Stable breeding

Velar'en was not in a good mood, he hadn't been in several days as a matter of fact and not even the news that his best friend Faer was coming, nor the news that his most recent attempts to expand his influence on the fringes of the empire where he could speed up the assimilation of the human and beastmen towns, nor the news that his daughter and son had received close to top marks at the Elven Academy of Fine Arts for the semester, nothing could make his mood much better. In fact, it was exactly because of Faer that he was in that state. Normally the elf would be elated to have him around, they were the only two high elves, besides his wife, for a hundred miles and even a long life bordering on eternal youth was hardly soothing for his lack of friends and people he could talk with on an equal level. Faer was a gust of fresh air on a hot day nearly every time, except when he came to brag about something because, as gentle, affable, well-mannered, and clever Faer was, he was insufferable when he had the chance to one-up nearly everyone. Had he not been on the high-council with Velar'en as well the King would have had him beheaded the moment he gloated after winning a bet against the Queen that had earned him a couple hundred acres of bountiful land near the capital.

"Come on dear, maybe it's not gonna be too bad this time." Dan'en, his wife, had tried her best to help him get out of that mood ever since the letter warning him of Faer's arrival was delivered. That had happened nearly a week ago. The high elf groaned, losing his well-curated air of nobility, his eyes rolling back as he slumped in the chair padded with phoenix feathers. She smiled. "Get up, if someone sees you're gonna be the butt of jokes around the high council for the next hundred years."

"I know." He huffed, slumping the other way until his head banged on the mahogany desk, making the ink spill onto the curated wood. Dan'en hurried with a cloth to wipe it as her husband of five hundred years moped like a human teen after being told not to eat chocolates. "But he's such an insufferable bastards at times."

"Oh hush Vel... you've known him since you were what, fifty years old? Your friendship is older than our marriage, you've survived him for longer than I have nagged you about proper placement of forks at dinner." She rolled her eyes as well, almost losing her own composure.

"Yeah but you're so beautiful and sexy and perfect I can stand some nagging, he's... just annoying when he does that." Velar'en sighed and stood straight, flicking a hand to make a mirror levitate in front of his face to fix his hair, his wife helping him comb them to perfection over a couple minutes until he only had to adjust his shirt to reappear as noble and mighty as he was when he entered the luxurious office.

"So what's he coming for? Has he won a bet or gotten a new deal with the merchants south of Halina?"

"Worse." He began to slip on the chair again. "Gryphons." Velar'en watched his wife groan harder than he had done before, her shoulders losing all tension as she leaned on the desk to find some strength.

"Lords of High have mercy." Dan'en sighed. "It's gonna be bad."

"Yeah..." Velar'en scratched his neck and stiffened as the door to his office opened, shielding his wife from the human servant that entered. "Forgetting to knock again Lemann?" He frowned and the human bowed in apology, giving Dan'en just enough time to fix herself. "What's this about?"

"Faer has arrived and has brought..." Lemann hesitated. "More gryphons than last time." Both elves groaned inside so hard their stomachs hurt. "He's taking them to the pens."

"Make sure that they don't get close to my stallions or mares, last time I had to see my prized Gella get mounted by his most recent pet and she's still afraid of them." Velar'en shooed the servant away and turned to hold his wife's hand. "It's just gonna be a couple hours like usual, no big deal." He hoped so at least.

The two took a couple deep breaths and exited the office, moving through the immense manor he had built with his fortune over decades, halls of rich mahogany, paintings made by the hands of all races peppering the walls, expensive art and carpets imported from overseas. Velar'en was more than just rich, and even without his position in the elven High Council he'd have still lived quite the good life thanks to excellent business decisions and a work policy that made people flock to his newest workshops and mines like bees to a freshly blooming field of flowers. He was satisfied with his life and he had taken a step back from most work and adventures, settling in for his hobbies as he raised stallions and mares worthy of kings and cultivated herbs and flowers sold to high mages across the continent.

As he briskly made his way to the stables nearly half a mile away from the main building of his mansion, Velar'en could see the curated grass and paths leading to his destination somewhat ruined by a thick gashes and marks of what he had learned to recognise as the talons and claws of Faer's beasts. Well before they had reached the stables, the two could hear the noises of their men rushing to keep the stallions at bay and the whinnies and screeches of mares and the gryphons. Velar'en's stomach groaned and shrunk but his face remained still once he walked past the gate and saw the chaos: fifteen humans and a couple bulky lizardmen pushed the horses into their pens as they tried to get away from the far more imposing and majestic hybrids standing above the tallest of the stallions. Velar'en hated how, even though he had made sure each of his horses had the best of lives and the best care, even a somewhat scruffy gryphon appeared so much more imposing and perfect: each was at least six feet tall at the shoulder, their backs twitching with muscles as broad feathers caught the sunlight as it shone over them, claws and polished beaks almost glistening, eyes full of cleverness. Next to them the shiny fur of his mares and the lean muscles of his stallions felt... awfully plain and boring. The fact that Velar'en had to admit it was almost as annoying as having Faer bringing them there.

"Vel! There you are!" Faer was hardly like his best friend or any other elf in the High Council for that matter: free spirited, messy and most of all bold. No one had thought of breeding gryphons like he had done, no one had thought of attempting to travel through the Bren Strait to avoid paying taxes to the lizardfolk that guarded the most used routes of the far east and most of all none dared to even attempt to mix purple and green on his clothes like he did. And yet he now had one of the most profitable routes, his style had brought a new fad across a couple kingdoms and he owned the single most successful, and only, gryphon pen in the continent. "How are you?" The tall and muscular elf hugged his far less stacked counterpart, the ivory and cream of Velar'en clashing hard against Faer's bold choice to use yellows and reds at random.

"Tired I guess." The day had made him so tense he wanted to sleep for a week.

"Ah, then feast your eyes over my beauties!" He turned around and smiled so brightly some of the stablehands had to shield their eyes from his radiance, or just to look any other way to avoid their master asking for help. Most rushed to help the last few horses inside. "Aren't they just great? Just hit the right age to be trained for letting a rider on. Next year we're going to start working on flight with a passenger. In fifty years or so I expect to have a small contingent of either armed flying soldiers or a small quick task force of messengers." Faer chuckled and smiled in glee while Velar'en sighed inside.

They were pretty and majestic, that much was sure, but so close to them the elf could smell them too: horses, goats, hell even most beasts smelled strongly, wild ones especially but even after a century, Faer's gryphons still had that feral, wild reek that just wouldn't go away. It was the smell of the forest, of sweat, a deep musk to attract females or males from dozens of miles away, of dirt and sex, untamed. And most of all it was damn strong, being downwind hardly helped as the scent would stick to nearly everything like glue, sticky, dense and absurdly hard to remove for days. Faer took deep breaths with a satisfied expression while Dan'en was putting her hand in front of her nose to ward off the feral musk, failing in the attempt. Velar'en however, had taken a couple of sniffs by accident and memories of his youth rushed back at him, memories of camps out in the wild, of baths in rivers, of unwashed adventurers he had shared far too small tents with, of the occasional romp beneath the moon after a day spent walking. It was the smell of adventure and of his past. Albeit strong and damn near suffocating for his now tamed nose, it ticked something behind his brain that made him look at those beasts in a different way.

"They are indeed... pretty."

"Ha! Pretty great you mean! Come on, you know they are magnificent beasts..." Faer pushed his friend forward, making him stumble until he finished face first into the fluff on the chest of the biggest gryphon of the flock. Velar'en gasped and his lungs took in that scent, that wild scent, hands sinking into a fur so plush that his phoenix feather chair barely held a candle against it. "Soft, ain't it? I have a team of people using some exclusive lotions to keep it fluffy." Velar'en emerged from the mound of fur, hot as if he had run a mile on the spot. "They shed a lot in summer so I use it to fill my chairs and the hatchlings' fur makes for excellent pillow stuffing."

"I see..." The smaller high elf sighed and tried to get that bestial scent out of his nose to no avail. A quick look at his wife and she was already groaning at the idea of having to send that shirt for some heavy cleaning. "Certainly luscious fur."

"Ah, damn you're no fun Vel..." Faer chuckled and ruffled the gryphon's feathers, earning a pleasured screech.

"Oh Lords of High..." Dan'en gasped, making her husband turn his head and look where she was staring, his own eyes going wide as he laid his gaze upon the backside of the beast, leg hiked up as Faer scratched his neck, lightly kicking and in doing that making the absurdly fat and oversized erection bobbing beneath the beast's belly. "Ah, sorry about that." The muscular elf chuckled, giving the gryphon a good pat on his side, the beast screeching and trotting around him, parading almost. As majestic as he might have been, not one eye wasn't locked onto the gryphon's junk: it looked big even for a beast of his size, all of three feet of hard bobbing equine flesh, a flare the size of a dinner plate swaying left and right freely. "Rut's about to arrive and I plan to attract some more wild gryphons with these guys' musk. Damn pheromones can stink up the place so hard even I get annoyed." Faer laughed, reaching under the male's belly to pat at the foot wide spheres jostling behind the fat sheath and the fatter cock it housed. "With junk like this I'm sure to get some good hens." The elf pulled his hands, slick with sweat. He grabbed a cloth and wiped his hands, likely staining the thing forever with the beast's nut musk. "All of these males are among my best breeders." A quick look revealed to the shocked couple that not a single one of these animals wasn't hard or leaking, sheaths swollen, immense cocks slapping against their bellies to leave slick prints of their shafts upon the smooth fur. Now that they knew, the smell hit them and made them flush: it smelled of sex, wild, desperate sex, making the rut of his stallions smell almost pleasant. Hell, a sports team's locker might smell fresh in comparison. Dan'en gasped and fanned herself to get rid of the heat in her body, looking everywhere but at the forest of cocks before her as Faer inspected every last sheath and swollen nutsack of his flock. "Can't find better breeders than them." Surrounded by feral musk Faer looked almost too proud and out of place. "But it's best I go before your mares give up on stallions forever."

"Huh?" Velar'en was shaken out of his musk induced stupor, quietly adjusting his clothes and his pants as the stench made him remember of a particular adventurer he had travelled with, a wolf with equally strong musk, one that he had become very familiar with under a thatch roof nearly six hundred years ago as the two were stuck for days in a snowstorm. Before then he hadn't ever thought that males could make him so hot and it hadn't happened since.

"Ah yes, I never told you right? Such a fool..." The elf slapped his head. "I had to give up on my own stallions long ago, gryphons went in rut once and made the place smell so much that mares couldn't get the scent of their nares. I took them miles away to get them to give me some foals the year after and they straight up ignored the best studs I had but damn if they didn't spread their legs fast for a hint of gryphon cock." Faer sighed. "At least I got some hippogryphs out of that breeding season..." Velar'en groaned. That last part was old news actually, he had never mentioned where he had gotten them before. Velar'en looked at his mares and stallions, worried that his pride was going to be ruined but Faer slapped his back, leaving a wet print and the smell of gryphon rump on his friend. "Alright, time to go. Gryphons aren't gonna catch themselves..."

And just like that he was gone, the stench of those beasts and marks on the grass only remnants of his passage. Velar'en thanked the High Lords but his dissatisfaction wasn't gone, every breath carrying both that musk into his lungs and the deep desire to one up his friend, at least once. That same day as his wife scrubbed his back with the best soaps and the deodorant Faer had given him, he sent the order to his best stable hands and a small group of guards to go and get him his own gryphons. The humans had been fairly certain that would happen, they just didn't expect that the order would be to get one with bigger nuts and bigger sheath than the ones Faer had brought to stink up his stables.

That night, as everyone was asleep, a figure rushed to the stables under the cover of the clouds and the moonless sky, panting hard but not hard enough to be heard. They reached the stables and barged in, startling a couple of horses that calmed down upon seeing the lady of the manor, uncaring of her dishevelled hair and heavy breathing as she searched in the pile of rags used to wipe the horses for a specific rag. As she found it, she pressed her nose against it, the stench of gryphons forcing its way inside her lungs. She arched her back against the stables, horses going back to sleep as she reached for her slick muff, the regal high elf huffing and snorting as hard as she could until she came, squirting over the hay used to pad the floor over and over until she was satisfied, shambling back to her bed as the heavy musk of Faer's beasts made her dream of things no proper lady should even think of. The lizardfolk guard that she passed by did not miss her nightly escape nor the scent as he smirked.

It took nearly two weeks for the people Velar'en had sent to give him any news of the gryphons he had ordered them to catch and even then it wasn't the best of news: the nests were too high to reach without endangering their lives as the climb atop the mountain would take equipment they didn't have and even then, the prints were old enough to suggest that it was an abandoned nest. Velar'en was optimistic, urging his men to keep going: the nest was at least a sign that gryphons were in the area and made sure they carried around a flag made of the rags that Faer had left behind, hoping to attract or trick possible hens or studs with the scent of their own kind. Without live specimens he had to resort to that tactic. After another week more news arrived, better ones: the team was on the heel of a small flock headed north. It'd take them close to the canyons and the lairs of a good few species of rather aggressive beasts but they had the means to combat those.

From his home Velar'en eagerly awaited the messenger ravens, each one as important for his honour as damaging for his mental sanity. The further the team went, the fewer messages he received for even ravens needed time to cross such huge distances. And then, at last, a month after the team had left, one last raven arrived, carrying a letter and a drawing. He tossed everything aside and read the letter, growing more excited as the team leader told him that they had caught a big one, male, strong, fierce enough to destroy a cart with ease. He was depicted in the drawing so that he'd not have to wait for another month before seeing his prize. Velar'en debated whether to peek and know how it looked but decided not to spoil his joy, a month in the life of an elf was little to nothing. The raven reached the expedition with orders to return, they'd get a female next time, using the male as bait.

That month was one of the slowest of Velar'en's life as he waited and waited, each day a torture with the letter and the drawing waiting for him on his desk, begging to be opened. But the high elf hadn't reached his position by giving in and locked the two pieces of paper away to soothe his mind, handing the key to his wife who gladly kept it hidden. Day after day after day passed until the head stable hand Ella, a thirty year old wolf he had hired nearly two decades before after she had been abandoned, barged into his office as he was busy painting a piece to hang on his walls. The brush drew a big ugly streak upon the composition, defacing the forest he had slowly built over a week in a single second. The wolf female was panting, telling him she had ran, which was good since he had told her to be quick to tell him if anything happened, but it also meant she might have scratched his hardwood flooring as she tried to reach him. On top of the ruined painting, that might have been enough to anger him.

"My lord, they're back." For a second the elf was, in fact, a little angry but then he smiled, dropping his brush in a pot of water and rushing out, forgetting to close the tubes of paint and almost tripping on the easel like an overeager kid at his birthday.

Velar'en ran, wind flowing beneath his feet as if he had been blessed by the Lords of the Wind themselves, dashing through corridors. His servants moved aside to make space for him, nearly every last one of them heading for the stables as well, all curious about the gryphon the master had put so much effort into capturing and also eager to waste a day of work by using the beast as excuse.

"Where is it?" He pretended not to have ran all the way from his office while entering the stables, his clothes mostly fine as his flushed cheeks betrayed the effort needed to get there as fast as he had done. The stable hands that had been part of the team puffed their chests, tattered clothes and scraped skin telling of quite a few hurdles and accidents they had gone through. "Is he hurt?"

"Hurt? My lord the beast floored Wren in a second! He's in better shape than us put together..." The human looked at his master. "He's been fed well and treated well, no harm done to him." Velar'en patted the man's back, handing him the fattest pouch of coins he had ever seen. "Master?"

"Your reward for your work. Split it among yourselves and then take a few weeks of rest, you've earned it." The rest of the team gulped, eyeing the heavy pouch. Even split amongst them, it was months of pay upfront, maybe more but the prospect of a vacation was almost as enticing. Almost. "So where is my gryphon?"

"Ah yes, yes." The shiny gold distracted the human just enough to forget about his fatigue. Instantly he looked as if he had not walked hundreds of miles or crossed rivers, but merely walked behind his garden, eagerly leading the high elf to the back of the stables where. The doors were opened with trepidation, every heart beating hard: Velar'en in eagerness, the others in fear that the master would be disappointed.

But when the doors were finally open and light hit the beast within the stable, jaws dropped: it was truly massive, nearly twice as big as the gryphons Faer had brought, claws akin to daggers, a beak shining in the sunlight, a luscious, fluffy coat waving in the light breeze, eyes so deep they almost looked proud, haunches bursting with tightly packed muscle. The gryphon spread his wings, rays passing through the long feathers as he preened himself with careful movements. Velar'en smiled, satisfied. He closed in with caution, making sure that he'd not startle the beast or cause it to be frightened. The thick chain it was bound by was indeed strong but he didn't want to risk the gryphon hurting himself or someone else. Such a beautiful thing was truly a masterpiece, second only to a dragon he had seen when he had seen the first time he had met the royal family. That had been a fluke he hadn't managed to recreate in hundreds of years, but the gryphon before him... he was his now.

The beast noticed the new arrival and stopped preening himself, wings closing on his flanks, a look of distrust in those feral eyes warned Velar'en that he'd best not try anything funny. The creature was clearly either angry or scared, most likely the former considering he had been tricked, chained and caged for nearly a month. And judging from the thick smell in the air, the beast was already going in rut: it was a deep, deep smell, it clogged his lungs as if it was paste, rolling on his tongue even when he breathed through his mouth, salty... potent to a level the elf hadn't thought possible. The stable was already dominated by the creature, his size taking up most of the space, his being claiming every gaze as his musk took hold of the wood, the hay and the air itself as if he owned the entire place. The high elf smiled, already knowing how to kill two birds with one stone.

"What about my... other request?" He looked at the stable hands that were already busy counting his coins, giggling like idiots as they hastily divided more gold than they had seen in their entire lives all at once. They woke up from the gold stupor once he coughed, rushing to tend to their master with their heads aimed at the ground so to avoid his gaze.

"It was... an oddly easy request to fulfil my lord, or so they told me..." The stable head scratched her furry neck, ordering the others to get moving and bring a mare over. After the cough everyone was once again on high alert and within a minute the door leading to the other building of the stable opened, letting a somewhat confused mare in.

Velar'en once again tensed up, worried for both himself and the mare, worried she'd get spooked and hurt herself or the young human taking her close to the looming beast. However, things seemed to proceed almost too well: the gryphon looked at the diminutive horse with curiosity, standing up, the chain rattling as he did so and closed in. The mare jerked back for a split second but as the titanic hybrid closed in on her, she relaxed, her eyes glossy, her nares flaring wide as the air turned stuffy. The high elf felt flushed, hot, more bothered by that beast's feral stench with every breath he took and yet he couldn't stop breathing, both out of biological need and out of different kind of need. It was almost as if that thick musk, albeit wild, heavy, the reek of a feral beast, was also a perfume that enticed anyone to breathe it. Velar'en realized that if he, a sentient being able to control his desires, was having trouble not feeling flushed as the stench of the gryphon tickled some instinct at the back of his mind, then a mere mare wouldn't even be able to stand her ground. She stood there, frozen, breathing and doing little more, unfazed as the gryphon's flank brushed against her, his head going lower until he was staring right at her backside.

Neither the gryphon nor the mare felt bothered as the little female was taken to a breeding rack that was beside where the chain rattling at his neck was anchored, neither twitched or whinnied while she was strapped in and kept in place by thick straps as per usual. For the mare it was a familiar thing, she had been bred by stallions more than once, and the musk in the air made her so much more easy to handle as she seemed on the verge of an orgasm right then and there, but for the gryphon it was rather new. He still followed her haunches, sniffing and prodding, giving the straps and the wooden poles a nudge out of curiosity until she was in place, legs spread wide and dripping on the floor, her teardrop aimed right at where Velar'en was.

The beast huffed, a strong breath that felt like a bellows sucking air in a furnace, the brown fur of his chest rising as air flooded his lungs. With a low screech, the gryphon pushed, his beak parting her teardrop as he took another whiff. Velar' en gulped, his throat dry as the desert from the heat washing off the beast and his own body warming up, adrenaline rushing through his veins. The mare whinnied, her pussy twitching around a beak thick as the shafts she normally took while in season, her haunches trembling in an artificial heat. She was leaking so much the stable hands thought she had wet herself for a moment.

Seconds passed as the gryphon licked his potential mate, his tongue scraping her folds as fluids oozed around his beak, dripping onto his majestic neck fur and staining it. The more he licked the more the air turned dense and heavy. It took a single look to know what was causing that: the scent and taste of the mare was clearly of his liking as the gryphon's sheath was swelling and bloating, fluids oozing out of it even before he had grown remotely hard. A puddle had already formed beneath him, growing bigger by the second as steady stream of precum spilled forth, a lewd waterfall shining as light passed through it. The sheath bobbed and swayed, a fat, burgeoning tube of flesh easily thicker than Velar'en's own leg, slowly growing even fatter as the first few inches of feral cock began to poke out of it. Each stable hand was familiar with the shape of a horse's shaft, most had handled one when a stallion had trouble hilting a mare, all had seen them at least once, a couple might have touched one or two in secret, but none of them had ever seen something of that size. The wolfess licked her chops with a weird glint in her eyes as she ogled the massive shaft before her eyes, her nose taking in every drop of that potent musk. Velar'en had always seen her to that around horses, that almost hungry look as she stared at his stallions. He had always chalked it up to her being a wolf, an ancient predator, that her blood called to her more strongly than with most of her kind for some reason. But the look she had now was positively starving, as if she'd jump any second. Maybe she was just wary of the beast. He hoped so.

The gryphons Faer paraded as top breeders looked puny, tiny, human-sized even, compared to the slab of cock beginning to show itself as the wild beast made the mare orgasm from his licks and his scent alone. It just kept coming, more and more and more cock spilling forth from a sheath wide as a human's head, inches piling up till they became feet and still the beast wasn't hard. The air turned truly heavy then, a mind-clogging, burning stench of unbridled virility that made even the humans frown and fan themselves, pants growing tighter all over the place. It took a good couple minutes for that slab of cock to stiffen slightly, the flare thumping against the brown underbelly like a sack of rice falling onto the floor, heavy, loud and lewd, a fat print of the beast's cock left on his fur. The tip alone was broader than Velar'en's face and it was bound to grow bigger as it swelled inside the mare, his medial ring fat, his entire shaft just as fat and massive. Velar'en gulped as he watched the bestial shaft rise from two feet soft to four and a half steel-hard feet of immense virility, visibly steaming in the light. He looked around to see if anyone was going to notice if he adjusted his pants, no one even took their eyes off that monster. The mare sniffed it, it was hard not to, her head moving towards it until she bumped her snout against it. He screeched as his shaft twitched, a single spurt coating her entire head with slimy pre, dripping from her fur to join the puddle that now had overtaken nearly every inch of floor.

It was only when she began lapping at his flare, her tongue brushing over the massive lump oozing pre that the gryphon screeched and finally decided it was time. He looked around for a second and then jumped, using the rails that kept the mare in place as holds for his claws. The wood creaked under a weight that was far greater than what wood was supposed to support and yet it held. His cock slapped against his belly as he thrust, sandwiching it between brown fur and the pristine coat of the mare, pre spilling until the coat was nearly ruined, his musk so potent she was likely already claimed. If any stallion got near they'd be scared of his shadow looming over her. But as long as Velar'en got what he wanted, the mare could be given to the gryphon without problems. The beast huffed and pulled back, his cock leaving a wet streak of pre and sheath fluids until his flare bumped against the mare's muff, her folds kissed by a cock as long as her leg, thick as her thigh. She whinnied but pushed back, her heat too great. The gryphon screeched again and pushed, pushed, his flare mashed against her teardrop, spreading it wider and wider. However, he was too big: the gryphon kept sliding off, no matter how hard he pushed or how loudly the mare pushed back, neither managing to get that fat cockhead into a small opening. Even as a few stable hands, led by the wolfess, rushed to hold the slab of gryphon flesh steady the situation did not fare any better.

And then the gryphon huffed, his balls swelling and swaying as his shaft thickened, his flare widening till it became as wide as a small shield. The mare whinnied as her belly began to swell, a rain of white gushing from her backside as the gryphon's sack twitched. Velar'en stared in a mix of awe, shock and pure raw envy as he watched the beast not just cum buckets, but to cum enough to make his mare look pregnant within a few dozen seconds and still most of it spilled out of her since he wasn't even inside her. A minute later the beast's shaft twitched and slapped the mare's back, still spurting, hosing more of her backside as her muff leaked what looked like gallons of gooey seed, her legs trembling. The air was so dense that moving through it felt like swimming in water, sticky, salty water that reeked of sweat and sex all the way to the heavens. The wolfess rushed to check if the mare was alright after taking the gryphon, but the beast decided to back down in that exact moment, his rump crashing into her face an instant before she could react. The wall of the pen was close and the beast had enough momentum to push the wolf against it, pinning her between an ass wider than her entire body. People gasped as she was almost crushed, but the beast had stopped just in time, merely sandwiching her. Some went to help and lead him back to the mare and as they did so they watched the stable head's muzzle slip from the gryphon's backside, slick with sweat, her fur sticking to her skin as her nose let his tailhole gaping for a second. A couple of people laughed as the dazed and confused wolfess blinked, her mind reeling back while she processed the fact that she had intimately kissed a feral gryphon's rump to the point of having her muzzle swallowed by his tailhole.

"That was... impressive." Velar'en adjusted his clothes, watching as most of the men around him rushed to fix their pants, making him glad he had done so before. The stable head was still dazed, sweat dripping from her muzzle as she blinked and sniffed the air to try and smell anything but gryphon ass. The beast seemed to calm down, preening himself as his cock refused to soften any more, hanging heavily out of its sheath, sending more white seed onto the soaked hay as he paraded around his mare, presenting the sweaty shaft to her. "Do you think we have his trust now?" The high elf coughed, tapping the wolfess on the shoulder to wake her up from her trance. She jumped and her ears pressed on her skull, tail tucked between her legs in shame, her eyes glossy much like the mare's own. A quick sniff up close made Velar'en frown, the reek of feral body onto her was strong but as he took another he felt it wasn't quite so... bad. Another sniff and it felt almost nice, heavy, soothing. Why did it feel that way?

"Hard to say: some stallions don't usually let themselves be bribed so easily." Ella wiped the sweat with her forearm, blushing under her fur as she essentially managed to smear it even more thoroughly on what little of her front hadn't been already tainted. A couple chuckles echoed in the pen as the mare whinnied, shivering as another orgasm wracked her body, more cum spilling out of her abused-yet-unused muff.

"Let's see then. Better strike the iron while it's hot." Velar'en smiled, closing in on the beast as he got his slick cock licked by the musk-drunk make, her mouth filled with the oozing flesh in seconds as the hybrid kept her in place and began to push his flare deeper. The high elf halted at the sight of a beast forcing another to suck his shaft but paid no further mind, merely glancing as the mare began to suckle upon a log of cock like a foal to her mother's teat. "Good..." He put a hand on the brown flank, caressing the beast who looked around and huffed, nuzzling the stretched out hand of the elf. "I say it's a success."

"It would appear so, my lord." The wolfess smiled.

"He definitely put Faer's so called breeders to shame." Velar'en puffed his chest as he scratched the neck of his gryphon, examining up close for the first time as steam rose from his body. He felt the muscle contract underneath the fur, the heavy thumps of his limbs as the towering hybrid moved and gently led the mare to his groin, her nares buried in his sheath in a lewd display of the tube of flesh's stretchiness. A few stable hands whistled. The high elf smiled, letting the beast use the mare as he wished while he walked behind him.

The elf was immediately confronted with a part of the gryphon's anatomy he had not examined before, his nose assaulted by a musk that put the air he had been breathing closer to a spring breeze than the suffocating locker room it had become over the minutes of attempted breeding. The gryphon's nuts hung heavy between his legs, their fur slick with sweat and perspiration, wet even, each twitch of their surface visible now that he was barely a foot away. His head was at the perfect height to stare at the twin orbs as they swayed left and right with each motion, hanging low both because of their weight but also their size. Each fat nut was more than a foot wide, almost as big as Velar'en's head, filling every nook and cranny of space they had available and then some. Utterly immense and so virile that Velar'en could taste them in his mouth: salty, potent... It was the smell of a wild beast, that much the elf had known, but so close he could taste the wild, the sheer potency that is needed by a feral being out in the forest to attract a mate. The whiff he had taken from Ella was nothing compared to the lungful he was forced to breathe now: this was the real deal, undiluted, raw feral musk. And he was liking it too much not to make his mind wander to the one and only other occasion he had felt that way.

Velar'en missed the fact that he had grown truly hard inside his pants, an ache he hadn't felt ever since he had first met that wolf adventurer centuries ago. The wolf he had shared a shelter back when he had been in that storm had been much the same, hell bent on being in touch with his ancestors, leaving behind most of his clothes and possessions, keeping only the bare minimum to fit into society and little more. His mind, while civilized and learned, was just as wild as his body and Velar'en had lost himself in that fur, so dense and rich, his musk so strong that he had huffed the male's balls for an entire afternoon while his back was pained with streaks of cum as the male pleasured himself at the sight. The wolf had made him discover a side of himself he had since locked up, the chains of his restraint trembling as he breathed and felt his mouth grow so dry that the leaking pre looked oh so delicious.

The high elf was in a state of disarray inside, his mind burning with memories, almost dashing to recreate the feeling of the nights spent with the wolf, his hands twitching in an instinctual eagerness to take the fat orbs in his palm and hold them. Outside he was just as composed as always, a feat that managed to hold his image by a thread that was growing thinner by the moment as the elf breathed in the air around the gryphon's sweaty sack. He could see them twitch and churn fresh loads, unbridled virility making him so potent that the elf could hear the orbs work. He gulped and reached for them, taking a single nut in his palm. His arms strained to lift it as it was too heavy, the shape barely deforming around his fingers as it was too dense. Velar'en almost whined but kept his composure by sheer luck. Had anyone not been so dizzy as the oxygen inside the pen was tainted by the beast, he'd have been found out to be breathing far too hard and staring with far too much intensity at the orb he was cradling with both hands.

"He's gonna be a good breeder." He nodded, his insides begging him to bury his face in the cleft of those nuts. Others nodded too out of reflex, bodies stiff as any movement might rub the right way and make someone cum on the spot. Velar'en let the nut slip from his hands, watching as it bounced and settled next to the other and then looked at his hands: his palms were slick with sweat, a thick layer of liquid musk refusing to drip from his pale fingers. His mind screamed to press his hands against his nose as he spread his fingers and watched lewd bridges form between each digit. "Make sure he's fed and clean." The high elf snapped, on the verge of giving up and submitting to his thoughts.

He rushed out of the pen, out of the stables then into his mansion and into his bedroom where his wife always sat to read her books. She looked at him in confusion as he sent every servant out of the way and closed windows and locked the door, giggling when he grabbed her clothes and ripped them apart layer by layer, revealing her body in all of her beauty. The air quickly turned musky as his body radiated the scent of the gryphon, making her grow wet almost instantly, her nose picking up that familiar, bestial stench that she had secretly enjoyed so often. Had he discovered her secret or had the stud gotten him so randy he had barged into their bedroom reeking of feral gryphon, handling her like a human during the first night of marriage? Whatever the answer was, he smelled of gryphon and she liked it because his gaze was that of a beast, and so was his scent. He kissed her, fumbling with his pants as his cock remained steel hard and slid inside his wife. She huffed, licking his fingers, her tongue lit on fire as she tasted the sweat lingering on his hands, her pussy spasming as she did so, letting her husband's nine inch shaft inside of her with ease. Velar'en didn't make love to her, he didn't have the will, no, he bred her on their bed as she sucked on his fingers, the fingers he had rubbed all over his beast's balls. He kissed her, tasting sweat on her tongue, his cock twitching madly while he rubbed her breasts, her soft mounds bouncing with every desperate thrust. The air reeked of that beast as the two huffed and panted in unison, Velar'en riled up by his future mount, his wife enamoured with his roughness and the lewd taste of gryphon on his hands. He didn't want to be attracted by that beast, he refused to believe he had gotten hard by his scent, his size and the way he simply existed, that was why he had rushed to his wife, to make love to a woman, to remind himself he couldn't step so low as to kiss a beast's swollen balls, he wanted to feel a pussy around his cock. And yet he came harder than he had done in a century when his wife grabbed his head and buried in her cleavage, a cleavage he had thoroughly smeared with the sweat on his hands. She screamed as he filled her womb with spunk, his heart saddened that he hadn't even cum a hundredth of what the gryphon had so easily spilled, his head buried in his wife's breasts as the scent of that beast surrounded him on all sides.

That night everyone was oddly energetic, partly because of the success of the expedition and its reward, most of the men gone into town with a carriage to spend their earnings, partly because after seeing what the gryphon had done, well, hardly anyone could be blamed if they wanted to get some action too. The brothels in town were assaulted by a fair few deeply aroused individuals, the scent of the gryphon still strong on them, the rooms in the servants' quarters were busy with moans and grunts, even the lords of the mansion were busy, their bedroom a chaos of torn sheets, cum splatters and sweat. All were accounted for in some room, all but one. Ella had asked to get some time alone to get her bearings back after being shamefully pinned by gryph ass against a wall and she had been granted a day off to relax and wash the stink out of her fur. And yet she was back at the stables, not having taken a shower, still in the same clothes, still glossy-eyed. She licked her lips as she simply walked inside the pen, not caring about being seen since she knew that everyone was busy romping somewhere else. The blast of musk hit her like a boulder once more, her body shaking as she freely, without shame, huffed the stench of the beast.

She opened her eyes and saw that he was looking at her, his eyes focused on her as the mare was sprawled on the floor, bigger than before, her muff as well as her tailhole leaking more spunk, fresh spunk. Ella whined when she saw that the gryphon was still hard, gently stroking himself with a talon, the floor slick with fresh coats of precum. She stepped forward and almost came as his pre slipped between her toes, fresh, warm... The wolfess loved being the head stable hand, a job she had taken pride and then found more secret pleasures. The stallions didn't just trust her because she was kind and gentle, but because she snuck inside often, locking the doors behind her and visited each of the males one after the other, sliding beneath their bellies and tended to them every way she could. For a predator species, she was far too in awe of the horses and their gifts to not love their taste and their smell as she opened her mouth and spread her ass for them. Ella's throat was so dry and the gryphon looked like he could use another milking. The wolfess sashayed her way to him, her hips swaying hypnotically.

The gryphon licked his beak and spread his legs, making Ella whine. He was clever enough to smell her arousal and know what it meant, maybe he had smelled her on other horses too, she had been in the stables enjoying the company of the stallions as per usual the night before, but that didn't matter at all. She stopped in front of him as the gryphon craned his neck, pressing his nares against her crotch and pushed, huffing deeply. As he pushed, a fat sheath appeared between her legs, the baggy cloth hiding it no more as the beast lifted her furry sack with his beak. She pulled her pants down, revealing her aching hard shaft, thirteen fat inches of knotted lupine meat, her secret from all her coworkers and her masters, a secret the mares had learned to appreciate and savour over the years, most often after she had tended to the stallions. He sniffed and chirped, his tongue lapping at her sack, broad and nimble but didn't spend too much time like that. Instead, he pushed her on her knees, closer to his cock as it throbbed free, his talons kneading her ass, a claw teasing the puffy, well used ring that had seen many, many shafts, all inferior to the one her hands were now holding.

Ella dove down with hunger, her mouth opening wide, the flare mashing against her lips in a flurry of precum, sweat, oils and sheath fluids, her eyes watering at the insanely strong taste, buds set aflame by wild cockflesh. She came as she swallowed her first load of the night, mere pre, but she knew she wasn't worth it of his true orgasm, she couldn't handle it, at least not with lots of practice over months. She made out with his flare, kissing it, huffing it, licking it and shoving her tongue inside the finger-thick cum pipe that had already hosed her entire front, tits dripping with his precum. She felt better than when she stood beneath her horses to nuzzle and worship their cocks, cumming within a few seconds of holding what was now her favourite cock in the world. It was big, fat, heavy, it throbbed in her hands and it reeked of the telltale musk of a breeder. The gryphon chirped, egging her on as his tongue dove inside her tailhole, tasting her puffy flesh and the oils that kept it slick, tasting ever load and cock that hole had taken. Her pussy was ignored but she had already figured out that her didn't enjoy it as much as he enjoyed a puffy tailhole. In that sense the two of them were very much alike. But it still made her muff clench and grow beyond wet as that godly tongue reached deep. So deep she could feet it in her stomach, or maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her. Despite that, she could see the bulge his tongue made in her gut, squirming and slithering until she was lifted off the ground by his neck alone and the force of his rimming.

Ella yelped as her new master pushed a talon inside her, then two and then three, spreading her oh so wide as she worshipped his flare. Her own tonguing was desperate, needy, hungry. She held her hands around the flare, the soft flesh throbbing between her fingers as she kissed and dove deeper, her snout pressed so tightly against it that she froze as that cum pipe simply yielded around her nose and swallowed it. It was just a couple inches but she was inside him, her tongue reaching deeper than before as her nose was assaulted violently by the smell of pre and her mouth flooded by the next shot as she gasped. Her eyes rolled back as she came hard, her thirteen incher spraying spunk harder than she had done in years, the pleasure of being swallowed by her master better than any mare in heat or sloppy tailholes she could bury her knot in. The wolfess came as her master stroked her cock with a talon, the pleasure making her almost lose consciousness while her stomach grew bloated with his idle output of pre. And then she felt him truly begin to use his talons on her ass, curling them, playing with her rim as he spread it wider.

She was being prepared, trained by a beast and she couldn't think a better thing to do, laying her body for the gryphon to use. And then a thought flashed in her mind as she pitied the stud for not being able to blow his load properly: if a mare couldn't take him, maybe a stallion could. Minutes later the doors to the rest of the stables were opened and a very randy young stud was led in front of the gryphon, his own shaft hard and slapping lewdly against his grey belly fur. The gryphon chirped and Ella came as she watched her master begin to tongue the horse's puffy donut before being led herself to the gryphon's own and smothered in more ass than she could handle, pinned between the ground and the same donut she had kissed earlier that day, only now she didn't have to hold back anymore. And as the night passed, she found herself going through things she had never felt before. Only when morning rolled around did she leave, her world reeking of ass and fat gryphon cock, her fur stuck at odd angles since she had been used, came on herself and used as cumrag for hours and hours.

Even Velar'en woke up sore, tired and smelling of sex, rushing to a shower before his wife had the chance to wake up herself, his body aching but pleasantly satisfied under the hot water of his bath. He laid there for a long while, joined by Dan'en later, the two spending some cuddle time in the massive bath until the bell for breakfast called them downstairs. They exchanged some giggles and dirty looks as they ate, knowing full well that some of the staff might have heard them screw each other's brains hard but unaware that, the moment the masters had closed off the door, the entire estate plunged in a roiling sea of sex. The elves failed to notice that seeing that their noses were full of the smell of their own wild day and night, they couldn't pick up the others'. And so as the breakfast passed quickly, everyone was sure that everyone else knew what they had done despite not a single one having a clue.

"So, how's my gryphon?" Velar'en asked to the head butler, an elf himself though of lower status. The relatively young man fixed his suit before answering.

"As far as I am aware all is good sir, the gryphon has been staying in his pen the entire night, no sounds reported by the Ella or other stable hands." Although the butler knew that the reason was that all of them were either drunk or in town working off their excitement. He hoped the master wouldn't go there first thing in the morning and give him enough time to fix whatever might have happened.

"Good, I'd like to go there and see him then." Velar'en took a bite of bread and missed the split second the butler became as pale as a white sheet.

"Don't you think that you should also give him a name? The poor thing can't be called 'the gryphon' for the rest of his life." Dan'en chuckled, taking a handkerchief that she had impregnated with the gryphons' musk when Faer had come. Normally they kept their scent for months, the stench of those beasts so strong she could sniff them long enough to make it last a year, but as she huffed it secretly, the usual rush didn't arrive. It wasn't as if it wasn't there: the cloth smelled of gryphon balls and sheath like always, but she didn't feel a rush, nor a slight increase in heat within her. She took another whiff and frowned. "It's only fair." The realization that, after smelling her husband's new pet on him, that smell oh so potent and virile, the scents of Faer's animals paled was a bit of a shock. Then she thought she didn't need to wait for Faer's animals ever again, that she wouldn't have to smell cloth that slowly lost their scent now that she had a source right beside her, a stronger, more potent, more sweaty and more bestial source to make her nights perfect.

"True." Velar'en sighed. "I think I'll call him Galar." He nodded to his own decision: Galar was an ancient beast of legend, a creature that had once been the aide of one of the first lords of the elven council, though no one remembered what the beast's race was. He felt it was oddly fitting.

"Excellent choice." Dan'en nodded as well, rushing to cover her crotch as her orgasm began dripping down the chair, her legs soaked in her secret lust for all that was feral, bestial and wrong. She looked at her husband, she remembered she loved him oh so much and that he made her happy, then she thought herself kneeling before Galar's fat balls and bury her nose against them. The high elf lady came a little once more, ashamed that her lust for gryphons and horses and animals had at some point eclipsed the love she felt for the man she had married five hundred years ago. "I'll let you get to Galar then, I have... some minor ideas I'd like to get working on today."

"Sure thing dear." He kissed her and for a split second he tasted the gryphon's slick sweat onto her lips. Dan'en froze, afraid she had been found out but Velar'en simply blushed and turned around.

Velar'en quietly made his way to the stables, his head swimming in a sea of pride, happiness and lust, going back to the wild night of lovemaking he had just spent locked away, the joy of reliving the early days of their marriage, when they were still young and both just starting to know each other. And yet every time he imagined his wife the scene morphed into him once again standing before Galar's balls, breathing in his scent. He tried to think of the hands of Dan'en over his cock but the next moment they turned into talons teasing the underside of his shaft, he thought of her feet as he licked them after spilling his load over her toes but they morphed once more into the same talons, wrapped around his face as the gryphon loomed over him and made him lick them clean with an air of authority. Over and over every thought he had of his wife was corrupted into the image of his gryphon and somehow they felt oh so arousing. By the time he was back at the stables he was hard as steel, his eight incher begging to be freed from his pants.

"So..." He stopped before the doors where the stable hands were loitering, half-heartedly doing their chores. "Where is Ella?" The wolfess was nowhere to be seen and that was a little concerning, especially given that the entirety of the staff looked like they had drank their night away.

"Here sir..."

"Ah, I was staring to get worried..." Velar'en smiled towards the direction he heard her come from only to frown and then widen his eyes and scrunch his nose: the proud wolfess looked as if she had gone through a storm, a storm that smelled of sex to high heaven: her fur was stuck at odd angles, stiff as the scent of cum wafted off her in thick waves, her eyes a little glazed as if she had just come out of her bedroom, her gait shambling in the same manner of someone that had gotten fucked all night long with nary a break. "I... apologize for being late." She smiled awkwardly as she stood there, being watched by everyone.

"Damn you smell like ass, Ella!" Someone far away commented crassly, but no one stopped to make him regret his words. Some smelled the air and chuckled, agreeing silently or increasingly vocally. A few commented in the same way or with varying levels of crude, rude jokes about wolves, dogs and their ancestor's so-called passion for sniffing asses. She simply stood there, blushing, tacitly admitting her apparent guilt to having been under several other wolves in town and passed as ass sniffing rag. She'd have been angry or ashamed, but she knew that they couldn't even fathom what it had taken to bring her to such a state and that made it all the more hot to her. Her cock twitched inside her pants, her sheath in a far worse shape than her fur and her tailhole twitching, begging to be filled as the last trickles of cum oozed out in a steady, lewd trickle. She couldn't wait for the night already, sure that the stallions she had fuck her daily and the mares she bred would miss the feeling of her knotted cock in their pussies but she had found a better way to use her body.

"Is... is Gelar alright?" Velar'en coughed to bring the humans and Ella back on track. "I have chosen Gelar as the gryphon's name."

"Ah, a good name sir." She nodded, finding it fitting herself. "He has spent the night well, I haven't heard... anything weird." She blushed deeply but her fur was dark enough to mask her inner thoughts and most were already imagining her smothered by wolves to the point she had indeed not heard anything. Velar'en smiled, adjusting his pants as his nose tried to figure out why she smelled like he did before the bath. "Shall I take you in, sir?"

"Sure, I've come to say hello before starting my day." He finished fighting with his insistent erection and went on to fix his collar and shirt while the doors were opened.

His body tensed up in anticipation, mind gearing up just in time as the blast of musk and smell of a feral beast hit his nose like a boulder rolling down a mountain. His erection felt so painful, his skin hot and his breath ragged as if he had ran for miles or had had sex for days on end. He stepped inside the curtain of gryphon musk, the air so thick he could cut it, sticky, heavy, dense... arousing beyond the most expensive of aphrodisiacs from the deep south. Galar was there of course, he hadn't gone anywhere even without the chains at his neck, however the stallion beneath him had not been there the day before. Velar'en froze in shock and confusion: the doors were closed and so was the entrance to the rest of the stables, and yet one of his prized studs was with the gryphon, on the ground, resting on his own belly as literal rivers of cum flowed from his backside. The high elf felt his blood rush to his face like a kid seeing his parents have sex for the first time as he looked at the champion horse whinny and shiver, his tail glued to his rump as the thick rim of his tailhole gaped oh so lewdly. It didn't take a genius to know what had caused that chaotic scene since the victim was busy slobbering all over it: the stallion was nose deep in Galar's sheath, his entire head almost completely swallowed by that fuzzy, stretchy pouch, his muzzle visible underneath the thick layer of fur and skin as the gryphon held him steady and humped back and forthThe stallion huffed deeply into the Gryphon's stretchy sheath before planting his hoofs into the ground and pushing towards Galar as more of the sheath slid over the stallion's muzzle. At the same time, a bugle in the stallion's chest would be seen, sliding deeper. Galar's Gryphon sheath continued to spread its way over the desperate stallion's head, creeping over his cheek bones followed by his eyes, ears flicking back and forth towards the group as the sheath then covered them up.

Galar rumbled happily at having a stallion stretching his sheath as with a triumphant screech and a bulging stallion's throat, cum started leaking and then gushing from the happy stallion's pucker. At the same time, a slapping sound was heard as the trapped stallion was cock slapping his belly, flare swelling as he blew his own load.

Everyone in the stable had very uncomfortable pants or soaking pants at the witnessed breeding of the stallion Velar'en gulped, mouth dry as the desert as he stared at the swollen champion stallion, reduced to a cum spigot. He watched his stud shiver and spill his seed all over the floor, adding to the lords knew how many layers of wasted seed, tens of gallons of purebred spunk thrown away as if it was a donkey's accidental misfire. The seed that sired a dozen racehorses was now spurted onto cum-soaked hay, thick loads shot from a trembling cock and a painfully swollen flare that had no mare to spread. He watched as the stallion kept on cumming, his tailhole yawning wide, fresh gushes of cum injected straight into his stomachs spilling out from the other end like a lewd, perverted fountain. He watched as Galar pulled out, knot slipping out followed by a medial ring thick as a dinner plate and a flare wide as a shield. He watched with confusion, lust, envy, rage and shame as the gryphon kept on cumming and painting his stud in cum oh so thick he'd never get it off. And yet he couldn't feel anger even as he realized that one of his favourite beasts had been claimed, taken and ruined, that he'd not sire any foals. If anything, as he watched Galar's towering cock soften and slip back in its sheath, Velar'en felt even more envy. Why, he couldn't tell, but when he stared at that cock, when he smelled it from afar, when he looked at the chaos it had caused, when he glanced at the still impossibly fat and big balls still churning loudly, he felt that there was nothing wrong. The high elf smiled wryly, confused and aroused beyond belief as the gryphon trotted to him and let himself be pet and caressed with casual ease, as if the stud didn't stand up and began licking his own tailhole with a dazed expression, wobbling under the weight of the gryphon's loads. Velar' en sighed and turned around, shooting a glance at Galar and the ruined stallion, at the ruined stable... rushing out just before he blew his load at the sight.

He took nearly half an hour just to calm down and catch his breath, his pants down just in case the soft silk and tightness made him cum in shame. The cold air felt like a million hands on his skin but he endured and returned to his duties as if nothing had ever happened. Still, his mind was clouded by thoughts of a very inappropriate nature and even his duties failed to take it off the sight in the stables. And yet as he worked and signed contracts, he just couldn't get his minds off that beast and the effect he had, to the wolf he had spent such a passionate night with and just how hard it had been to part. Maybe he'd have led a different life if they had stayed together, a life made of endless hordes of horny wolves, of hard cocks, loads spent inside his ass, generations of pack leaders and runts using him to relieve their loins. He had enjoyed being at the bottom of that knot so much he had always wondered how it'd feel to be always ready to be taken again and again.

Velar'en bit his lip and decided it had been enough work for the day, going out for a stroll, but before he headed to the library to pick up a book to read under one of the ancient trees of his mansion. As he chose a good book, he found a soaked handkerchief laying on one of the reading tables. He grabbed it and felt it heavy in his palms, soaked. He gave it a whiff and his entire body tensed up, the smell of a certain gryphon rushing inside his lungs, the shock and surprise of finding it too sudden to be prepared for it. The high elf shivered and blew his load on the spot, bending over on that table as his shaft fired shot after shot. His brain felt as if on fire as it was clogged with the smell of precum, sweat, immensely virile musk. He licked the soaked fabric and came again, the taste of Galar's hindquarters, of his fur, his potent musk frying his taste buds as his scent fried his brain. Shivering, moaning and cumming, Velar'en failed to notice his wife looking at him through the gaps in the shelves and the books, her breath ragged and heavy, her pants gone as she crammed a hand inside her pussy at the sight of her husband cumming after smelling and licking her secret treasure. She smiled, cumming herself as fluids gushed onto the floor and a fair few books, ruining them in her guilty pleasure, the debauched act so immensely wrong and so immensely right at the same time. Dan'en knew that he'd want more, she knew that from experience. She retreated, leaving behind a puddle of honey and her discarded underwear as she returned to her own duties without anything to cover her nethers, a fat dildo hidden beneath the padded skirt keeping her flush and needy, a dildo shaped like a horse's cock, though she imagined it to be a gryphon's ever since she had laid eyes upon her first one. The high elf lady had been far too bored for far too long, her life monotonous save for the occasional guilty trip to stables and farms to enjoy her secret desires. Now she had the chance to turn her life around and finally enjoy herself freely, centuries of pent up desires had already pushed her to tempt her husband, the cloth a test to see if he'd be receptive to the wonders of bestial lust. He had passed it with flying colours. She came again as she walked, her pussy spasming around the dildo as she thought that the stables would undoubtedly be busy that night.

Velar'en spent the rest of the day by taking an extended break, the scented handkerchief always within reach, his pants more and more soaked with his loads as the hours passed by, huff after huff, orgasm after orgasm as if time mattered only in the sense that each second brought him close to another jet of cum into his pants. His cock didn't even ache after so many loads, nor his balls had run dry, as if that horrid, feral, bestial musk was an aphrodisiac more potent than anything else. Had his pleasure the day before been because of his beast's smell? Had he really cum harder than he had done in a hundred years merely because as he pounded into his wife she reeked of the balls of a feral gryphon? Was he really that deviant? As Velar'en came into the cloth, using it to wipe his soaked shaft and huffed it again, smelling nothing but Galar' scent, his own drowned into a sea of raw musk, he knew he was. Or rather, he remembered he had always been, ever since he met that wolf. His wife had made him forget about just how much better a male's ass smelled, how much more satisfying was to lick their balls and see them twitch and unload their content all over the place, he remembered the pleasure of having a cock in his hands that wasn't his own, one thicker and bigger and worthy of worship.

Night descended far too quickly and not fast enough at the same time. The high elf gave some orders around, made sure that regular tasks were taken care of and then moved around his stable hands so that none would be around for the night. Even Ella was included in the last minute change, made to go far away and care for other animals on his property with the excuse to let Galar alone after being caged for the entire trip, to let him acclimate by himself just in case. This way, as he sneaked towards the stables, he was sure to be alone, him, his horses and the gryphon.

As he entered through a secondary door, avoiding the moonlight and possible eyes with his heart racing fast, the lord of the manor passed by his horses, all whinnying at his passage. The air inside was ripe with the stench of his gryphon, a thick, dense paste of musk that made thinking rather bothersome. The elf could see all the stallions were hard, cocks slapping against bellies in a lewd chorus of need, balls swollen till they filled the space inside their legs, hay soaked with spent loads and precum. The mares were not faring any better, resorting to rub their inflamed pussies onto the smooth walls of their pens, a few shoving them against the saddle holders, a couple sharing the same pen licking each other's teardrops in desperation.

And then there was Galar, watching him from the other end of the stables, the door to his pen open as if the locks hadn't even been there. Did someone open them or had he opened them himself? Was he that smart? As he was stared down by those two eyes pierce into his soul, Velar'en had to watch his gryphon's cock slide in and out of another stallion, not the one he had seen beneath him that morning, another one, another prized stud. No, he didn't have to, he wanted to. The elf couldn't take his eyes off the casual act of breeding, Galar pumping his immense cock in and out of the stallion, the male beneath whinnying loudly, his cock twitching and flaring as dribbles of cum leaked out to join the small puddle already spilled around him. Velar'en gulped, his cock stiffening as the belly sloshing beneath the stud gurgled and began to swell. Galar still thrust his hips back and forth, his balls slapping oh so loudly in the still air of the stable, the lewd impact making the poor stallion whinny over and over. There was something mesmerizing about it, about watching a towering beast empty his balls into another male that way, and act so simple and yet so powerful and dominant. The elf could see a titanic knot waiting to be buried deep into the horse's donut, ramming against it time and time again but not pushed hard enough to actually go in, rivers of cum spilling out of that stretched tailhole as consequence.

Galar chirped, puffing his chest as his body tensed up and the horse swelled faster, his gut massive enough to fill all the space between him and the gryphon just before the beast pulled back and began cumming freely all over the place, covering the stallion in layer upon layer of steamy, dense spunk. And Velar'en kept watching, his cock twitching one last time before he himself came by smell and sight alone, hypnotized by the throbbing slab of gryphon cock hosing his stables, making them reek of his cum, marking his prized stud, ruining him. Galar stared at the elf and then turned around and just kept on cumming, his orgasm splattering against walls, columns, massive globs hitting mares and other stallions in their pens oh so casually as he made his way back to his private section. The high elf gulped, beginning to remove his pants as his shaft ached far too much to be caged anymore, his sizeable eight inches looking puny, tiny, useless compared to the three feet of raw gryphon flesh that his beast sported. The horse collapsed, not that he had any ground left, simply resting on the immense cum belly as it deflated, a waterfall of cum spilling from his donut, desperate to empty from the absurd load it had been crammed with mere seconds before. Velar'en followed the cum trail, although he didn't need to because Galar was right there, waiting for him, standing with his hindlegs spread wide.

The beast seemed to smirk as he saw the half-naked elf and turned around, letting him see the still hard, still throbbing, still leaking pillar of cockflesh. Velar'en gulped, unsure of what to do, but his body moved on its own, step after step until he was facing the gryphon, burying his face into the soft fuzz and took a deep, deep breath. It was like being struck by lightning, such an intense, liberating feeling, cock pressed against the hard muscle, face surrounded by soft fur, drowning in that potent, male scent. But even that wasn't enough, not nearly enough, not now that he could take more at will. He knelt and immediately the gryphon advanced, as if he knew what his thoughts were, letting the high elf meet face to flare with his cock. Velar'en gulped, his throat parched, desert settling on his tongue as he watched cum bubble from the thick cum vein, the flare swelling and contracting with each beat of that strong heart. For a split second he pondered whether he should hesitate and reach with his hands first, to feel that cock throb in his hands, to feel the slick skin under his own, to caress it and slowly milk it to another orgasm. But his body demanded pleasure and he couldn't afford to hesitate, not when every nerve was single-mindedly aiming for that slab of cock before him.

Velar'en, high elf of the council, nearly seven centuries old, owner of the second most famous racehorse stables, business savy man, desperately threw himself onto a feral gryphon's cum stained cock as if his life depended on it. His hands reached for it but only to keep it steady, sliding over the slick flesh, feeling its hotness and firmness beneath that wet layer of spent cum, stopping only at the immensely thick medial ring. His mouth opened and his lips connected with the fat flare, nose mashed against it, the stench of cum, sex and horse mixing on it along with the reek of male gryphon with such perfection he felt all the perfumes he owned were like water from a stagnant pond. He huffed, sniffed and rubbed his face against that flare, letting the scent seep deep into his lungs, the slick oils and leftover cum soaking into his skin, his hair and his very soul as spunk oozed and splattered against his chest, turning the expensive fabric into little more than a rag to wipe tables with. He kissed the flare, he licked it, he squeezed and worshipped it as it kept on spurting that thick sludge of cum onto him, shot after shot after shot, gallons and gallons until his entire body was coated in it. Velar'en opened his mouth once more and sealed his lips around the cum pipe, instantly rewarded by a heavy, hefty shot of gryphon batter, his stomach bloated with that single shot already, his body warming up as it sloshed. Then another shot and a third followed, each as dense and massive as the ones before, his throat singing in pleasure as a thirst he had carried for centuries was finally sated. His stomach swelled as he nursed from the gryphon's cock, swallowing each lewd pump of cum as if ambrosia, his own shaft twitching in orgasm after orgasm.

His head was locked by a strong talon, kept in place as he kissed, sniffed and drank gallons of cum until his stomach couldn't take any more and jets of spunk escaped from his nose, his mouth full, his entire being in heaven as cum sloshed within him, absurd amounts of breeding batter and yet Galar had not even softened, looked any less hard nor his balls had shrunk a single inch. He gulped, swallowing the last mouthful of sludge before crawling forward, pushed by that same talon until he bumped into the same titanic churning orbs that had sent him into a frenzy the day before. Again he didn't hesitate for a single second, diving for their slick surface, his hands finding no purchase this time, sending him into the root between sheath and nuts, the world gone into a dark heaven that smelled of cum and churned oh so lewdly. He could hear cum brewing deep within those tanks, he could feel it slosh inside, he could taste it through the taut skin, its weight nigh incalculable. Despite having filled a horse to complete and utter immobility, each orb was close to three feet wide, absurdly massive for anything but Galar himself, their size nothing if not appropriate for the regal beast. Velar'en hugged them, his cock smearing what little cum he could spill and rivers of Galar's own cum onto the underside of the twin cum factories. Even as he felt a thick talon prod at his exposed ass, spreading his pucker oh so wide with a single digit. The noble elf moaned into the soft fuzz of the gryphon's churning balls, legs spreading on their own as his ass was fingered, a second talon inserted inside. He felt his insides churned up, the beast pulling back to collected fat wads of cum to lube him with, over and over until the discomfort vanished and pleasure remained.

He bucked his ass higher like a bitch in heat, begging to be spread wider, to feel more of the beast's talons prod his depths and tease him, his prostate on fire as he came once again, shame gone completely as he twitched and squeezed the talon inside him. Memories came flooding back, hours spent beneath that wolf with something hard stuck in his ass, cum sloshing inside him, the taste of cock and ass heavy on his tongue.

"Is someone there?" Ella stepped inside, curiously and cautiously peeking around the corner to make sure no one would see her naked and hard before she had the chance to run away. Her master was nowhere to be seen, the horses left mostly alone even though she had left the doors open so that she could enjoy cleaning that feral cock herself until morning came.

The sight of the gryphon's pen through the crack she looked through sent her into a deeper, far more wild state of lust: the lord of the mansion was on his knees, face buried in a valley of sweaty gryphon balls, his pants gone as her master fingered the elf's slutty ass and he pushed back, moaning and begging for more while his mouth was busy locking and showing the devotion those orbs deserved. Her cock ached and she stepped into the light. Her master chirped happily, eyeing her as she quietly made her way towards them, her employer far too busy hugging and snorting the stench wafting off the beast's sack to notice a wolf coming closer and closer. She licked her chops as her master played with the elf's ass, pumping a couple of his talons in and out, slowly inserting a third before pulling out. Velar'en had the gall to beg the beast to put them back in as that pucker winked and yawned. She stared in lust until that feeling mutated into reverence and gratitude as her master grabbed her ass and pushed her forward, making her kneel mere inches away from the elf's pucker. She licked her lips and placed her paws on his hips, causing the elf to yelp in shock for a split second. Ella bent forward, her nose touching the tight, unused pucker, huffing his scent: it reeked of soap. Maybe her master refused to use it cause it was not ready yet. Yes that was it.

Galar shut the protesting and panicking elf up almost instantly, pulling him away from the root of his sheath and letting him get his hands onto that magnificent cock once more. Velar'en groaned, his nose once more smushed against the thick flare, his thoughts redirected from the tongue suddenly dragged against his ass towards the juicier slab of flesh. A slab that was currently softening bit by bit. The elf yelped in desperation, his efforts tripling as he licked, nuzzled and stroked the immense shaft with all his energies to get it to harden and throb oh so pleasantly against his face. However, try as he might, Galar was softening and he was getting closer and closer to the sheath that housed that cock. Before he realized, he was kissing and rubbing his hand on Galar's sheath, slick fur under his palms, just a couple inches of cock peeking outside. And then the gryphon gently pushed him forwards, his face rubbing against the dormant flare, slipping more and more until his world turned dark once again as the gryphon's sheath swallowed him, head sinking deeper between cock and fuzzy flesh, encased in a prison of slick fluids and raw musk that he couldn't nor wanted escape from.

She murred, her tongue sliding inside her employer's pucker, sampling his virgin taste as she stroked her cock, her own ass licked and teased by her master, the beak spreading her own far wider and making her nearly cum on the spot. She lapped and licked, her tongue going deeper into the elf, his muffled moans and squirming only fuelling her lust as she began to finger him herself, finger after finger until her entire fist was pumping in and out of his ass with such ease she couldn't believe he had never done this before. He squeezed and kneaded her fist with desperation, her arm sliding all the way to her elbow before she pulled back and crammed it back in, a bulge appearing on the elf's gut over and over until she pulled out completely and replaced her arm with hard, leaking wolf cock. Velar'en had been prepped and lubed with more than enough gryphon cum to take her all the way up to her knot, the fat bulb slamming against his pucker marked with a pleasured yelp from both of them. She murred and began picking the pace up, holding onto his hips as her bigger balls slammed against his, her knot hammering at his backside over and over again, her own much fatter and puffier donut almost better for her as her master's thick tongue slid in and out, his beak sinking into her depths whenever she pulled back before ramming in once more.

Velar'en moaned, taken so wildly by a stranger, ashamed he had been caught so easily and then forced to be taken like that, with his head stuck into a gryphon's musky sheath, but as his pleasure mounted, as he licked the fat cock pressing against his cheek, as he snorted the musk and found the hidden knot ready to burst, an immense gut-breaking triple lump that put wolves to shame. He wanted it, he needed it. His stomach sloshed with gallons of cum, more added as the one who caught him came, knotting him and still humping wildly as spunk rushed into his bowels, adding inches upon inches to his gut. Minutes passed and he got pulled out, air rushing into his lungs while his consciousness faded just in time for him to see himself lifted by Ella as her knot throbbed pleasantly inside his ass, her tits spreading around his head and lulling him to sleep.

He woke up with a gasp, pulling at the sheets around him, if he had any sheets at all to cover himself with. The confused elf looked around and saw that he was inside Ella's private room, the wolfess staring at him from the entrance, naked, hard, smirking. He blushed and looked away as she tossed him his clothes, his cumstained, ruined clothes. The stench of Galar hung heavy and the fabric looked soaked with cum.

"I-I can't wear this!"

"Oh, you can and you will... Master used it to clean himself after you fell asleep so be proud." She winked, her cock twitching in the heavy air. Velar'en stared at it, that cock had been inside him, she had knotted and came in him. His pucker twitched, empty, cold. "Yeah, I'm a herm, thought you'd noticed a while ago."

"I did-didn't actually." He gulped and moaned, hot cum still tickling at his pucker, his cock hardening as the musky, sweaty, heavy air flooded his lungs and his conscious mind.

Memories of the night before and the sight of the big dicked wolf girl before him didn't help. Even in the air that reeked of gryphon, Ella still managed to smell him growing aroused, not that he had stopped being under the influence of their now shared master, she knew by experience one time with him was more than enough to ruin anyone forever. She licked her chops and strutted towards him, the elf meekly covering his shamefully hard cock with a piece of utterly cum soaked fabric which made him moan again. Velar'en barely put up a semblance of a fight as she placed her paw on his chest and pushed him onto her bed, laying down as her cock hovered on his chest. He gulped, the strong smell of male wafting from that turgid, hard shaft. A squirt of pre raced through mere inches of space and landed on his face, hot, sticky, running down his face and onto his lips. As if by reflex he opened his mouth and licked it, the potent taste of sperm heavy fluid tingling on his tongue like wildfire. She murred, denying him another taste of her pre and turned around, her tail already lifted as she sat on his face. The high elf found himself suddenly buried under an avalanche of wolf ass, slick with sweat and cum, the fat, plump tailhole nestled in between her cheeks winking at him before light disappeared completely and only musk and slick fur were left. She silently rubbed her pucker on his face before she felt a hesitant tongue begin to lap at her rim, lick after tentative lick until her old master found the taste of the beast upon her flesh and dove greedily and eagerly into her ass, his hands groping her hips as he licked, huffed, kissed and worshipped the leftover taste of gryphon cock on her. Ella murred with glee, knowing the elf wasn't broken, that would imply that he'd been somehow ruined by their master, but no, he was simply hungry and needy.

She turned around once again, her tailhole aching for more attention, winking at her master that wasn't there and presented her cock to Velar'en. Still dizzy from the smells and lack of air, he barely registered a fat knotted cock sliding inside his mouth, spreading it oh so wide, inch after fat inch, his gag reflex non-existent as he took every bit of Ella's cock till his nose was buried in a mound of fuzzy, musky sheath. As he took the first breath, Velar'en came, hard and full of shame, his throat massaging her slab of cock as if he'd been born to do that and only that, his entire being drawn to making her blow her load down his gullet for long minutes, breaths rare and laden with her musk, her flavour still hidden underneath the potent taste of Galar's flesh. Ella simply let him do whatever he wished, humping his mouth from time to time, just reminding him that she could go deeper and truly use him as her toy, but he wasn't hers, the two of them belonged to someone else that had his claim upon them. Her knot blossomed inside his lips, bloating them with nearly eight inches of raw flesh throbbing inside his mouth, a knot almost as wide as his entire cock was long, her sheath wrapping around his nose fully, encasing him in a lewd, musky, slick prison that smelled of feral lust and spent loads brewing for days within those warm confines. The elf blew his load once more while his stomach swelled and grew fat with shot after shot of her cum, one, two, ten, fifteen, thirty and then more still, each just as big as the dozens that came before, her balls twitching under his chin. She patted his head, called him a good boy as if he was nothing more than a pet, his status above her in society mattered nothing as she came hard down his gullet and fed him his breakfast in the most lewd and shameful way. Somehow he got off again at the thought, painting small bits of the ruined bed in his comparatively meagre loads.

Ten minutes later she pulled out, her cock still stiff, still leaking, the last few shots landing on his face as if to add to the insult of being so thoroughly pumped full of wolf spunk. His stomach was bloated, sloshing lewdly and loudly as he tried to get up without moaning or cumming once more. She wiped her shaft on his cheeks, smearing them in one more layer before putting on her clothes and simply leaving him there, hard as a rock, humiliated and somehow already looking forward to more of this. His clothes were beyond ruined, cum oozing out of the fabric, the stench of gryphon heavy on every last thread. The elf shamefully put them on, his cock twitching beneath as bestial cum oozed around his pucker and balls, keeping them warm and slick. With the cover of the last hour of darkness, Velar'en left and rushed to his mansion, leaving behind a trail of spunk with every step.

Dan'en smelled him before he even entered the bathroom, the raw funk advancing faster than his steps. Her pussy ached when she saw him undress and desperately begin to wash himself to get rid of the stench, too busy to notice his wife sneak inside and steal the ruined clothes.

The rest of the day was a blur: he wandered in deserted areas of the mansion, avoiding everyone and everything that could smell Galar on him, thus spreading the gryphon's scent on the entire building by accident. Servants stumbled upon musky hallways and on piles of other servants busy rutting and masturbating, functions grinding to a halt for hours. As night came, things got wilder and more shameless, few bothering to even hide their need as pants were opened to let cocks out and pussies drip on the floor, everyone far too hot and aroused to care, though most still worked to put up a semblance of normalcy. Once the clock struck midnight, the doors to the stables were open once again and once again Galar was busy with the elf's horses, once again with a new male neighing beneath his belly as the twin orbs of the beast churned and twitched, pumping the prized male full of cum till his gut sagged and touched the ground, the smaller, punier horsecock firing what little the poor beast could afford to spill. Ella smiled at her old master, her nose buried in a mountain of feral ass as she licked and worshipped the gryphon's tailhole, her hands busy massaging his sack and helping him coax a few more gallons of hot cum. Velar'en tossed his clothes on the ground before he even closed the doors, unaware of the shadow of his wife looking at his pale ass moving towards the gryphon. The female elf and the beast exchanged a knowing, lustful glance, her openly fingering herself as Galar pulled his cock out of the stallion. She came as a deluge of spunk spilled out of the animal's abused rump and then the doors closed.

Galar shifted his attention from the voyeur to the hard, dripping elf right before him, casually forgetting about the horse he had just crammed full of cum and presenting the fat, three and a half feet of hard cock. Velar'en licked his lips, his shame gone, replaced by a burning need for that cock. All the hours spent avoiding everyone, sitting in corners, surrounded by nothing but the stench of cum, ass, his stomach sloshing with wolf spunk, his clothes eternally slick and damp with Galar's seed and the memories of how he had felt. A day entirely filled with a burning desire to touch that cock once again, to feel it throb between his hands, to smell it and make it gush, a day in which he had never felt so much desire for another being. Dan'en was the love of his life, but this beast was his one true place in the world. As he placed his lips on the immense flare and kissed it, Velar'en almost came on the spot, the raw, bestial, slick flesh burning hot on his tongue, the taste of cum, sweat, of sex and godly musk mixing together in a wild concoction. He moaned and made out with Galar's pillar with a passion and a burning desire to be filled, his stomach grumbling, empty, Ella's cum had sustained him for a day but now he wanted stronger, more potent stuff. Pre flowed like a river, his throat jumping up and down as he swallowed pints, eyes rolled back, barely able to realize that the gryphon was spreading his ass and fingering him, the thick talons pumping in and out of his still oh so tight hole, adding one and then another, spreading the thick digits as the slutty elf made out with his cock. Velar'en didn't hear Ella moan or cum, he didn't hear the gryphon chirp with satisfaction as the already lubed hole accepted more of his digits, the only thing he heard were the heartbeats through the beast's cock and the lewd gulps of his ever hungry mouth as he drank and drank.

He protested meekly when Galar pulled that godly cock away and pinned him down with the same talon that had been in his ass, but as the beast's belly suddenly began to weigh on his back, as the strong forelimbs stomped on the cum soaked hay to each side of his head and the fat, throbbing shaft was trapped between his cheeks, he could only moan and beg. Galar screeched, his wings guiding Ella back to his rump, her nose clouded with the potent musk wafting from his donut as he lightly humped the soft, slick space between his belly and the elf. Feet of cock were dragged on Velar'en's back, hot flesh against heated skin, precum gushing still from the pillar without end, pints, gallons, dozens of gallons as the beast took his time. Galar pushed back, forcing Ella's snout deep in his ass as he then humped forward, his flare hammering at the elf's pucker, the tight ring spread wide but still not quite ready for the fat organ. Even so, gallons of pre were crammed inside Velar'en, flooding his backside with slick lube only for the titanic cock to slip, the gryphon's heavy nuts smacking against the elf's ass, making him cum as his own small sack was smothered in slick, musky, steaming gryphon nut. Over and over Galar repeated this, over and over his flare tested the elf's needy body, minutes melting into a quarter of an hour until, with a screech of pleasure and a scream of joy, the gryph's dinner plate sized flare slipped inside.

Velar'en felt as if someone had punched him in the gut, his ass on fire as more cock than any living being had the right to sport was crammed inside him, far too much and yet he had oh so much left to take. Merely the flare and already he was on the verge of collapsing. The gryphon chirped and craned his neck, face to face for seconds and then kissed him, stiff beak against soft lips as the talons pinned the elf down. Velar'en moaned, losing himself in the kiss just for his scream to be muted with thick gryphon tongue, elf throat eagerly accepting every squirming bit of it as a single inch of cock was pushed inside him, then another, another, slowly piling up till a single lonely foot was forcing his gut to bulge and swell. Precum flooded his body, injected directly, hot, slick, unending. Rivers poured out as the beast pulled back, again, slowly, every inch a jolt of pleasure and pain as a void was left behind by the massive shaft, a void hungry for cock. And then Galar pushed forward, adding a single inch to the foot buried inside the elf before pulling back a second time. The beast picked up a slow pace that became faster and faster: pulling out, pushing in and adding one more inch before pulling back out once more, adding one more inch and back out again, over and over and over again until Velar'en's gut were being rearranged by three feet of cock every couple of seconds. The gryphon's balls came crashing on his ass, leaving a red print as tens upon tens of pounds of sloshing cum tanks swayed back and forth, their contents poured inside a willing, moaning, needy hole. Velar'en came again, or rather, he couldn't stop cumming: time and time again he blew his load until his nuts were empty, hammered by mountains of gryphon sack, his cock firing blanks while his new master hadn't even cum yet. The sloshing, bloated belly, the fat, lewd shape of the immense flare poking from his ribcage as the beast's sheath kissed his pucker and all three and a half feet or avian cockflesh were buried as deep as they could go, every last bit screamed of dominance, of sex, of pleasure and cemented their relationship. Velar'en was so full, so horny, his head swimming in so much pleasure that he couldn't imagine not being impaled on that cock the next day and the day after that and the next hundred years. His wife and her centuries of skills honed to please him felt so utterly bland, the craziest stunts they had pulled paling in comparison to a single, potent thrust of the beast cramming a tongue down his throat and the fattest cock on a living being short of a dragon in the world up his ass. The more cock he took, the fuller he felt, the better he felt, the harder he squeezed. His guts were abused by that slab of meat, his gut building lewdly so much that one could see the flare expand and swell beneath the stretched skin, as well as each spurt of pre as it travelled from the heavy orbs to the elf's stomach. And when the beast had ran out of inches to cram inside him, he felt something truly massive kiss his backdoor, something hard as steel, bigger, thicker than the flare currently poking from his stomach. The realization that he'd be knotted like the wolf had done years before and Ella that very same morning made him mewl, relaxing every muscle in preparation just to be able to take that titanic lump when the massive avian decided it was time. He'd never walk the same again and he couldn't be happier for it.

Galar chirped, casually holding the man down as he hammered back and forth, his hips blurring every now and then when he sped up and piledrived his shaft inside the slick and warm elf, moving on to deliberate, heavy thrusts that made him howl and squeeze around his cock. The ground was soaked in precum, rivers pouring out of the elf's mouth as he was filled to the brim and beyond, the wolf herm behind him drunk on the taste and smell of his ass to the point that she didn't realize the gryphon had begun to use her head as toy to pleasure himself further, her world going dark every now and then as a mountain of ass descended upon her and engulfed her senses in musk, sweat and rippling walls that called her to lick deeper and deeper. Galar's clenching pucker was pulling more of Ella inside, the collar that kept hammering to her shoulders then relaxed and slipped down to her breasts, and it didn't slip back up. Instead Ella was lifted up off her paws as she wriggled deeper inside. Soon Ella was waist deep, her cock having slipped in past the cushy pucker as she was pressed against Galar's prostrate. Ella was pushed up against the harder spot in the gryphon ass, further stimulating the gryphon.

And then Galar came, half an hour of uninterrupted, ceaseless breeding, thrust after thrust after thrust, a hundred and some gallons of precum spilled by every hole that he hadn't plugged with his cock, his ass pleasantly full of a wolf he had slowly begun to devour, the herm's legs dangling uselessly above the hay. Velar'en tried to howl but he had no energy nor air, not as the titan's knot slammed beyond the puffy, abused rim of his pucker and sealed him to that godly cock for the foreseeable future. The elf's cock let out one last drop of cum, his final orgasm immense and still paling as Galar chirped and casually but devoutly filled him with cum so heavy, dense and potent he swore he could taste the swimmers crammed inside. Mouth and nose gushed with rivers of white, his ass somehow leaking as well despite the two feet wide knot buried as tightly as it could be on the other end, the beast's sack twitching, heaving, swaying and churning oh so hard and oh so loudly that its noises almost eclipsed the desperate moans and the splatter of cum. Galar's talon reached for Velar'en's gut and squeezed, massaging his own cock through the living sleeve, masturbating himself as the elf twitched and squeezed on every last inch of meat he had given him. The gryphon licked his beak, his own head swimming in a lovely cloud of pleasure as the air turned into a thick, musky fog that reeked of his seed and his balls, the walls sticky with spent cum and the raw undiluted smell of his body. The horses whinnied and stomped on the floor on the other side of the stable door, weak splatters echoing before fading as each and every last horse came as well, the mares desperate and needy, unable to fill their aching bodies with the source of that potent stench that had sent them in heat.

The gryphon didn't stop cumming, shot following shot, gallons spent and wasted as they travelled through the elf and joined the pool on the floor, pushed by the untold rivers still deep inside those massive, beachballs sized nuts. Half an hour passed and only then did the beast start to cum a little less hard, though he didn't stop, he hadn't held back for days, weeks, just to stop after merely thirty minutes of orgasm, not when the elf was so tight and so eager for more. Another half hour passed before his knot began to deflate, fractions of an inch over long, messy, eternal minutes, making more and more cum leak out of Velar'en's abused, stretched and ruined pucker once the near perfect seal was broken.

In the middle of it all, Galar suddenly started to cum harder, his balls swelling, lakes of freshly brewed spunk, only for a fat shape to blossom underneath. The gryphon grunted and screeched, his sack bloated to even more ludicrous sizes, lower than his knees. The knot widened and so did the entire cock, twice as big, forcing the elf to faint as pleasure spiked higher and higher still, peaks that mortals had never seen before demolished as Velar'en was bred by the studly beast. The slab of cockflesh doubled in girth as the twin orbs churned and began to push the shape, the huge egg, along the current of cum gushing out of the flare, halting the flow just enough to provide the pressure needed to dump them inside the elf. One huge grunt from the gryphon, Galar laid his egg inside the high elf, his clutch warm and safe inside the lord, his body turned into nothing but a host for a beast's spawn as his gut bloated even further with the single prize winning watermelon sized egg. The gryphon screeched, proud and hornier than before, his seed thickening as he now aimed to fertilize the huge egg before it took hold inside his mate's body. Tar thick, heavy as lead and endless, the sludge teeming with swimmers assaulted the freshly made egg and the body of the elf, making him suitable for his brood, stretchier, more resilient, softer where it mattered, primed for the next clutch and the many to come after that.

Ella was deep inside the Gryphon, legs still sticking out of the clenching pucker as she was squeezed tightly by the bowels around her. She felt the entirety of Galar's orgasm and the huge single egg pushing back against her from the prostate she was humping against. Ella wondered what the shape of her former master was in, how huge Velar's belly was, how full of egg and cum it swelled.

As the ninety minute mark struck, almost precisely meeting with the mansion's midnight bell, the lord of the manor, the high elf councilman, slid off his gryphon's cock, ass gaping, face splashing in a pool of hot, steaming, dense cum, hair stuck to his skin by wads of thick seed, his body drowning in pleasure as the beast wiped his cock on what clean bits of skin were left. Sweat poured from the dense pelt, turning to steam and further throwing the stables in a fog reeking of sex. Galar chirped with pleasure as the babbling elf moved despite his body being nearly broken, his tongue dashing out to lap and clean the messy cock that had been buried inside him mere seconds before, his hands caressing it as the thick slab of breeder meat stopped softening and hardened instead. It was as if he hadn't even cum yet, as if the ruined stable, the horse still leaking cum and the rivers pouring out of the high elf's ass were nothing but an illusion. Velar'en mewled and hugged that cock, mind utterly fried, neurons firing only to urge him to kiss deeper and lick harder at the cum slickened flesh. The gryphon huffed, his balls churning loudly, still full, still eager to pump the elf full, but the one looking at the two of them told he could have so much more.

Dan'en stared at her husband, what was left of him, his cum soaked body and the desperate glimmer in his eyes as he slowly inched his way to the beast's balls, kiss after kiss, nose huffing the scent of Galar's shaft barely tainted by his body. She was naked, dripping, her body on fire as the musk of the gryphon filled her lungs. Her legs soaked with her own orgasms as she had seen her husband pumped full of cum first and then a single huge egg, he looked about ready to pop from a single one. He'd be a mother soon while she had not had kids yet, not after centuries of marriage and it had been so easy. It was wrong, wicked, lewd and so depraved. Both her and Galar smiled as the wolf herm escaped from the beast's rump, her muzzle slick, fur stuck to her skin, eyes glazed and lacking focus as she still breathed nothing but ass musk. She was gently nudged by the gryph to her knees, barely putting resistance and instead diving with hunger moments later as her master's fat cock entered her limited cone of vision. Her senses sharpened but only just enough to aim for that spire and throw herself on it, any brain function left devoted entirely to worshipping him and his junk. The familiar taste of gryphon flesh exploded on her tongue, the addition of the flavour of her old employer not even making a dent in the overwhelming potency of that shaft. She kissed it, her tongue diving inside the fat cum pipe before her maw widened, bigger and bigger till her lips just barely closed around the flare. The two onlookers grinned, Dan'en maintained eye contact with the gryphon, her hands forgotten as she stepped forward and kissed the beast, tasting her husband and the potent breeder cum onto that big tongue. Her muff squirted as Galar slid a talon inside her, the thick digit making her cum, forcing her to hold onto his neck and giving him reign over her as well. His tongue fighting against hers, his digits making her cum as she held on to dear life, the air reeking of him and only him.

Beneath him Ella struggled to get behind the flare, her maw distended far too wide, her gullet dancing wildly just to keep up with the pre that had resumed flowing without end. She breathed through her nose, the musk wafting off from the cock momentarily drowning out the thorough coat of ass still plaguing her senses and then pushed herself forward. She had lost her gag reflex years before, horsecock after horsecock had made her a sleeve for any stud in the stables but this beast made her feel like the first time she had gotten under a stallion and hesitantly licked his heavy shaft. Ella felt full and she had so much cock left, inches feeling like miles as she pushed and pushed and pushed but she braced and pushed still, slowly but surely making her way to the towering knot now steaming in the musky air. Her throat rippled, the medial ring slowly creeping lower, soon hitting her collarbone and still going on, the flare stretching her stomach together with a solid five gallons of pre already. Her cock was hard, leaking, but left alone as she used her every muscle to swallow more of her master's length. It was a challenge worthy of a hero, a test of might and endurance, of lust and need and she was winning. It took minutes of devout, desperate work for her to get her tongue to at long last lick his knot, her throat bulging with the immense girth of the beast's shaft. Still she pressed on, not satisfied: the elf had gotten much more than she had despite him coming second, it was unfair, she deserved just as much as him and then more. Her lips stretched around the dormant knot, her entire being burning with pleasure as she came hands free over and over, every twitch of Galar's cock making her moan and gush, her pussy soaked beyond belief, utterly ignored. And once her mouth slipped over the far lump, her nose slid inside his sheath with such ease she came on the spot, cumming harder the second she felt the already thick length swell and widen, the knot sealing her to it as a lewd rumbled echoed inches away from her.

The beast chirped as he kissed his third conquest, the elven lady letting him use his tongue on her however he wished, breasts licked and teased as a fat egg slid out of his cock and into the wolf. She was much tighter than Velar'en, her body trained, designed to swallow and please any hung male's shaft but he put her on the spot, forcing her to work and struggle. The shape of his egg travelled oh so slowly down his shaft, massive, stretching her. Dan'en moaned, pulling herself out of the messy kiss with the gryphon to kneel at Ella's side, massaging her throat and helping her swallow her master's egg, caressing the bulge, making her relax and eventually take that egg. The wolf herm sent her a gaze mixed with shock, surprise and gratitude, her body singing as a second and third eggs were pushed right as her stomach tripled in size from the cumshot following the first. The lady of the manor knelt beside her for the fifteen minutes Ella was stuck on Galar's cock, moaning in her ear and helping her along until the beast pulled back, his shaft still gushing hard, the flare popping lewdly out of her mouth and drenching the both of them in more cum than they had ever been touched by. Thick, heady, frothy cum, more minutes spent as the two stood in their spots, letting themselves be showered in gryphon seed, kissing, passing his load inside their mouths until Ella simply collapsed and fainted.

Dan'en grinned, stepping over the snoozing, sloshing herm as Galar repositioned himself, his cock bobbing just as hard, just as stiff as before, not the slightest bit softer despite the two back-to-back breedings, the flare imposing, fat, massive, oozing cum instead of pre now. The elf licked her lips, hungry: it was now her turn, she was the last one standing and the beast was all hers. Her hands reached for his cock, holding it in between her palms: the heat, the slickness, the dull but potent throbs of his heart, they made her oh so wet. Galar chirped, his balls tightening, firing a heavy, thick shot of cum that splattered on her tits, glazing them. Dan'en gasped, the impact taking her breath away for but a second before she dove for the leaking cumslit, her tongue lapping the remnants of that single shot, tastebuds on fire as the potent seed settled on her tongue, tingling all the way down to her stomach. The lady of the manor looked back at her bestial lover, her pussy touching the floor as she resumed worshipping his flesh, the heated, puffy lips smeared with spent cum. The gryphon craned his neck lower, using a claw to make her stand and then sunk his beak into her folds. Juices flowed around his nares, the smell of a female in such deep need burning his lungs, her walls rippling around his beak, demanding he go deeper. He licked her as she licked and kissed him, each drinking the other's messy fluids, their needs growing stronger and deeper.

Eventually Galar had had enough foreplay, but at the same time he didn't want to turn her into another babbling cumdump that he'd fill with eggs, no, she did deserve better and he'd give her better. So, as she kept on kissing and making out with his cock, the beast licked his beak and began pushing her head, mashing her face against his flare. Dan'en moaned, the roughness of his need turning her on even more, her hands roaming over his flesh, nor was she shocked as the fat cumpipe yawned wide: she had seen it, or rather, felt it, spread oh so wide around those massive eggs he had laid. She welcomed that lewd action, licking deeper, her nose sinking inside of his flare, her tongue reaching deeper. But as Galar pushed her harder and her face slowly but surely got swallowed up by his cock, Dan'en did feel a hint of worry and confusion. What was he trying to do? Was it safe for her?

The stronger, headier, immensely potent smell of cum and raw masculinity wafting from the depths of the gryphon's sack, the constant deluge of precum now flowing down her mouth put an end to those silly worries. She found herself more pressed to swallow the constant spurts of pre than to think, her throat dancing wildly as wad after wad after wad of glue-thick precum added pounds of weight to her body, her stomach bloated already. Her head soon slipped inside him, the beast screeching in pleasure, his cock spread far wider than an egg could do, the added pleasure of her tongue licking his innermost flesh only fuelling his desire to have her entirely for himself. Galar bent his neck, eating her out as her neck began to be swallowed as well, her moans deafened by thick cockflesh, her muscles spasming as he brought her to orgasms, his stench making her more eager, more receptive. He began tasting her fertility as it grew, the fluids dripping around his beak and down his gullet telling of a most receptive female, her womb virtually on fire. He'd need merely to place his flare against that slick muff for his body to respond in kind, producing egg after egg till she was rendered immobile. It'd be so easy to make her another broodmother, but he didn't, she deserved much, much more.

Dan'en's neck slid inside his cock entirely, the flare yawning impossibly wide as muscles rippled and the beast screeched, talons pushing her inside, hastening the process if only to get her shoulders in as fast as he could. She was dainty, but the slim female had just enough width to make even him frown and chirp with impossible fullness. Inch after inch she was swallowed, her arms pinned to her sides, head a foot behind the dinner plate sized flare, her tongue ceaselessly scraping wads of pre and leftover cum from the inner walls of his cum pipe, her mind blank with pleasure, brain overloaded over and over again, nothing but the smell of cum, cock and musk and the taste of his seed passing through her senses. She was but a plaything, her pussy licked, teased, filled with thick talons, her stomach soon posing another obstacle for his cock to devour as the gallons and gallons of fluids she had swallowed halted the process. But the copious lube helped, rivers of pre flowing around her torso, making her slick. The bulge that was Dan'en slid ever so deeper, squirming inside the cock of the majestic breeder, welcomed by his sack after long and pleasurable minutes of lewd sounds and endless orgasms from both. The beast had cum several times, or rather, he had tried, his body sending immense loads up his shaft, all crammed down her gullet or wasted as mere lube for her descent down his cock while Dan'en simply never stopped orgasming.

Galar screeched as loudly as he could, wings flapping, breaking the flimsy glass panels that sealed the stable with a single beat, the stench of cum and sex and sweat pouring out of the building, the grass stained with it within seconds just as Dan'en was gently sucked down his sack and curled within. The gryphon came hard, harder than he had done in ages, the immense loads spent within the elf male, the stallions, the mares, the wolf herm, nothing could compare. A cumshot the width of an arm gushed out of his flare, hammering the wooden door of the stable, cracking it as his balls churned, roiled and lowered with both the weight of his new mate and the freshly brewed batches of cum. His urethra was stretched wide, several inches wide even after shrinking once her feet joined the rest of her in his balls, and still it felt as if he couldn't cum hard or fast enough. The floor of the stable was washed clean in seconds by the roiling white tide, the bodies of the two broodmothers laying on the floor, still as they were bathed in fresh layers. Galar came and came and came, his sack shrinking around Dan'en's form, highlighting her shape as she squirmed and came, then grew, tens and dozens of gallons of cum produced in split seconds, hundreds immediately wasted on the floor, the walls, the ceiling. The barn doors were cracked open, the iron fittings caving in as well under the frothy tsunami, a jet of cum arcing through the stuffy, musky air, splattering on trees, the well-cured grass, the gravel path and a couple of stablehands that had just wandered there, drawn by the smell and the noises. And still Galar was cumming oh so hard, the flow growing less strong but only by a bit, minutes passing before he could even feel his churning balls roar more quietly. Half an hour later, as the entirety of the stable dripped with cum, the garden around it slick with fresh spunk, the bodies of stablehands squirming inside puddles and rivers as they rutted, using the thick cum as lube, Galar was just done.

His cock softened, bit by bit, fractions of an inch at a time, as if he could cum even more if he merely wanted. But even the great beast had to stop at some point, his legs giving in and collapsing on the ruined floor, panting heavily but satisfied, his balls casually smothering Velar'en's sleeping form. The high elf lord felt the presence of his wife, reaching for her and kissing her, though there was a solid, churning wall of gryphon nut in the way, his lips finding slick fur and roiling spunk rather than the soft lips of the female. But in his lust-addled mind, thoughts sluggish with pleasure as the egg within his gut moved and made him oh so heavy, he barely noticed. Galar smirked, an intelligent, crafty grin shining in his eyes, the fruits of a plan coming to fruition mixing with the desire to know what would happen next. He grabbed the wolf herm, slowly helping himself to her body for more pleasure, forcing her to sink inside his rump, ass spreading wider around her pregnant body, the puffy, hungry donut yawning with extreme ease until she was once again stored inside him, her head massaging his sensitive, overworked prostate through layers of fat, flesh and muscle. He debated whether he should clean himself, but the elf making out with his sack felt a fare more... appropriate solution for his needs. The next morning things were bound to be quite different and Galar was looking forwards to his new life as master of the mansion and all its occupants.