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Short, measured breaths. Warmth. The muted sounds of movement elsewhere in her home. The tingling, soft, almost ticklish sensation of the silk rope that bound her body, suspended in the air in a very, very compromising position.

Her legs were spread, ankles raised. Her arms were bound carefully behind her back. Even her tail, her massive, fluffy tan tail had been tied to the back of her collar, preventing her from at all using it to attempt to conceal her modesty.

Not, mind you, that she had any intent to do so. Rope play was a rare treat for her, one of the realities of having exotic kinks to want to be fulfilled and having children as well. The stars had to align, or at least be forced into place to have the time to indulge.

As it so happened, a well-placed call and a long weekend had been the perfect opportunity for them to send their mini-me's off to Isiat's parents home for a visit, while Isiat had some 'Out of country business and Shadi was 'Back to back overtime' at the hospital.

Bald-faced lies, but not ones his parents would bother questioning. Isiat was out of the country often enough, and Shadi, well, Shadi hadn't really needed to work in the last decade. Not since Isiat started working for a dragon anyways... Certainly not since she'd started filling in as said dragon's secretary twice a month, but that was more for her fun.

They were a devious couple, and Isiat doubly so. She tried to match him tit for tat like a good brat and cat no less! But Isiat weaved all sorts of mischief as tightly around her as the silk ropes that now held her suspended, naked, and expecting.

She couldn't say how long had passed. She'd been blindfolded and brought in before he tied her up and lifted her away from the floor. It was an exquisitely tedious experience, feeling each strand as her mate, husband and master bound her with care and skill that harkened to his professional nature. No detail was missed, and nothing was accidental. He looped and weaved and spun and twisted the threads of silk around her, tying her like a gift to be unwrapped later, or in this case, more accurately, whenever he decided she had earned her reprieve.

She heard a soft drip as arousal leaked down along the curvy mounds of her rump, ultimately matting her thin fur in those areas and dripping to the floor of his office.

Drip.

_Drip. _

Drip.

She could hardly stand it, but neither could she do anything in her situation to either rub or touch or help with the itch between her legs. Her slit was sodden from where Isiat had all but devoured her earlier like a predator might a lesser meal, growling and snarling as it felt like he'd tried to shove his whole muzzle up inside of her sex.

He'd been testing his handiwork, of course, leaving her entirely powerless to stop his ravenous feasting on her cunt until he decided he was done. She'd lost track of how many times she'd cried out and come on his wicked tongue, but it had been too many and not nearly enough all at once. Even now, she could barely twitch her tail, so thorough was the rope work binding her.

Her nipples were stiff as diamonds, the silk rope bound in such a way as to leave her heavy breasts entirely exposed, just as it did the flesh of her puffy sex lips. She could see none of it but felt everything, and it was torture. She was in heat and need, and this had been his solution to quench her fire.

He'd left her there, bound and suspended and naked, assuring that he would be just a moment, and told her to catch her breath. How long ago had that been? She couldn't tell. She only tolerated this agonizing wait because she knew no doubt it would be worth it when he returned. He was by no means a cruel master, nor a cruel man, despite being perfectly capable of it. What he'd done in the service had been a lifetime ago. Now, he had more creative and enjoyable uses for the skills he had acquired over his years as a commando, and creative ropework wasn't the least of it.

She whined softly, doing her best to try and squirm within her restraints, but it was to no avail. She couldn't manage even an inch of movement, and attempting anything more aggressive just ended with her rocking slightly in the ropes, as if disturbed by a gentle breeze. No, she was at her master's mercy, just like she had asked to be. Her entire body felt alight with need, and yet she'd have no relief until he decided it was time.

Their safeword was always there, and he wouldn't hesitate to cut her down she was sure, but he also wouldn't fuck her senseless until she blacked out if she did that.

Her ears twitched as she heard the door slide open, near-silent, but not quite. Several sets of footsteps immediately got her attention. That wasn't something that she had expected, but, well... extra feet meant extra paws, and lips and other things to keep her busy.

They still considered themselves an exclusive couple, but certain people in their inner circle of friends put simply, had a pass when it came to playtime when it suited them. It was just another way they spiced up their bedroom life as well as expressing their care and trust in those people. She knew each intimately and shivered at the thought of who might all be with her master tonight.

Despite herself, she had started purring softly. Blinded, restrained, spread eagle, and still ever the good kitten for her master. She heard his dark, pleased chuckle, his voice and accent rich like the sweetest of chocolate.

"Good girl."

The praise was simple and yet made her heart soar in her chest like a bird taking flight. At once, she purred even louder as she felt his paw caress her side. The best pets craved even the soft physical contact of their master, and Shadi was certainly no exception to that rule. As he approached her head, she craned her neck around as much as she could, pushing back into his fingertips as much as her silk restraints would allow. He kept his claws deliberately blunt for that among other reasons, and she pressed herself into them freely without any fear of hurting herself.

"Eager little thing tonight, aren't you? Well, not to worry kitten. Your master has brought some company to help sate that ravenous libido of yours..." His voice all but thrummed as he spoke, every word dripping with wicked and impure intent.

She felt the muscles in her tail jump as a reaction to a feathery hand caressing her rump, and a low, teasing chirrup of birdsong.

"Hello again Shadi. It's been a while, hasn't it?" The hand's owner with his masculine voice spoke softly, even and measured as he ran his talons down her flank as if to size the tightly bound little lioness up for himself.

Mmmm, yes, that was certainly Horus. The bulky, golden feathered gryphon was an infrequent visitor for her, a more recent addition penned into Isiat and his friends running 'bet'.

At this stage, it was almost a matter of pride to them all, the money less a reason to participate than it was simply to show up Isiat at his own game of making her moan.

None of them had ever come close of course. Isiat knew everything that went on with Shadi, in and out of the home. She was his pet after all, and a spoiled one at that. He'd have been remiss in his duties as her master if he didn't keep a watchful eye on her. And besides... nothing quite stoked her fire like his swelling knot tying them together.

There was another set of footsteps near her head that she couldn't as easily place, however, and her large ears twitched, trying to get any hint of who her other playmate for the evening might be. Isiat chuckled, and she heard more movement, a few suggestive sounds shared between the trio in the room around her.

A large paw gripped her shoulder, and a broad, raspy tongue grazed across her exposed right breast, sending a warm flush of pleasure racing along her nerves. She parted her lips to give a soft moan, but suddenly there were lips against her own, a rough, very familiar kiss that made her blush hotly from her breasts to the tips of her ears with arousal and embarrassment. Surely he wouldn't have brought him to play with anyone else, right?

Even as the thought came, it was pushed from her mind as her lips were forced apart, that broad tongue pushed into her maw, tasting and exploring and wrestling with her own. She knew exactly who it belonged to, and tried her best not to appear too eager to be kissed by the male. Now he was right up in her face, his scent was as unmistakable as it was erotically alluring.

She failed quickly thought lust and need winning out as a very leonine maw pressed to her own, and a soft, hot little moan passed between her and her master's chosen playmate for her tonight, unbidden and loud with her desire. Oh, her husband was one kinky bastard...

Part of her panicked simply because Horus was right there in the room with them while her own brother was burying his tongue down her throat!

"Mrhmff!" She tried to say anything in protest, but a paw immediately pinched her nipple tight and twisted it, applying just a delectable amount of pain with the pleasure that she was helpless to resist. She gasped as he pressed harder against her.

"Ah-ah-ah. None of that now pet. Tonight, you are ours. Understood? Be a good little kitten and thank Troy for having the stones to even show up after his last visit." Isiat's stern, but even and in control voice reassured her immensely. Nothing ever had or would happen to her that he hadn't already vetted and given his nod to, long in advance. If her brother was here, it was because Isiat had expressly invited him. After all, he lived in Vegas. It was no small measure to fly out to England on short notice.

She calmed at once and relaxed into the warmth of the kiss, tilting her muzzle obediently into it before the lion pulled away, leaving her panting softly in her bindings. His whiskers tickled her chin as he purred appraisingly in her ear.

"Hello dear Shadi. Still as sweet as ever..."

"Hmmm... She really is well trained." Her ears swivelled as Horus muttered from beside her, and her tail attempted to give a flick at his voice, barely managing to even twitch the tip. She rocked slightly in the restraints, but could no more move than a fly trapped in a spider's webs. Isiat had spent almost a solid hour just getting her into her current position, interposed with kisses, tongue baths, and some very, very heavy petting.

"She knows her place." Her master chuckled darkly, his voice circling her as he was so oft like to do like he was admiring his handiwork and prize.

Paws gripped at her hips, pulling her back suddenly, and she heard her brother's distinctive recurring growl as he crouched between her thighs, not even hesitating or waiting for the opportunity to enjoy the feast presented before him. She let out a quiet squeak of surprise as his raspy tongue swiped over her moistened nether lips, but her muzzle was quickly seized between Horus's much larger and rougher hands, the gryphon's beak nipping warningly against her ear.

"Now now kitten, not a tooth, yes? You know how I like it..."

She nodded as much as the restraints would allow, and obediently, opened her muzzle wide, chuffing pleasurably as she was tended to by the males. Isiat's narrow muzzle closed around one of her nipples, eliciting a quiet gasp of pleasure from her. He'd always been a fan of her motherly rack, and his fingers caressed and teased her round D cup tits in a lover's embrace. A moment later, she tasted heady, earth male as Horus pressed his cock against her muzzle and thrust into her waiting mouth, cutting off her moaning to replace it with her eager swallows and huffs of breath.

His prick was like a log, thick, but with a soft, almost rubber-like texture. Or, more accurately, everything but the barbs that ringed his tip. It was smooth and tapering, much like a feline's, but with a size, one might compare to the only other 'mythic' species she had bedded, Dragons, and oh did Isiat let her play with some very different types of those.

She let the gryphon's girth spread her lips, his preseed leaking right onto her tastebuds, letting her experience the full, aphrodisiac filled effect of a male gryphon in a rut. She purred around his cockhead and started nursing on it obediently, earning a blissful groan from the male as her body warmed quickly beneath the trio of males attention.

Isiat let his paws roam her body while he suckled upon her breasts, his nimble, smooth licks stroking her flesh in all the right ways. He would start with one, letting his vulpine tongue encircle the firm nub of her nipple, and then drag its entire length across the sensitive flesh as he pulled back, gently nipping and tugging her nipple back until it popped free from his grasp with a satisfying smack. Then he'd drive right on down to her other breast and start all over again, while his fingers caressed and stroked over her motherly hips and curves, tracing along the binding ropes that held her immobile and at the three males mercy.

Of course, the fact that it was exactly what she wanted didn't matter to them. Of course, the males thought they had the upper hand, but any good dominant male knew that it was the submissive who held all the cards. Even as she moaned around Horus's cock, felt her body tense around Troy's tongue as it violated her so wantonly, and Isiat suckled on her breasts like a hungry pup at the tit, in the back of her mind, she knew it was only because she permitted her master and husband to make it so.

She was the horribly spoiled one in this situation, and the three eager males were merely worshipping her body like the feline goddess she was.

Isiat shifted beside her, and moved his hips, a warm, heavy length coming to rest against her paw, bound at the wrist. She needed no encouragement and twisted his fingers as much as the silk rope would allow her, wrapping them around his engorged maleness. She stroked him with her soft, leathery paws, letting his body's natural lubrication smoother his gentle thrusts, a quiet grunt of pleasure all the reward in the world to her ears.

"Mmm, good girl."

Her husband and master attacked her nipples once more with a vengeance while she curled her fingers around the base of his quickly forming knot.

The rougher treatment of Troy's wicked tongue between her thighs was far less subtle, and she heard and felt every wet slurp of his textured oral muscle. He ravished her, eating his sister out like a starving man presented with a banquet, or... No... Like a lion, going after its prey. She could tell his jaw was stretched wide, his teeth lightly grazing the soft peach fuzz above her clit and the bottom of her labia.

Even unable to see him, her keen ears and nerves that were dancing made out every movement. His fingers kneaded into her juicy thighs while his tongue dragged long, sweeping strokes up her spread cunt, pushing her lips apart to lather her insides and greedily sample his sibling's estrus. She knew it would be impossible for him to resist.

Having Horus here though made their... unique bond all the more nerve-racking, but if the gryphon knew or cared, he didn't show it, far more intent on thrusting himself into her gaping muzzle. His almost rubbery prick slid across her tongue, and she bathed the male's organ in much the same way as Troy used his own feline tongue against her. Stuck between the males ravishing her at both ends, and her husband taking up the middle, she was cast adrift in a sea of absolutely, lust-filled unrestrained bliss. The pleasure bombarding her overstimulated nerves was entirely out of her control, and she felt each lightning bolt of ecstasy as they overwhelmed her in a combined assault that garnered on almost too well coordinated to have been entirely unplanned.

No doubt they had argued over just who got what first... The thought of the three greedy males fighting over her did nothing to lessen her own lusts. If anything, the thought of Isiat asserting himself and telling each exactly what they would get from her only fanned the flames of her excitement. He might have been shorter than both of the other males, but she'd seen him drop Troy in a square fight like it was nothing, and bring Horus to his knees in a chokehold while he told the Gryphon exactly what luxuries he was allowed to take with her body. Plus, she'd watched him knot them both on different occasions, just to ensure they knew who was in charge.

She almost gagged as Horus's thick shaft went rigid in her maw, his keening birdsong the only warning she had as he thrust rapidly against her muzzle, pumping his creamy load of cum down her gullet with almost too much eagerness. She wasn't far behind, and nearly choked as her brother mercilessly suckled upon her clit, sending her body into raking spasms of pleasure. Wetness blossomed in her core, and her lustful sibling drank every drop she provided, a deep, bass purring filling the room.

"Good kitten..." Came her master's soft praise as he buried his muzzle between her tits, his tongue trailing along the ropes that bound her immobile. A loud, wooden scrape of furniture being rearranged interrupted her as Horus pulled back, allowing her to breathe normally once again. His cum dribbled from the corners of her lips, leaking down across her cheeks in wet ribbons she could feet drying while the males rearranged themselves.

"I need a moment, so Troy, like a good lion, is going to do his best to put a cub in you before I fill you with a clutch, and watch you swell in these ropes..." Horus whispered hungrily in her ear, his words and tone full of dark and wicked promise. The fur on her nape stood on end momentarily as a shiver of desire worked its way along her body from her ears to the tip of her tail. She tried to squirm just a bit, to give herself some soft touch to pleasure her aching, heat swollen slit with.

Oh, and she knew the Gryphon wasn't just making an idle promise. Given her body, he'd have ensured she was gravid for weeks after until she could lay for him. Isiat had let him once before as well, as a penance for her clawing him when his barbed prick had flared inside of her unexpectedly.

He'd fuck her hard and keep her on the edge of climax until she could take no more and she begged for that treatment. Only then would he ensure his bastard clutch was in her belly, heavy and swollen until she was ready to lay for him like a gryphon hen.

And the worst part of it all was that she would want it too. The mere thought made her body feel like it was on the edge of a precipice, quivering with anticipation. She was in heat as well... Isiat seemed almost too eager to let them try to sire a bastard in her. Her tongue flicked out, licking the gryphon's cum from her lips with a wet smack. Horus's beak parted, and he kissed her in that oh so very unique way that the beaked did with a muzzle, her soft moans like music to their ears.

His footsteps moved aside, and there were a few moments as the trio shifted about. She felt Troy's paws roaming up along her waist, fingers dancing across her fur covered hips as he pushed his hips up between her forcibly parted thighs. She felt his cock settle between her legs, resting along her slit and pubic mound. He was already twitching with how eager he was, leaking precum from his warm length down into her fur, leaving her belly feeling sticky while her core ached with need. He might have been older than her, but she swore he could have passed as a rowdy teenager sometimes.

She smelled her master's musk before she felt his cock upon her muzzle, and obediently, she opened her maw and suckled upon him when he allowed himself to slide between her teeth. She lapped eagerly, hungry to please her mate and lover with her body. She was a good submissive after all, and nights like this simply served as a chance to prove how much she was to her master. He seemed to delight at pressing her boundaries, but the moment she gave the world, that was it. She was always in charge. Despite being tied up and probably about to be fucked by all three of the rowdy males, she was the queen here, and not one of them would forget it either.

"Ahh, such a good kitten, aren't you? I've got something special for you though, my dear..."

She whined as her master's tapered Vulpine cock left her mouth, the sleek, smooth breeding tool leaving his rich, bittersweet taste still clinging to her tongue and lips from his few short thrusts. She heard him moving again, her ears swivelling as she tried to follow him as best as she could, her vision utterly blacked out by the tight-fitting blindfold.

His breathing was coming from beneath her now, his paws tantalizingly running down the curve of her spine to the base of her tied up tail as he shuffled beneath her. Something warm and stiff pressed up against her presented ass, teasing her tight little tail star while he smeared precum over the other opening to her body.

"Hmm... I could take you like this you know... you always say you fantasize about being double penetrated, but... I have something else in mind." She could hear the smirk on his lips as he leaned up, nipping her shoulder. With a slight shift, his cock pressed up against her moist sex, just as her brother drew back, their tips parting her body just enough to press in, her body yielding before the two males. The throbbing members sprayed the very opening of her passage, the sensation inline any other she'd had. The two males were large by themselves but both at once?!

Her master and brother seemed to sense the moment of tension that went through her, her body tightening around the single inch they had both pushed into her. Troy leaned over her suspended body, kissing at her belly and breasts while her lover leaned up from whatever bench he was laying on beneath her. His warm lips kissed along her ears soothing her, hushing her quietly with sweet nothings. She felt like she melted in her ropes, her body instantly slackening as he whispered.

"Troy might fuck you silly, but I'm going to knot you both tonight..." he hissed quietly, and sank into her, smooth and barbed cocks splitting her open like a ripe peach as they sunk smoothly into her cunt.

Oh, the stretch was absolutely delicious. Shadi groaned as the boys pushed into her moist and ready body, forcing her passage to stretch as if Isiat were shoving his whole knot as deep as possible inside of her. Nerves lit up light Christmas, and pleasure shot like a bullet from a gun up to her spine as she desperately worked her inner muscles to try and draw them deeper.

Troy hissed in pleasure as she clenched tight, but Isiat merely squeezed her shoulder with his paw, hushing softly into her ears.

"Relax kitten. You want to be a good little breeder, don't you?"

His words were like a balm to the bound lioness, and at once she relaxed again, her entire body like putty to the males' paws. He could feel them touching her, pleasing her and rubbing against her, as well as each movement deep inside. Such different cocks brought their own pleasures, Isiat's smooth and sleek vulpine prick gliding deep until his knot kissed her taut vulva, while Troy's barbs raked her passage, making her body react in a deep, primal way, the sensation only driving her further into her heat lust, priming her for breeding.

She was a good breeder after all. That was why her master fucked her as he did. That was why his master risked his claim on her womb as he did. She was a good breeder, and despite his friends best efforts, only he had ever sired a cub with her, even if they'd fucked her one after another. Never though, had she had two males in her at once like this!

The pleasure was a whole different level, and her ragged, breathless moans only increased in volume as her lover and her brother fell into rhythm with each other. As one thrust deep, the other pulled back, ensuring there was as little time as possible where she wasn't crammed full of one of their cocks.

She came hard as Troy nursed on her breasts, suckling them deep into his muzzle and rasping his textured tongue across her entire areola and nipple in deft, warm and wet swipes, while Isiat stubbornly tried to fit his knot into her over-stuffed honeypot, feeling the sharp points of his teeth seizing the back of her neck. Each time the fat bulb stuck she felt her body give more and cried out in bliss.

She went into spasms and saw stars behind the blindfold, exquisite trembles running across her body as she was split between the two huffing and growling males. Their snarls were absolutely primal, a loud, snapping fight for dominance as they split her cunt between them.

"Still reckon I.. Nghhh... can't breed her old man?" Her brother rumbled, his barbs beginning to flare as his tip pressed against his sister's womb. Shadi whimpered in bliss, as arousal and a mix of the males pressed dripped down her thick thighs. She felt both of the males' hips slapping against her ripe little body, tight, furred sacs promising a warm mess inside her belly soon...

And then Horus would have his turn with her.

"Not for lack of trying, Troy. You just love her when she's swollen and round." Isiat countered, and Shadi let out a cry as his knot slammed against her, quickly inflating and grinding its fleshy mass against her heat inflamed folds. She needed it! Needed them to claim her!

"Ahh, and her tits are nice and milky..." Troy added, giving a firm bite and pull against the tit his muzzle had in its grip.

"Please!" She begged, squirming and rocking with their nearly frantic pace as they drove her from one peak to another, growls, hisses and snarls filling the room as the two males rutted her tightly bound body. The inability to do anything about her treatment was torture! She was at the males' mercy until they decided they were done or she used their safeword, and like hell that was happening!

"Please what, sis?"

"Please what, pet?"

They asked at the same time, the wet slapping of their cocks impaling her filled body echoing around the room. She couldn't take it anymore! The need burning in her womb screamed out for relief, and the two just needed her go-ahead to give her a nice creamy treat in her core.

"Breed me! Ahhh!" Shadi cried out as she came. Hard. Her body went into shuddering spasms, twitching and clenching while her two rival suitors fucked her deep, both of them burying their lengths until the two opposing tips were rammed against her womb, and with a series of muted hisses, curses and groans of utter bliss, their pent up lust filled her.

Troy's barbs flared inside of her with agonizing bliss as Isiat's knot swelled just outside her sex, sealing against her outer lips with the pressure of a fist pushing against her snatch. She clenched her muscles tight around them both. with a series of lustful throbs, ribbons of cum splashed against her innermost wall as her body and their kinky little competition drove them past the point of any return.

She felt each jet of cum keenly, like a soothing wash that scratched the deepest, most instinctual itch she knew. They bred her alright, throb after throb, pulse after pulse utterly hosing her cervix down with the two males virile seed, a million competing sperm racing to impregnate the cat whose overly tight cunt they occupied completely.

She felt full, oh so deliciously full, a deep, instinctual purr of contentment rumbling from her chest, her brother still nipping and lapping at her sensitive nipples while he pumped the last dregs in his balls into her, and Shadi knew intimately just how much each of the males in the room could produce.

They pulled out of her as one, a sudden emptiness gripping her as her silky, cum filled passage was vacated, the pairs combined climax leaking from her as her body tried to clench around nothing.

She panted hard, trying to catch her breath as the males shuffled about around her once again. She could only guess what they were up to now, the aching feline's tail tip twitching with her rapid heartbeat. She could hear Horus's heavy footsteps approaching her spread legs, and trembled in anticipation. He'd always been rough, but... unpredictable as well. And now, her husband had left her tied up and at the ovi-gryphon's leisure.

His deep chuckle rolled through the room like two rocks grating together.

"Out of the way Troy, unless you want me to give you this clutch..."

She heard footsteps getting out of the bulky Gryphon's way in a hurry. She could scent him, even bound as she was. Smell the lust and desire of him, the raw maleness of all three that filled the room. But Horus was fresh, unspent still, and ready to breed.

His meaty talons grabbed her already thighs as she felt the gryphon's log of meat sliding up and down her cunt lips. Like one of her sex toys, but firmer, warmer, and full of virile life. She knew Horus wouldn't stop until he'd made her take every inch of it too.

"So, how many do you think she can take this time, hmm Izzy?" Horus asked. She could hear amused vulpine noises from the edge of the room, and a shuffle of feet. There was a quiet pop as a bottle of lube was opened, followed by a brief moment of thoughtful silence, before the soft 'click' of the cap being placed back on sounded, and it was tossed to Horus. Shadi shivered in anticipation.

"How... Many what?" Troy asked, a feline hiss sounding along with a wet slap. No doubt Isiat was making good on his promise to knot her and Troy both, and her brother was indulging his own submissive side while her husband forced his cock into him.

"The clutch I'm about to give her, of course." Horus answered simply. Shadi felt a tremble of anticipation race along her body, her womb clenching as fire danced across her nerves.

"Let's say... two for starters and two more for each time you make her cum... That should be challenging enough for her restraint while giving her enough freedom to cream herself on you at least once... Twice, if she can stand it." Isiat rumbled deviously. Shadi squeaked as the cool lubricant dripped right across her budding and needy clit like dropping ice in a fire, and a pair of thick fingers pushed her open, smearing the liquid through her tight, warm body along with the mess her mate and sibling had left.

"Think you can manage, kitten? I'd hate to break my favourite hen, but I love hearing you beg..." Horus laughed. Shadi just bit her tongue and nodded, doing her best to ready herself for the railing that was coming, even as the big bird's barbed cockhead dragged up and down her sex. His fingers popped out of her messily, wiping the mess across the silk ropes and her thigh.

She huffed in anticipation, trying to control her breathing as she felt each barb plucking against her swollen lips, peeling them back like little thorns of bliss before he aligned himself and thrust into her with a wet, messy squelch. Her moan was muffled by her tightly shut muzzle, but no doubt he felt her reaction to his penetration. Her body clenched around him like a vice, and once again her womb was aflame like she hadn't just had two males extinguish that fire in her core.

The wet, messy fucking sounds filled the room as Horus shifted back and forth, gyrating his spear inside of her as he braced his footing. His hips pounded against her with determination, each thrust rocking her secure bindings like she was merely in a swing, swaying her like a leaf before a hurricane. He bottomed out quickly, his broad, barbed head reaching her cervix without difficulty with inches to spare, stretching her out like Isiat when he knot-fucked her into the bed.

She couldn't have hoped to hold out against the brutish gryphon's assault long. Her body thrummed like a struck harp, lightning dancing between the chords of her moans. She saw fireworks behind the blindfold, her entire body going rigid as she cried out to the ceiling in a silent scream of ecstasy. She gasped and writhed as much as her bindings would let her as she leaked kitty all over the avian shaft impaling her. A naughty, almost excited sort of panic was settling in the back of her mind, already feeling the pressure building up before her first climax was completely over.

Last time Horus had been given unrestrained permission with her, he'd left a clutch of five ovi-gryphon eggs in her gravid belly afterwards, and teased her tits and clit and ass while he'd watched her squat down and lay them a week later. Hell, he'd almost begged isiat to let him clutch her again right afterwards. And now here she was, already knowing she was going to end the night heavy with at least four already! It was intensely arousing in the way that only a slight bit of hesitancy could produce, pushing her limits in naughty ways.

The gryphon keened sharply, the avian scratch of bliss almost hurting her large, sensitive ears. Each wet smack, each core deep throb, and each time he hilted her tight little kitty box made her world spin drunkenly, an alarming sense of vertigo overwhelming her. In an instant, she felt him shifting closer and heard a rip from near her legs. She felt his sharp talon as it dragged along her leg dangerously before her legs dropped suddenly as he savaged her bindings, pulling her hips flush to his own.

She cried out again in bliss as she was hilted, his almost rubbery cock filling every inch of her body's available space for breeding while she lost any will to hold back, too busy climaxing on his tree trunk of a cock. Her now freed legs instinctively found his hips, wrapping around the strong male's midriff as glove-like talons clutched her waist like he was sweeping up his prey. Being ravaged by the gryphon, it was closer to the truth than she wanted to admit! Six now! Six!

He was all but hilted in her now, the fuzz of his sheath tickling her sex lips and clit with each sharp rock of his hips into her, while his barbed head rasped back and forth over her cervix like a battering ram, slamming her body and demanding access to her innermost. His precum soaked into her womb along with the other two males, but unlike theirs, his was special.

The unique properties of his preseed served like an aphrodisiac and muscle relaxant in one, making her highs of pleasure higher, and her body all the more willing and eager and ready to receive the gift he was about to force into her womb. She could feel his insistent shoving against her wombs gate more and more with each agonizingly pleasurable second that passed, and grit her teeth, whimpering for what was to come... If she could just hold out a few moments longer-

"Say it Shadi... Say the words I want to hear." His voice teased as he leaned over her chest, taking one of her ears between the wickedly sharp halves of his beak.

"Ask me for it... Beg for it..." He rumbled. Each gentle thrust was torturous now, her body betraying her with pent up need and desire. She wanted to be dominated. She wanted to submit. She wanted to be a good girl-

"Ahh... Please.... Breed." She whispered in a faint voice, the words leaving her along with her last hope of holding off what the bound and blindfolded lioness knew already was now inevitable.

He thrust hard against her one last time with a shrill cry of release, his rubbery textured, tapered tip forcing the clenched muscle of her cervix open, before he rammed himself home entirely, his barbs flaring outwards to lock him within her belly. Shadi trembled like a leaf, holding her breath as climax nearly overwhelmed her again, the male's thick breeder throbbing hard within her passage like a pipe about to burst. Just a few seconds and-

A single taloned finger brushed across her swollen, budding clit with the faintest, yet sharpest twinge of pleasure she had felt. It sealed her fate for the night. There was not a chance of her holding back, and with that last climax came the knowledge that when he was done, she was going to be more swollen than he'd left her before. What will she had left collapsed as her dam burst. She whined and moaned and squirmed atop of his shaft as his cum raced down his cock like a hose, pumping a prodigious amount of the hot, off white goo into her waiting womb, preparing her, soaking into her body to make her more pliable, receptive. More breedable for his kind.

"Here it comes kitten... Ready for your clutch?" The avian fucking her grunted, and she could just imagine the grimace of sheer ecstasy on his golden beak. His hips rocked against her gently even as the warmth filling her began to taper off, but all it signalled was the start of something else. She nodded and gave an eager, sultry and desperate mewl.

She whined softly in bliss as the first lump reached her outer lips, stymied momentarily by her still rhythmically clenching cunt. A sharp buck of his hips forced the lump like a tennis ball into her body, and she gasped as the heavy weight of the egg pressed steadily inwards, pushed along by her own bodies motions and the ovi-gryphon's unique anatomy. She could feel each sinfully indulgent inch it travelled and the silk ropes around her belly go taut against her fur as its path made what would no doubt be a bulge everyone present could see and watch as it pressed inwards. He was clutching her, and even as the bulge pressed against her dilated cervix, she could feel the second against the opening of her heat swollen passage.

"Mmmm, there's a good hen..." He huffed as the first of his clutch popped into her womb, stretching it and settling heavily before making room for the next. And the next. And the next. She shuddered and purred and mewled, arousal dripping loudly in the now quiet room aside from the sound of panting and pleasured groans from the males and herself as she was filled utterly.

Each egg rested in her belly, safe and secure, stretching her out from within until she felt like she had carrying Isiat's last cub. She doubted anything would come of any of them- Isiat's seed itself took care of that for her with its own unique properties to beat out his rival breeders, but that wouldn't change the tight stretch she felt, or her need to lay them soon...

"Alright, Horus... Ten and no more. You know the rules, otherwise I'm bending you over next." Isiat growled from her side, and Shadi gasped as she felt the gryphon's barbs retract, pulling himself from her body with a messy squelch as her body quickly closed back in on itself, the last splash of thicker gryphon cum coating the opening to seal her up to gestate his gift to the submissive and breedable little lioness.

Her legs were lowered to the ground, and a moment later, the blindfold was peeled back from her eyes as she dropped to her knees, arms still raised and tied by the silk to the loops in the ceiling of Isiat's office.

She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the dim candlelight in the room. Horus was standing over her, wiping his cock off on a towel, the tall golden gryphon giving her a sly wink from his narrow, predatory eyes.

"You look better this way if you ask me... A good breeder should be gravid." He nodded his approval at her well-fucked state.

She blushed hotly, rolling her neck. Trying to move, she found most of the bindings were still quite secure. Isiat looked over at her from his place against the chaise, the black, white and red, many-tailed fox grinning over the prone form of her brother, an exhausted-looking dusty furred lion dripping vulpine cum from beneath his flicking tail while his pink, barbed prick throbbed weakly against a pillow. Looking down, she could see and feel the visible bump to her belly, distended like she were halfway through a pregnancy.

"Hmm. I concur... But the night is still young, and Shadi still hasn't said the magic word." There was a hint of pride in his voice. He was her master after all. Her obedience was a direct reflection of his training.

"I vote drinks, and then carry her to the bedroom. Let's see just how good a girl she really is..."