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Caw caw caw.

There was that damn crow again. He had been bothering Mika while she was trying to sleep for days now. She tried to grumble him away from bed, but that noisy bird refused to move. He sat there on her windowsill, loudly calling to no one in particular, as if daring her to get up and show him what a lioness could really do. She was already shaking the pictures on her walls a little with the sheer force of her annoyed rumbles, but that still wasn't enough to dissuade the troublesome corvid. Maybe a big, stompy, topless cat in her panties would.

It wasn't until she actually lifted the window and took an idle swipe at the dark-feathered creature that he flapped off with a squawk. It sounded like the crow-speak equivalent of a curse. She wasn't trying to actually hit him, of course, just scare him off. The night's silence fell upon her at last in his absence, and she was free to return to bed anytime she wanted. First, she took a moment. The autumnal night air blowing in over her nearly-naked fur was chilly enough to make her want to retreat back to the safety of her blankets, and yet she couldn't pull herself away just yet. The cool breeze brought a soothing scent as it lightly rustled through her violet mane. She closed her eyes and breathed deep for just long enough to instill a sense of deep contentment. Until she heard another caw.

This one was louder. Much louder. It boomed out in such a way that hardly sounded like any ordinary bird. Mika got two seconds or so to consider what that meant before a shadow fell across the moon. She gazed into pure darkness and then she felt something close tightly around her chest. A scaled set of toes gripped her firmly enough she felt some talons lightly digging into her back. She got as far as letting out an ACK and then she was gone into the night sky, clutched tight to something silky and black. It was impossible for her to get a good sound out while she had her face buried in a feathery chest, so instead she listened to the sound of massive wings beating, lifting her up and away. They were swiftly far, far above her home and the city itself, soaring off into the night, well away from all the light pollution. Her captor took her somewhere darker.

She tried not to think about how high up she was. Her position kept her from looking down, but she could feel it. Something had her, something that cawed and effortlessly clutched her close while he ascended into the night. She couldn't help but swim in his elegant scent. A very civilized one, sweet and well-kept, but not without its enticing wild masculinity. That she was already thinking about that was perhaps little more than a coping method for the sheer mortal terror she felt. At least he held on tight. That was a mild comfort compared to the sheer vertigo that came with their ascent. It felt as if they were going to simply fly to space, to soar among the stars. Cold air rushed past her body, but her assailant's presence kept her warm.

The descent was much worse. Their momentum shifted in an instant as if her attacker had suddenly hit the brakes, and then they plummeted straight down in a horrifying nosedive. Did someone shoot them out of the sky? What was happening? That couldn't have been good, she told herself. She desperately clung to the thick fluff of the creature's chest while they sped towards the distant ground. Her body refused to scream, as much as she wanted to. It wasn't until they were seconds from a catastrophic landing that a pair of great black wings halted their momentum and swung them into a broad, smooth swoop that led to a graceful landing. Only then did he finally drop her.

Fear had paralyzed her to the point that she couldn't do more than collapse in a heap, flat on her face. It wasn't until she felt the nudge of a beak that she actually managed to turn over and take a good look at him. They were in the middle of the woods, far away from any artificial light sources, but the moon illuminated him just fine. It reflected off the shiny plumage of his upper half, and the sleek fur of his haunches. A golden-eyed stare felt dangerous to gaze into for too long. She only admired it briefly. The great, glossy gryphon took a seat before her and loomed broad and huge while she fought to get control of herself. Heart pounding, chest heaving, eyes watering from the rush of freezing air past her face, mane all mussed - she was a mess before the handsome beast.

Why was he looking at her like that? The crow-faced gryph had a seductive corvid quality, equally as flirty as he was mischievous. He cast her a knowing gaze with a wicked little smirk while she put herself back together, mentally and physically. There she was, far away from home in nothing more than a pair of cute panties, with only a huge animal for company. She could tell he wasn't feral. Beasts didn't give such sexy looks. Though that hardly convinced her she was safe. Just what was he doing, plucking her up from her window and kidnapping her in the middle of the night? Even for all her internal objections, her eyes still strayed eagerly to the gryphon's thick sheath, resting snugly atop a pair of sinfully plump balls she couldn't help but admire from afar. They caught the light so well.

"The spies have advised me well," the gryphon said in a surprisingly civilized voice. At least he clearly wasn't a wild animal. "You are just as delectable as they said."

When Mika remained utterly tongue tied the gryph just went on. He didn't need a response.

"Mika, is it? I have had my eye on you."

Finally, it came out all at once. She sputtered her indignance at him.

"What are you doing? You can't just ... I'm not even ... " She had to stop to compose herself so she didn't outright spit at him. "Who do you think you are?"

"Xavier, if you please." With a front foot on his chest, he gave a polite, gentlemanly bow. "As for what I'm doing, allow me to show you precisely what I intend. First, you may need to come a little closer."

He phrased it as a suggestion, but it was more of a command. She sat there staring at him, disoriented and a little horny. When he reached for her, she either couldn't or just didn't dodge out of the way. She allowed herself to be dragged across the ground until she was snug between his hind legs. With his thick sheath right in front of her face, she found herself unable to avoid inhaling a sample of his natural scent. It was rich, untamed, smooth - and then she was leaning in closer. It was like a lusty spirit possessed her, forcing her to shove her face directly into the gryphon's nuts without a moment spared for dignity. Yeah, that must have been it. Otherwise she couldn't have possibly justified how quickly she submitted to the urges he inflicted upon her. Immersing herself in the warmth of his fat sack was every bit as satisfying as she'd hoped.

Xavier gave an approving croak while she swam in his scent and drank his musk down in eager, almost desperate huffs. A long gulp of air left her utterly transfixed. She closed her eyes and rubbed her muzzle into the smooth cleft of dark fur between his balls, and then she stuck out her tongue. His taste was just a more refined version of his scent, one that danced over her tongue and sent her straight down into intoxicated lust at the very first slurp. A voice in the back of her mind called to her even as she mindlessly worshipped that great black forest king, that sleek stud who'd so rudely kidnapped her. What are you doing?? All it took was another heavy lick along the smooth surface of the gryphon's shiny panther nuts to banish such doubts, such intrusions upon the sensuous feast that came with worshipping the beast's nuts.

"Mm. Yes, I hoped you'd see my point," Xavier casually observed as he soaked in the lioness' sudden, unthinking devotion.

She couldn't stop. Mika was pure feline desire, rumbling as she slathered up those perfect balls. A swish up north let her push her nuzzle up against his sheath, and then push her muzzle right inside it. She swam in his scented heat. He kept her warm just by being near. No autumn chill could touch her while she snuggled her whole body up to the gryph's sheath and licked the firming tip of his concealed cock. The ambrosia of those few drops of precum sent her into a stunning high. He only grew wetter with lust as he got harder, the glossy tip of his shaft schlicking against the inside of his sheath as it slid forth and drew back that fuzzy cover.

The only proper course of action was to keep her tingly tongue working for as long as it took for that purple shaft to push free of its casing. It slid smoothly into her face as it firmed, all the way to slipping off to one side of her muzzle. His soft barbs lightly scritched along her skin. They were surprisingly malleable, if stimulating. A mark of his juices smeared across her cheek and left her possessively marked. She was his the moment he snatched her, and every moment spent rubbing her face in his crotch was one that left her hotter, wetter, and more achingly in need of a good beastly breeding.

When he urged her back, she followed his direction and fell onto her back. Getting nice and sprawled out for him let him overtake her like a living shadow. She vanished into his darkness while he used her as a cushion for his nuts. First, he gave a slow, smooth grind of those silky orbs from the lion's hips up to her face. They framed her features as she got her muzzle stuffed between them once more, wrapped around her waist as he rubbed them all over the rest of her. She could feel his scent clinging to her, becoming part of her, and she was soaked all the while. Her panties clung tightly to the outline of her pussy while he nestled his nuts atop her face and gave her a few generous bounces. That wasn't for any particular reason but to tell her exactly who she belonged to with a solid minute of firm, thumping teabagging. The bounce and plap of slightly disrespectful domination was just something she was going to have to wetly endure.

Working her over like that was enough to make his cock fill out to its fullest. Rigid, veiny, and adorned with a particularly broad knot, it was the perfect hybrid of features for Mika to drool over. She got a good look at it when Xavier finally lifted his balls from her face and let her gasp for a while. Her eyes remained wide, if fluttery as she looked it up and down. The tapered shape, the strategic placement of those tingly barbs, the veins, the fat drip of pre stretching down from the tip - everything about it made her want it inside of her. She truly had no idea how that was even supposed to work, given it was about as long as her torso and as wide as her thigh. Maybe it just would, somehow. Gryphons were special, weren't they? He could make it work if he really wanted to.

Despite how obviously horny he was for her, she still found herself babbling as soon as she caught her breath.

"Xavierrrrrrrr ..." came her initial mewling rumble. "Please, please, I need you ... "

He silenced her with a kiss. Or something of the sort. A beak didn't exactly mesh with a muzzle properly, so it was more a matter of him clamping down around her whole face and extending his tongue past her lips with surprising force. Her eyes went wide as she felt that nimble thing wriggling into her throat - and then deeper still. He had plenty to give, and he shoved it straight down until her neck was outright bulging with it. A tilt of his head to one side let him get the perfect angle to tonguefuck her face and let her drink his saliva right down from the surface of that slick, dark slurper. She sucked it once she recovered from the initial shock, even bobbed her head to properly pleasure that wet thing. He plunged it back and forth as if to claim her gullet for his own, letting drool drip down from her lips and pour onto her fur, clinging, coating, soaking further. When he finally pulled back, she barely gave herself a chance to stop panting, choking on his spit in the process of begging.

"P-please - glrk - please Xavier ..."

The desperation just poured out of her. Every breath gave her another sample of the silky scent that coated her fur and clung to her thoughts. She drooled for him, writhed for him, rubbed her thighs together to smear the juices that ran down from the corners of her soaked-through panties. He loomed above for a few tormentous seconds until he leaned down to nudge her with his beak. It only took a little force to get her to roll over. He didn't even have to urge her into position. She posed like a proper lioness. Hands down, claws dug into the dirt, and her head held as high as her tail was how she presented herself to him for a mounting. With the careful application of a single talon, he tugged her drenched panties down her thighs without even tearing them. Then he mounted. He overtook her, poured his weighty form across her to take her from behind, clutching her upper half in his talons, nibbling her mane, licking her neck. She was rowling for him before he even penetrated her.

Even with his cock pointed directly at the womb of a yowling, squirming lioness, Xavier's voice came out as smoothly as ever. "Good kitty. A few gryphcats for your belly, perhaps?"

Mika nearly screamed at that mere thought. The screeching noise only endured as he pushed between her thighs and started to spread her out. He was massive, and yet her body never strained to take him. It was as if she was designed for his dick, perfectly shaped to accept his mount. The clenching ache and flood of juices told her she was ready for him, ripe and breedable, ready to be impregnated by the wild stud's seed. She could think of no better place to conceive than warm beneath the canopy of jet black gryphon, sheltered from the chill by his enduring warmth, driven to shrieks by the stroke of malleable barbs within her tunnel. She squeezed on them in response and only found herself more stimulated, driven into a recursive loop of pleasure that threatened to cause a total shutdown of her mind. Before he grabbed her from her bedroom window, she was a member of civilized anthro society, but beneath him she was simply a cat in heat, bellowing her need to be fucked. Only one thing could possibly shut her up.

"Sometimes I think a velvety pussy wrapped snug around me is all I need in life," Xavier mused as he shoved inside the lion. A tap of his knot against her tender lips gave him ample time to pause and further philosophize. "And sometimes I think it's all you fancy anthros need too. How can you have any mundane worries when you have the cock of a forest beast inside you?"

He nibbled her on the scruff to further tease as he spoke. The whole time, she was absolutely livid with squirming need. She bucked back against him, slammed her cunt against his knot, but of course she didn't get anywhere near popping it inside. A glance down would have revealed the dramatic bulge of gryph cock in her gut, but she didn't pay it any mind. Her body accepted him as if meant for him, and she gnashed her teeth with need to try to compel him to pound her like she needed it. What might have killed her with an ordinary partner was everything she ever wanted. He planted a scaled foot on the back of her head and shoved her face in the dirt in a sudden display of aggression, bucked his hips once, and let the resulting shockwave ripple through her naked curves. One thrust was nearly enough to break her. She felt her eyes roll back and her jaw go slack, but dumbly drooling in the dirt wasn't going to stop her from being the best breedable lioness she could.

She could feel his potency. A heavy thrum of his solid cock inside her stretched her to her limits, bulging out beneath her fur, but it never hurt. Even with his girth making her more of a sleeve than a partner, she endured past her usual limits. Clawing the dirt and whimpering was her only possible response to the gryph-rut that ensued. Another stiff thrust, then a thirst to get her warmed up, and soon he was really fucking her. She listened to the ruffle of his feathers between the heavy thumps of knot and nuts alike to her backside. As much as she tried to keep her ass up for him, he plowed her right down into the grass. She was flattened beneath his weight and strength, sprawled and only faintly kicking her legs while he had his way with her sturdy body. In some distant compartment of her increasingly shattered mind, she took pride in the thought that few others would be able to endure, or even survive such a rough breeding.

Smek smek smek went those plump gryph balls against her body. Every smack shook her a little more. Her tits still bounced despite being pinned to the ground, and the wobbles through her thighs helped reveal every single place where she was soft. She felt those thrusts right up in her chest, or maybe they just resonated right up there. Pleasure flowed up and down her spine, spread out to her limbs, numbed her toes. Her twitching tail was the only thing she still had any control over, and she was swiftly losing that as well. He milked more juices from her with every plunge, driving her into squelching, squirting ecstasy before she even came. That finish radiated hotter, tighter, making her clamp down on his barbs and drive herself to shuddering madness as she got her every single sensitive spot harshly rubbed by those ultra-tingly little nubs. Orgasm was inevitable - the real question was just how many times he was going to make her cum.

A tremble like a violent shiver ran through her every muscle while she gave those spasms of climax around his dick. She shook her way through her peak and screamed into the dirt as if to let hell itself hear her calling. His response was to give her a decisive lunge, to deliver a brutal hammer blow of purple knot against her squeezing pussy. What seemed an impossible prospect swiftly proved her wrong when his heavy bulb popped past the outer resistance and infiltrated her clenching cunt. All she could do was grip it tight and rocked her hips throughout that rasping orgasm. She didn't have any screams left to give for the moment.

The rapid pumping of her pussy around the gryphon's pounding cock was enough to reward her with the rich ropes of heated cream her body craved. With every want and need satisfied all at once, she was free to drift away on a cloud while Xavier transformed her into a vessel for his spunk. She felt it shooting straight into her womb, and more than that she felt it taking in an instant. The passage of his seed into her tubes was something she could trace by the resulting tingles. A flood of gryphon jizz within her ovaries ensured she'd find out what a gryphcat looked like in the future. Or maybe a dozen. Of course, that was all presuming he let her go when he was done.

She wasn't sure where that thought came from. The flood of emotions that came as she figuratively crashed back down from the sky left her with some strange spike of anxiety in the sweltering aftermath. She panted and tried to turn her head to look at the enormous creature pinning her down, but he wouldn't let her just yet. Even so, she could feel his eyes upon her, burning into the back of her skull as if shooting beams. A little squirm revealed she was still firmly stuck there on his knot, that fat shape lodged deep within her pussy, bulging in her lower belly. She had just enough stretch to reach down and run her fingers along the outline that pushed up beneath her slathered fur.

"What is it about you felines? Tiger, leopard, lion - you all scream the same once I get you down and knotted."

He gave a teasing wiggle of his hips, stirring his still-firm cock within her flooded cavern. She could only squeak out a wordless mewl in response. His chuckle shook her whole body.

"Which is to say nothing of their shrieks when I take them down. Even muffled, still such powerful lungs."

He leaned in close and let his breath play over her for a few seconds. Then, a slow drag of his tongue from the base of her spine all the way up to a spot between her ears made her shudder. His saliva was pleasantly warm, but something was making the fur stand up on the back of her neck, even after being smeared down with gryph spit.

"I wonder if perhaps it is some remnant of your old instincts that makes you cats so very defiant to the last moment. Or is it simply pride that tells you it couldn't possibly happen to you? You're the predator, the mighty hunter ..."

That strange tingling sensation got worse as Mika rested there, still piecing herself back together after getting rutted by a creature several times her weight. Xavier went on.

"Yet for all your refusal to accept it, you are a bird's prey, like all those who came before."

It might have simply been sheer stubbornness that kept Mika from putting together what Xavier was so blatantly telling her, warning her. He placed his beak directly beside one of her ears and let his voice rattle through her skull.

"I do hope you still have some screams left for me, Mika. I want to hear them from inside me."

Stopping to consider if she'd really heard what she thought she heard didn't prevent the sudden drop of her heart. The gryph continued. His even, charming tone sounded much more cruel given the content of his speech.

"You have the look of a fighter, Mika. I'm certainly not done with you - though I'd love to see you squirm. Can I take what I want if you're no longer a mewling slut, but instead my struggling prey? We shall see."

A lengthy tug was enough to make him briefly grunt. She yelped when his knot suddenly popped free from her, pulling the plug on her overflowing depths, leaving her spraying out his excess jizz like a fountain. Her body shook there beneath him even once he pulled his shaft from her well-gaped cunt and left her to pool in the mess of their mating. She started slowly crawling away, and the gryph allowed her to. He sat upon his haunches with his sex-slick cock still standing up stiff and ready to rut her again while he casually taunted her with her impending fate.

"Go on, then. Let us start the hunt. If I catch you, I will do whatever I wish, of course. Pin you. Fuck you. Eat you. Digest you, alive and wriggling. Such are the rules of nature." He dipped his head down to let her feel the bass of his voice rumble through his bones. "You have ten minutes. Shall one more fine feline join my bulk, or will you live to tell the tale of your wild encounter?"

The bells tolled within. She looked into his eyes once more and saw the same look as ever - seductive, piercing, intense. Yet knowing what he truly intended painted him with a whole new brush. She was liable to freeze if she got too far from him on that crisp evening, but there was only one possible course of action. Up she scrambled, even as her legs quivered beneath her. Cum poured out from between her thighs, soaking into her fur as she turned to run. She didn't know where she was going. She didn't know how she was going to possibly get away from him. Her body operated purely on instinct- namely that of fight or flight. Without any chance of overpowering him, she could only flee for her life, knowing how she acted in the next few minutes of her life was going to decide if they were her last. Presuming the choice was still in her hands, anyway.

Tearing off through the denser trees with only the moonlight as her guide proved painful. The branches scratched at her skin as she nakedly fled from the predatory gryphon. She glanced back at him briefly before she went too far, and she immediately regretted it. A hungry stare, and a slow lick of his tongue along the edges of his shiny beak told her all she needed to know. He was serious about his threats. He was going to eat her. When she got far enough away, all she could see was his eyes, glowing in the dark, and a faint silhouette of his shadowed body, wings extended. At least he was true to his word. He didn't move from the spot for those minutes he gave her. Perhaps he was internally counting down the whole time. She kept her attention on the path ahead, as best she could, but her haste eventually had her crashing down to the ground.

That hurt. She was stunned enough by the impact that she didn't move for several precious seconds. Part of her just wanted to lie there and accept her fate. He was going to swoop over her at any moment. Those wings gave him a distinct advantage. No matter how far she ran, he was still going to find her, catch her, and then - well, she had a pretty clear image of how it was going to go. That was enough to compel her to rise, to struggle to her feet, shaking all the while. A little longer, no matter how much her lungs burned. It wasn't even a lack of conditioning that had her huffing. Nobody was meant to sprint for ten full minutes with a predator on their heels. Nonetheless, she summoned up all her remaining strength just to create a little more distance, to make it that much harder for the predator in pursuit. Yet for all her exhausting effort, she knew it was over when she heard the rippling beat of his wings above and behind her.

When he descended upon her in a shocking swoop, she went down squirming. Her body was all worn out from running, but adrenaline was potent enough to keep her thrashing. She swung at him, clawed, bit, but he deftly dodged her blows when he didn't just absorb them without so much as flinching. He was as nimble as he was sturdy, ready to defeat her in competitions of strength and agility alike. She was down on her face, then on her back, kicking all the while when he forcefully flipped her over. One large, scaled foot upon her chest was enough to nearly crush her. He pressed down just firmly enough to let her know easily he could have ended it. She swore she felt a rib slip out of place, but it was probably just the pop of a joint under all that force. That was how he held her, kicking and wheezing, until the fight started to drain from her veins. In its place came despair.

"Not bad, Mika. Not the fastest cat I've ever hunted, but not the slowest either. Congratulations on your mediocrity." He gave her a little wink. "Though, don't feel bad. Among them all, you rank rather high on the fuckable and edible scales, I think."

A slight adjustment of his position showed her his thick purple cock once more. It was still glazed with the juices of their previous mating, shining in the low light. This time, it looked much more threatening. With a shift of his grip, he instead pulled her arms apart to fully expose her to his lust. A smooth rub of his shaft along her belly, and then up between her tits ensured she was nicely coated with a fresh layer of the scent already clinging to her. Then down he went. Her arms were pinned, but she could still swing those legs around and try to kick him away. A blow or two even landed, but they didn't phase him. All it took to subdue her was moving on of his feline paws ahead to step upon her legs, keeping them down right where they were as he curled himself over her loins to prepare to breed her again, this time by force.

The tip caught at her streaked folds and made her shudder. She pulled back as if it was scorching hot, but he had a firm control on her body. The position was slightly awkward, stepping on and gripping her like that, but it was only temporary while he sank his cock inside her. A long, smooth thrust let him bury himself to the knot. That fat base almost entered her on the very first smack, loosened up as she was. Once he had himself hilted in her pussy, he took his paw off her legs and let her kick all she liked. That was a chance she made the most of with as much remaining might as she had left in her.

Flailing furiously, she poured out anger and terror alike into making herself as squirmy as she possibly could. She worked herself to exhaustion twice over, but he fucked her all the same. Nothing she did could stop him from coming down on her body again and again with his muscular haunches squatted into a mating press of sorts. The first thrusts were slow but resounding, shaking through her whole body, and he went more rapidly once he got a good feel for her struggling form. She shoved at his underside, struck him with her fists, but he was solely focused on giving her the brutal thumping he desired, merrily crowing all the while. The sound rang in her eyes like a nightmare, blending with the plap of his fat black nuts on her thighs and ass.

At least it still didn't hurt. Maybe she was a little sore from the constant spanks of his balls against her body, but even getting her belly stretched around the shape of his cock didn't cause her any injury she could detect. He fucked her as hard as he liked without breaking her body. Her mind was another story. Getting that overbearing pleasure hammered into her by the beastly gryphon left her crying out at first, a confused mix of gasping, whimpering, and wailing as if for help. Her pussy still clenched up tight around his dick, stimulated to full wetness by just a few good strokes of his barbs. She was a fountain for him, gushing while he fucked her into the dirt. Her vision was blurred as her eyes watered, but she saw him watching her the entire time. A subtle smile on his beak and a nearly-unblinking glare reminded her at every moment that he was going to devour her when he was done with her pussy. That thought left her nearly paralyzed with fear, limply accepting his thumping when struggling proved useless.

"Mmmm," came his rumbled groan. It was distinctly feline, with a slight corvid croak. "You are even more exquisite when you're squirming. I'm sure there's still some fight left in you. We'll find it soon."

Then he gave something of a growl, a deep, guttural noise that startled Mika from her shattered near-coma. He clicked his beak and gave an elegant toss of his head. Then he moaned. It was a genuine sound, borne of pure pleasure. He buried himself inside her, this time without knotting, and let his sack clench out another potent orgasm. A lift his tail went with the flexing of his muscular haunches. The panther half of him shuddered with delight as he emptied his balls inside the beaten lioness. She faintly swung her hands at him while she got pumped full of his cum once more. Her belly got heavier, noisier, hotter. Plenty of spunk overflowed from around his shaft to soak the both of them in heavy musk. Then there was even more for her to wear when he laid several ropes from her belly to her face, painting her up and down, marking her in defeat. His dominance was a brand upon her fur, to soak into her skin and keep her claimed by the horny gryphon even if she improvised some daring escape. It wasn't too late to think of something.

He wasn't holding her down anymore. With his weight shifted back, and his attention focused on licking a drop of cum off his own talon, she was completely free to get up and run. Whether it was negligence or he was simply toying with her, it didn't matter. She couldn't pass up such an opportunity. One last desperate scramble for her life turned into more of a crawl when she flipped over and found her legs useless beneath her. She wondered if he'd done any serious damage with his relentless rutting or if she was simply numb from pleasure. Xavier allowed her to make some distance before he slowly lowered his front half and raised his haunches high, bracing for a potent pounce. The slow wiggle of his hips and sway of his tail was pure feline. So too was his lunge.

She gave him another of her screams as he tackled her to the cold ground. He didn't take her down gently, either. A crash, and maybe a slight crunch as she hit the ground hard left her stunned. Her head was spinning, and a little pain set in already. That was where he held her, face down in the dirt once more, until he flipped her over and looked her right in the eye. Another wet slurp of his beak was audible to her even over her own panting. Then there was a rumble. That wasn't any sort of feline noise - Xavier's gut was making its vacancy known. Mika started crawling away on her elbows, scooting backwards away from the hungry creature, but she didn't get far this time.

As before, she couldn't look anywhere but into his eyes, into his soul-penetrating stare of absolute desire. He wanted to eat her not just to satisfy his appetite, but because it would feel good. He wasn't even acting aggressive, exactly. It was with casual flair that he snatched her up from the ground. His front foot was about as dexterous as a hand, and he gripped her tightly around the waist while he sat back on his haunches to consider his helpless prey. Pushing, tugging, wrenching her body back and forth, she tested the strength of his grip as best she could, and accomplished nothing. He held her up and breathed sweetly in her face before he gave her another of his casually cruel speeches.

"You cats are quickly becoming my favourite. Though I seem to have depleted your ranks, of late. Soon I'll run out of sweet kitties to eat."

Mika's mind raced through recent memories. A few friends had gone oddly silent on her in recent weeks. All of them were fellow cats. Had they been snatched from their windows just like her, or perhaps picked up along a quiet path on the way home? She didn't want to think about it. All her pent up terror eventually broke through her daze and left her screaming for her life when he opened his beak wide - then wider still, stretching it beyond what she thought might be its limits. That much was unnecessary. It wasn't going to be a strain to fit her inside. He was simply showing off the confines of his gaping maw, and all the drool that dribbled down thick and plentiful thanks to her presence. A lash of his dark tongue along the edges of his beak once more ensured it was nice and wet while he pushed her closer and close. She got her arms up and tried to brace herself, all the while crying out in absolute panic. Without an idea of how to convince him not to eat her, she could only babble.

"Wait! Please, stop, no no no-"

He silenced her once more. This time was much more forceful, much more overwhelming. A jam of her tongue straight down her throat ended her whimpering in an instant. In its place were her glurks of choking and swallowing as he drooled right into her belly. She thought to bite, but she couldn't even muster up the willpower. He probably wouldn't have cared anyway. Her legs quivered and her eyes watered as she got her throat plunged by that intrusive tongue once more. Where the first time she could appreciate the texture, the taste, this time she was simply trying not to be choked out while her neck bulged with the shape of that curling, slurping length. Finally, she closed her eyes and let him overwhelm her with that ultra-deep kiss, making out with her helpless, defenseless form. A slump in her muscles let him know some part of her had submitted to her impending fate.

When he pulled back out, she could only wheeze her way through one last meek attempt at changing his mind.

"Please ..."

And that was all. The rest was muffled as he enveloped her lightly maned head and soaked her in thick gryph spit. He sucked on her for a while, as beast a beak could at least. A lash of his tongue across her face was like a slap, turning her muzzle left then right for a thorough tasting. A groan echoed up from his open gullet, ringing all around her head. She kicked some more. Even smacking into his feathery chest with her paws didn't stop him from ever so slowly easing her into the back of his throat, and starting to massage her down into that undulating embrace.

The sheer horror that came with the realization she was really being swallowed whole by that crowgryph kept her moving, even as that mortal fear threatened to utterly paralyze her. She fought for her life, straining muscles to the point of injury with her desperation struggling, and none of it even changed his demeanour. He gradually fed her down his throat all the same, sampling her thoroughly all the while. A ravishing of licks for her every naked inch ensured she was slick and slippery for the humid slide before her.

"Noooo!"

That was what she tried to shriek, at least. It was less to convince him to stop, and more an expression of defiance, of disbelief that such a terrible thing could be truly happening to her. He was swallowing her. She could hear the wet ullps, the potent gulping that dragged her deeper into his body. The outside world vanished from her senses, replaced by the sound of his steady heart, his slow breathing. Even swallowing her whole, he still drew air with ease. He was built to swallow morsels just like her, and no amount of desperate kicking could stop that. It did make him rumble a little though.

The swell of curvy lioness pressing out from under his neck feathers frantically wiggled back and forth, giving a massage right back to the squeezing walls. Xavier even gave her a deep moan to let her know precisely how much he was enjoying feasting on her. Her taste, her texture, her so-very-useless struggles - it only sent her deeper into horror to know the ruthless beast was taking pleasure in her awful experience.

Soon she only had the faint flail of her legs left to show her defiance of her fate. Her paws wiggled about as he nibbled his way down her cum-bloated belly and licked across her numb pussy. She barely felt it, but twitched nonetheless. Her legs were getting rigid from the exertion, her muscles truly fatigued. It would have felt so much better to simply submit, to slump down and sink into his glossy body, but fear drove her on and on. His tongue went gliding between her thighs and down the span of her legs, licking and tasting until he could tickle her feet with it. He took his time, letting her legs dangle from his front-facing beak, toying with her, taking his final samples of her flavour. Then there came a tip of his head, and with it a lurching sense of gravity shifting. There was plenty of air in there, if hot and humid. She had no trouble drawing it in for one final plummeting scream.

His whole body rocked with the effortful swallow that sent her down into utter darkness. He rolled his spine and swished his tail as he slurped her skyward paws away along with the tufted tip of his drool-soaked tail. A bulge descended from his throat and briefly into his chest before she squeezed down into the slimy chamber that was his stomach. She smacked down face first on the slick flesh and the rest of her followed to leave her crumpled up and crammed into his stretching gut. A rounded shape of sagging weight wobbled down beneath him as he sat there. His partly-softened cock gave a firm pulse to thump against the feline silhouette distending his panther gut. She felt that smack, heard it too. Xavier sighed as he gave another swallow just to take down some of the excess saliva she helped produce, pouring it over her imprisoned body while he stroked along her curves with his talons.

"Ahh, divine!" he exclaimed, briefly breaking from his subdued nature. He soon settled with a croaky purr and a lick of his beak. "Oh, you slipped down smoothly, lioness. Fit for a king. Digesting you will be an absolute treat."

He leaned back on his hind legs for a few seconds just so he could use the other two to grip and heft her. A lift and a drop made her slosh and jiggle about, shaking her up in that increasingly slopped stomach. Fluids were already flowing, sizzling over her tawny fur, coating every single inch of her. She couldn't hide anything from the tingly flood when she was getting soaked from all sides. Smacking at the walls proved ineffective, and she didn't have much strength left anyway. Her body was numb at first, exhausted to the point of uselessness, but she had just enough left in her tank to straighten her spine and keep her head above the surface of those rising juices. She knew what they were. Swimming neck-deep in digestive acids was a damning situation, but at least she wasn't drowning in them, she thought. Though when they started to go to work, she might have wished she was.

The initial tingle swiftly moved past the itching stage and into burning pain. Her nerves lit up in full alert once the churning started. The deep, squishing presses of the walls around her sent those fluids splashing up in her face. Some of them ended up in her mouth and down her throat. She choked and coughed as she got simmered and sizzled. When the digestion started breaking her down, she could hear it. That hissing noise was that of her own body being dissolved. Once she got over the initial shock, the torturous reality grew more and more apparent. She could feel every gruesome detail of her body being melted in the gryphon's potent belly acids. The scream that erupted from her started softly and built from there until it was a horrible, tortured shriek that continued on and on between desperate gulps of air.

Such a powerful wail of agony was plenty audible even on the outside. Xavier clicked his beak and then gave her a little nudge while she screeched.

"Mmm, that is a very good scream. Just as I'd hoped. Keep it going for me, Mika. This is going to hurt right to the end," he assured her. Stroking his cock the whole while was his way of telling her there would be no mercy, no matter how loud she got.

It wouldn't stop. The pain just kept getting worse as he churned inwards on her, melted through her layers. As for the precise details, she couldn't quite tell which part of her had it worse. Her entire body was alight with misery, cooked and liquefied in the deadly heat and scorching acids that coated her entire naked form. It had only been a few minutes, but it might as well have been eternity for her. She was sinking, weakening, unable to keep her head above the surface any longer. For as long as her muzzle was still unsubmerged, she wailed her enduring note of choking torment while the acids ate her down to something he could absorb and claim for himself. Her fur was ruined, and her curves were diminishing, flattening, smoothing, growing indistinguishable from the rest of her as the bulge in his panther gut visibly shrunk. The softer she got, the more tightly he compressed into her a featureless ball. She was less a lioness and more just nutrition for a gryphon with every noisy churn.

"Keep going, Mika. Right to your last breath. Let me feel those final twitches."

This time, his words came out slightly strained. The casual stroking of his cock had turned into something much more urgent. He jerked off to her impending demise, to her screams and dying struggles. She didn't have much left. Merciful numbness started to claim her at last. Her cries quavered, then gurgled as she settled into something like a gargle in her final efforts. Then she gave out, letting her head sink down below the surface so that he could digest that pretty face of hers. It didn't take long after that. With his beak clenched tight, his eyes half closed, he humped and bucked and groaned his way towards a finish while the lioness perished inside him. Drowning, burning, and softening down to something unrecognizable, she faintly wriggled as her final thoughts faded from her mind and her dying spasms made a marionette of her lifeless body. Mika died there in the middle of the forest, far away from home, digested alive by a hungry gryphon. It was once again enough to rouse him from his subdued manner.

"Ah, Mika, yes!"

He knew the precise moment when she transitioned from living morsel to dead lion meat. It sent a shudder through his body, a tingle up his spine, and left him thrusting into the air as he blew a load all over the forest floor. He marked her passing with the ropes of hot spunk that painted the trees and grass around him. The shape in his gut grew smaller, less distinct even as he jizzed to the pleasure of snuffing her out in his stomach. Without a soul left to observe him, he allowed himself to enjoy his climax in a slightly undignified fashion. A squawk, a huff, another toss of his feathered head, and he squinted at the sky while he squirted out the last few ropes of cum Mika's gruesome demise helped coax out of the gryph's fat nuts.

They'd fill back up just fine with the contributions of that filing lioness. There was plenty of protein to drain from her and assimilate into his body. Maybe he'd be slightly pudgy for a while, but an active gryph like him could quickly work off the excess pudge. It was time to curl up for a nap and finish digesting and absorbing the unlucky lioness. His crows served him well. They picked out another one who was as good a fuck as she was a meal. And now she was done. A layer of fat upon the gryphon's belly to be burned off with some lusty exertion was her legacy. No one was even going to know what happened to her. She wasn't the first to vanish. She wouldn't be the last. Maybe when they finally sent a search party, they might have stumbled on her hollow skull somewhere beneath the branches of a particularly healthy tree.