly-scented, stiffening slab of gryphonshaft, would she be able to resist? Clearly the elevated blood-alcohol levels in her bloodstream has the effect he intended to, her resistance and her normal inclination to avoid fooling around with a male she didn't even know by name are pushed aside, much to the big, feathery male's enjoyment. That nimble, long forked tongue grazes against his ebon skin, coaxing more of the bare shaft to ease free, a seemingly endless amount of solidifying gryphon greeted with a few warm, deliberate and slow licks from the dragoness' slick tongue. He grasped one of her horns, pulling her against his lap, his other forepaw haphazardly beginning to undo the clasp of her dress!

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She didn't seem to mind the new position, that long angular draconic snout laying against his fluffy belly as she drank in the near-overload of physical sensation. She rested there, eyes half lidded, watching it grow with soft twitch of his heartbeat forcing more warm lifeblood into his spire until it came right up to her lips. She'd either have to move out of the way or... The big girl parted her jaw, letting it grow right into her maw, tongue guiding it easily over her teeth. Its meaty girth found a comfortable spot to rest, the warm moist confines of her muzzle becoming more inviting as the same lips that had drained quite a few glasses of liquor now softly suckled the precum from his stiff shaft. The clasps along her belly were easy to unbuckle, designed for somewhat less nimble feral paws, allowing the great drake to expose her trim belly and lower half with ease. The straps that held her snowy white lingerie rolled up over her tail, drawing the eye to her feminine features. The muzzlejob she gave was slow and sinful; there were certainly better ones he could get for the price he had paid but none that would be quite as satisfying.

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His claws could make short work of any fussy clasps; he'd hate to have to shred her pretty, deep-red dress, but if push came to shove... Luckily they fall away, leaving the thrilling sight of her sexy lingerie on display, almost as if she'd been expecting to hook up with a nice male this night. At least, that's how he'd reason it. He'd never even consider that girls wear these things for their own enjoyment, or even for comfort! No, to him, it's all part of the ritualistic song and dance of feral mating. His shaft stiffly swollen now, pulsing and thrumming rhythmically with the beat of his heart, the fat cumvein of its underbelly flexing a few times to drool out a few cloudy dollops of musky precum into the dragoness's muzzle, suckled right out of his broad cumslit right away. The muzzlejob makes for an amazing opening act, but soon his desires turned elsewhere, the rich, feminine scent in the air making his loins tingle for something more primitive. A few steady humps of his haunches, and he pulls free, the slick, glistening length of his gryphonhood shimmering from pointed tip to his hooked barbs and the unswollen base of his knot, eyes affixed on her panties, and the delicious vent that lies beneath the fabric. "Krrrrh, on your back, dragoness, come on now." He croons in an ushering tone to the drunken, soon-to-be broodhen.

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She hadn't been in the casino for sex, really just a bet or two for the drinks that came with to help relax. Now though, she was quite relaxed indeed, her unhooked dress left splayed out on the couch as she was encouraged to roll over fully. Pulling one wing out beneath her and leaving the other tucked into the crook of the couch, she made herself comfortable. She wasn't even really thinking of sex, her drunken mind simply thinking how comfortable the upholstery was. Her body, on the other paw, was certainly considering the act, the scent that had been teasing the great drake's nares now on full display; heavy, rich, warm and best yet, with the tang of a hen heat. She looked adorable there laying in a pile of her own clothing, half naked with forepaws curled at her chest and hinds splayed in undeniable relaxation. It would be cruel to take advantage of her in such a vulnerable state...

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The sheer cruelness of it all is bound to be the factor that appeals to the nasty gryphon most! Here this lovely, pleasant hen finds just what she came here for, a few bets, a good few drinks and some rest and relaxation. In her drunken state, she's highly vulnerable, easily preyed on by a gryphon drake that knows all too well how to exploit her body's weaknesses to the advances of a strong, potent studly male. Any shred of decency, of fairness that might linger in the deepest recesses of his persona have no hope of coming through now, not with that rich, ripening scent of hen heat wafting to his keen nares, olfactory senses catching that spicy musk right away. He purrs lowly, dipping his muzzle between her thighs, beak clasping the edge of her panties to slowly draw them away, the hot, heady scent of receptiveness burning into his mind. Such an adorable girl, in all her finery and feral undergarments will certainly do, oh yes, he'll make this a business trip to remember for himself! His big body flumps atop hers, the loosened tie around his neck dangling down as he pushes her thighs apart with his own stocky haunches, the dirty brute-drake's dangerously bare tip grazing itself between the warm edges of her unprotected, innocent lill vent!

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She's warm to the touch but even more so at her lowers, a fact that further solidifies the receptive state she's in. It's a teasing, tantalizing feeling as those sharp dangerous claws delicately remove the last vestiges of humility from the girl exposing a new layer of pink beneath. Despite her scales and the dark grey of her belly, he can see her gender flush with arousal, the juicy bubblegum pink of her vent outlined from the puffy swollen effects of her estrus. Her body arches to the side, curling against itself some as he touches her there while drinking in the sights and scents of the dragoness beneath him. There's not a condom in the hotel that would fit the heavy spear dangling painfully stiff between his hinds and even if it did, the thing would need to be made of tire rubber to keep those stimulating barbs from raking their way free. Instead it seems he'll just have to use her healthy fertile vent as his condom instead, the unprotected womb waiting at the far end of that slick slippery fuckable hole the reservoir tip.

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He's yet to come across a condom that contain him and live to tell the tale. That meaty, ebon slab of breeder cock flexes steadily against her puffy, swollen vent, that wonderfully gooey slot dribbling a nice amount of estrus laden wetness to glaze up the inky-black spire of his gryphonhood. His big body looms over hers, forepaws mounted up on the couch, which sags inward under his considerable weight. He has every intention of using her hot, fertile vent as a living condom, a place for him to carelessly spray his seed and take his leave after he's had his pleasure! A low grumble escapes his beak as he nestles inside, the tapered tip of his mighty glans rudely peeling the poor hen's flushed, candy-pink vent apart, all of that wicked tip, barbs included stuffed within the rippling clutches of the big, black dragoness' inner passage.

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Its an unexpected sensation certainly, her mind not expecting to be penetrated even if her slick, slippery passage seemed to understand what was coming by the feel of it. The great drake loomed over her making the midnight hen feel smaller somehow- dominant in her own way, tonight she'd simply been reduced to a fleshy sleeve for the horny male to enjoy. She let off a soft grunt as he forced his way in, splaying her pussy lips open wide around his heavy shaft as he wedged comfortably inside. For most hens there would only be a moment of stimulation as his barbs crawled in over their outer pleasure bead but the clit-less hen's body was different; her alcohol enriched, estrus swollen nerve-filled passage was as sensitive as any female's sensual anatomy forcing her to endure the sharp sensation of his intrusion the entire way in. Her back arched, that cum-scented muzzle screwed in an expression of pleasure that would make any porn actor jealous. As good as it was for her, it was easily as good for him, that greedy spire shoving her ripe fertile folds out of the way to make way for more his fat flesh, reaching deep between those child-bearing hips of hers to find his prize.

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He all too carelessly eases that hefty ebon dick of his into the hen's juicy vent, all kinds of wonderfully lewd and slick-sounding auditory delights to be savored whilst bare flesh slides over flesh. His vicious barbs find a very worthy subject in the form of the intoxicated hen's nerve-packed passage, prickling and rubbing wetly over her swollen inner walls on the way in, only half as stimulating as they'll be when they're sawing back and forth! Such natural fertility and perfectly suitable breeding qualities aren't something he encounters every day in a random hook-up such as this, his sinister smile saying a great deal about how pleased he is to be presented with the chance of rutting and inseminating such a gorgeous, black female! He'll certainly have to report back with great praise when he returns to corporate HQ after the business trip wraps up. With a good bit of cramming, every last bit of that fat, bare gryphonshaft slurps into the hen's snug, cozy passage, her folds lewdly splayed around his thick base, the hen's drunken muzzle screwed up with pleasure even as his bare, dribbling cumslit dimples against the vulnerable gateway to her fertile womb. "Kwwrrh..." There's one thing he'd certainly be willing to bet on - that this female won't be getting away without a big clutch of the nasty drake's young swelling her belly up,

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The black dragoness' haunches roll upward some, lifting that fine hind end off the couch as the big drake shoves himself inside her fully, sheathing that stiff, eager shaft between her legs without a shred of protection. Well, that wasn't entirely true; she could certainly feel that lewd wet kiss of his tip nuzzling against her innermost barrier as the last vestige guarding her vulnerable egg chamber from carrying the virile drake's young. She held her breath as he enjoyed her form, the soft lingerie clinging to her body brushing pleasantly against his flanks as her hot throbbing walls gripped tightly around his bare flesh. Her body's natural reaction would only make what he was about to do to her that much more intense for her and pleasurable for him. The thin soupy stream of precum oozing against the neck of her cervix was virile enough that, even if he stopped, she might still wind up pregnant... But the night was still young, she was still drunk and there was so much more enjoyment he could get out of this delicious little scaly treat!

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The big drake takes a moment to savor the sight of his sexy hen's lingerie-clad form, accentuating her gorgeous looks beyond their natural appearance, the other adornments of her body also going a long way to stoke his desires. The way his tip nuzzles and notches against the softening opening of her cervix produces a wonderfully lurid sensation and sound, the steamy sauna of her inner passage providing a perfect place for the drake to sheath himself within. His precum patters against the neck of her womb, lapping against the fertile shores of that receptive egg chamber. The near constant dribbling of that potent genetic material is risky enough, about as virile enough as a lesser male's entire orgasm, more than enough to fertilize a few early released eggs. A few steady grinds later, and his large body begins to shift back and forth, a slow, diligent rutting rate beginning, fearsome talons digging into the comfy couch as his massive, feral form lunges atop of the black dragoness, glossy barbs shifting, tapered glans wedging against her cervix steadily, dirty bird helping himself to his sexily dressed-up scaly treat!

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Her gasp of surprise as he draws back is a delicious chime to add to all the other ones their copious union is making. Those barbs rake hungrily across her unprepared walls to leave her trembling at the unexpected sensation! Her toe claws curl in the air as he works his wet cock nearly free before plunging it back in, taking liberties with the beautiful body beneath him. In short order the sawing action he had planned comes to life; the scrap of those greedy barbs across her unprotected flesh soothed with a more gentle caress as he slips in afterward only to do it to her again and again, abusing her body for his own pleasure. Her haunches rise further up of their own accord, helping alleviate some of the pressure but also giving the dirty bird a straight shot down at the ripe eggs of her womb, the big burly male casually fucking his clutch into the belly of this lovely little hen one sloppy thrust at a time. It's hard for her to keep a breath in as he pounds away at her defenses, the couch bouncing a little with the rigorous rutting she's getting. He might have been able to pay less for a hooker off the street but rutting her wouldn't have felt nearly as satisfying as stuffing his brood into such an unsuspecting hen.

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His barbs vigorously plunge in and rake back within her hot, throbbing inner passage, strong egg-laying muscles gripping every bare, feral inch of that meaty pillar of dark-skinned flesh that's pushed in between the increasingly slick and slimy inner walls of her splayed pussy. His body drops down a tad, his rutting hips briskly thudding against her hindparts, powerful, stocky haunches fucking the hot and drunken dragoness into the couch. The huge, pendulous orbs of his overly-productive testes slap against her rump, a cacophony of erotic sounds filling the air! The poor drunk hen won't remember a thing, probably, only the faint ache of her well-fucked and bred vent and the gooey, cummy mess that'll be left filling her to the brim. The bulging underbelly of his condomless dick flares out much like those hook-tipped barbs do, his cocktip cramming repeatedly into yielding cervix that his bullying shaft has left rather splayed open and vulnerable to a vigorous ravaging! He's close now, very close, the outer swell of his know swelling up as it impacts and begins to catch on her saucy, flushed outer folds.

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Back and forth his furred and feathered boy moved, his half clothed boy grinding lewdly against her own scantly clad form in a very primal motion. Those plush egg-bearing hips were raised in their most primed position, opening up her receptive cunny in the most delicious of ways. Her forepaws gripped the couch as his body moved against hers, thrusting, rutting, grinding, scraping, fucking her hard to enjoy the deep satisfaction of full on breeding a hen in heat. He could feel her twitch all around him, those lovely little mini-orgasms signally more than just a wave of pleasure, as her receptive form relaxed and clenched, ovulating in rhythm to his design. A puddle of their intermingled fluids leaked from that cock-stuffed vent, the excess forced from her juicy cunt each time he rammed home in her, taking such delicious liberties with the hen beneath him. Each time she could feel his tip battering her bruised cervix and each stroke brought him that much closer to making full use of his fleshy 'condom'. She moaned lewdly, the sound of her sloppy, drunken breeding sharp on the air as those heavy gryphlette making orbs ground snuggly up against her yawning pussy lips, the big male sheathed balls deep within her.

C:

He continued to rut the frisky dragoness for some time, his big, black gryphoncock scattering estrus scented fluids and his own musky scent all around, the room adopting an almost palpable haze of breeding. The proud, half-clothed frame the gryphon remains poised to breed, his body tensing, exerting itself so utterly in doing what it's designed to do. His pendulous, surging testicles begin to churn strongly, visibly pulsating as they begin to deliver their egg-making contents into the fertile hen's receptive womb, working so elegantly and bestially all at once. A low snarl escapes his beak and the very last bit of his unsheathed knot stuffs into the dragoness' lewdly bulging pussy folds, the huge size of his melon-sized knot no doubt putting a shocked expression on her face! With that he's right where he needs to be, every last bit of his interloping length burrowed to the hilt within her saucy cunt, cervix pinned, unfurled around his drooling tip. The steady deluge of precum is replaced with a sudden outpouring of blazing-hot seed, a heated, torrential storm of the drake's virile sperm sloshing through the narrow channel of her cervix, pouring directly into your fertile womb, no tiny shred of protection to save the poor girl from having to bear a heavy litter of his gryphlets! Each individual volley of ropey, gooey seed can be felt not only in the messy, hot impact against the back of her egg chamber, but in the vivid, powerful pulses of his cumvein swelling out while pumping his inseminating load where it can do its worst, the drake ejaculating millions of over-active, egg ravaging swimmers with each pulse! He makes good use of his fleshy, scaly 'lill 'condom', giving her the suitable amount of filling up that a strong drake stud should.

D:

The orgasm that rocked her was incredible, the hot wet thumps of thick pearly seed freely slapping the back of her womb made it that much more vivid. The big drake held flush, pulse after pulse pounding away the chance that she might walk out of here without a clutch, the feathery male not relaxing until the last drops had been drained into her deepest recesses. Shame she wouldn't remember such a mind blowing sensation; the over stimulated blanking out just shy of feeling the last rope of cum being drained into her womb. The half naked hen lay there as he lorded over his conquest, eyeing her beautiful freshly bred form in all its delicious glory, chest rising and falling slowly. He let her sleep, still knotted between those poor unsuspecting pussy lips, her hot warmth keeping him stiff for some time. It gave him time to rub over the sloshy area of her belly though, encouraging a through mixing of egg and sperm, imagining what it must be like to feel his vigorous swimmers squirming around in her gut, swarming through her system to find her unguarded ova and wedge themselves inside, uncaring as to the fate they were bestowing on their mother.

It was only after his body was sure that his seed had found its mark that it allowed him to withdraw, the big make taking one last chance to rake across her tender folds, ensuring she'd be walking funny from the soreness all day tomorrow. She had been good, very good, a delicious finale to his business trip- he thought while rubbing his slowly softening shaft against her inner thighs, cleaning himself off on the attractive feral lingerie still clinging to her hide. He couldn't very well show her out in her current state so, instead, the sated male made himself presentable and left the hotel room to her. She would wake the next morning with a hellish hangover, trying to recall the fuzzy details while reeking of male, a single dollar chip left on her belly as a tip for... services rendered.