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If it was to be his final stroll, it was a pretty one. Laurie found himself navigating deeper into the forest than ever before, guided through seemingly unmarked paths by his escort. The blue and grey hybrid gryphon walked on hooves like him, quietly leading the way and glancing back to ensure the girly deer was still following him. Rain glistened on the fragrant leaves, lightly illuminated by the rising sun. They trudged through the dew, surrounded by thriving natural beauty, not speaking a single word.

Why had they chosen him? Laurie thought himself a valued member of the community, but the others had volunteered him so readily. A sacrifice to the goddess. Whatever that meant. Perhaps it was simply that they feared her so much that they wanted to send someone they knew would please her, for whatever her purposes might have been. Was there truly an entire queendom way out there, beyond the reach of anything resembling civilization? He was going to see for himself. After a long, wet march, he heard the singing.

Laurie couldn't make out a single word. The voices drifted up as if from the soil itself, misty and ethereal. They were as sweet as ghosts, sending shudders up his spine as he approached. He saw the temple standing tall amidst the many structures, overgrown with intricately interweaving vines to such an extent he could barely see the stone beneath. It looked like no one had lived there in decades, yet the voices echoing out sounded like they numbered in the thousands.

They fell silent all at once when he set hoof in the queendom proper. The moment he crossed that unseen threshold and stood among the devotees of the queen, there was eerie quiet all around. The villagers called them cultists. They looked like regular people to him. Many of them displayed traits much like his guide, hybrid colours and features that spoke of their unusual parentage. They were polite enough not to stare, but offered him acknowledgement in passing. A zebra-striped wolf regarded him curiously. A horned ocelot offered him a soft smile. A broadly-built brown bear with a pair of great, colourful wings gave him an approving nod. He was welcome there, if still looked upon as an outsider.

Their journey continued without explanation. Laurie followed the bound tail of the horsebird leading him up a flight of expansive stairs, heading towards the open mouth of the grand forest temple. The natural scent of the forest began to blend with something even more pleasing to his senses, the higher they marched. Something sultry tickled his nose. It soothed him as they entered a great hall, walking on towards a pair of double doors that rested wide open, welcoming to all.

Someone strummed an enchanting instrument as Laurie walked into the throne room to gaze upon the goddess herself. He knew Corisande's name and reputation, but little else. She sat massively upon her throne, showing off her impressive wingspan pointing towards one side of the room and the other. The crackling torches reflected upon her shiny ebon plumage, and the naked hide of her equine lower half. The gryphoness wasn't wearing a single shred of clothing, but for some decorative bands and tassels. Laurie couldn't help but stare at her a while. She didn't seem to mind.

He wondered just how silly his expression was right that moment. His jaw had definitely dropped while he took in the expansive motherly curves of the enormous hippogriff. One of her thighs alone was perhaps as thick as his entire body. She was soft and inviting, enticingly shiny and groomed, and ever so plump in such a way that gave her a supremely matronly air. He scanned her up and down a while, trying not to squirm where he stood, until she spoke to the guard who had safely accompanied her gift, her sacrifice.

"Thank you Garron. I will have need of you later."

Her voice was tranquil and kind, and if Laurie wasn't mistaken, a touch flirtatious. Maybe he was just reading into things. The guard gave her a bow, wings outstretched, and departed to leave the deer at the mercy of the court. There were many who observed the proceedings. Her musicians filled the room with an otherworldly sound, plucking, blowing, or drumming their hands upon strange, exotic instruments. While she had no formal royal guards, the sight of a particularly large quadruped gryphon snoozing nearby felt imposing enough. Something told him that one wrong move would have been enough to rouse that large gryph from slumber. Yet Corisande projected such a gentle nature that he didn't feel in danger. He enjoyed hearing her speak.

"Dear one. Come closer to me, and tell me your name, if you like."

It was hardly a command, but Laurie took it as one anyway. He quickly stepped up to the base of her throne, then stopped there, wondering if that was close enough. She looked big from afar, but from up close like that, he could hardly even believe she was real. He was overwhelmed with her presence, immersed in her rich scent, in the fragrances and oils that adorned her feathers and skin alike. She was mesmerizing to the point he almost forgot how to speak, yet gentle and patient enough that she happily waited until he could find his words.

" ... I'm Laurie," he quietly murmured, as if unsure if she would accept that.

"That is a good name for a good boy or girl alike. Which would you prefer I called you? Perhaps another title entirely?"

That sent a hot blush into Laurie's cheeks. He wasn't sure he'd ever actually been asked that so directly before. It felt nice. Though it did get him so flustered that he blurted out his reply like a bleat.

"Boy is fine!"

"Very well. A little closer, please. I want to know more about you."

The way she phrased it made it sound like she had more questions, but she didn't ask. Instead, she waited for him to make his proper approach so she could slowly reach out to touch a talon beneath his chin. Tilting his muzzle up, she leaned close, breathing sweetly over him while he tried not to tremble with nervousness. His gaze flitted around, glancing to the passive onlookers, trying not to stare too intently at her bare bosom directly before him. It felt strangely pleasant just to be inspected like that, especially when she began stroking down his sides, lifting one arm then the other, taking him in from every angle.

When she casually touched at the loincloth that had kept him covered throughout the journey, he gave a little gasp. Not because he was afraid to be touched like that, but because stripping down was going to reveal just how excited she was making him. Basking in her was getting him uncontrollably stiff beneath that one piece of clothing. Was she going to chide him for such a lack of discipline? Was an outsider like him even allowed to be turned on by her naked, godly body?

"Don't be afraid, Laurie. I have called you here to indulge in the greatest of mortal pleasures. There is no shame in displaying your desire. All shall be fulfilled, in time."

With that, she tugged at the binding string that kept that cloth in place, and let it fall. His pretty pink cock stood up tall for her. It probably wasn't all that impressive for someone of her size, especially someone who was half horse, yet she still took the time to touch and admire it like it was something special. Running those black, scaled fingers along its underside, touching at his tip, even going down to cup and heft his balls, she made him feel like he was the most virile buck around while she played with him. A squeeze of his perky butt with the rest just made him feel all the more admired.

"Oh, they have been entirely too kind. You shall do nicely, my cute new breeder."

She arched her beak in her warmest smile as she glowed down at him, seemingly radiating love and charm. When she was done touching and left him absolutely throbbing for her, rocking on his hooves with every body-claiming throb, she laid her hands upon his shoulders. Gentle at first, then more firmly, she guided him between her thighs, bringing his muzzle closer and closer to the plump lips of her dark, equine pussy. It was already shining brightly with a sheen of her lust, radiating an intoxicating fragrance that nearly made his eyes roll back in his head with lust.

"But first. I wish to feel your tribute. Lose yourself in the scent of your new goddess, Laurie."

It was all he could do not to simply dive in and never emerge. He didn't need her to guide him where she wanted him. Shoving his face firmly into those folds, he enveloped himself in her richest flavours, swimming in her divine pheromones while he swallowed as deep a lungful as he could. Holding it there, he simmered in her, growing more and more intoxicated by the moment, forgetting all about any worries and fears that had formed during the journey there. All it took was sticking his face in that thick, warm horse cunt, and all was better in Laurie's world.

He couldn't resist tasting. Snug between her thick, matronly thighs, he kissed at her folds and got his tongue going over them as thoroughly as he could. There were so very many juices for him to sweep up. His licks just seemed to make her wetter, ensuring his work was never done. Sucking, slurping, smooching, he immersed himself deeper and deeper, all but shoving his head entirely inside her pussy while he tasted her. Simply serving her was pleasure enough for him, but it turned him on all the more to hear her moaning for him. Knowing he was doing a good job was enough to make him double, even triple his efforts, ravenously slobbering all over her sweet sex, shoving his face in deeper and deeper to eat her out while she winked in pleasure around his muzzle.

While Laurie worshipped her life-giving sex, Corisande slowly rose up from her throne. She stood tall on her two golden hooves while he stuffed himself inside her cunt. With him so eagerly devoted to her pleasure, it was easy to nudge him over until she eased him down on his back. The great soft carpet that led to the horsebird's throne was thick for a reason. It made for ample padding to cushion him while the cultist queen sat right down on his face. She was ever so careful to cradle him just right between her thighs, hooves still planted to take some of the weight off his chest while she settled her ample ass atop him, pinning him in place, keeping him immersed and smothered in the sex he'd swiftly learned to adore.

"Little deer. You show me such kindness though we are little more than strangers. I can sense how virile you are. Beneath the pretty face you are a stud. It shall be my honour to take your seed."

She spoke as if singing, grinding on his face the entire while. He was slathered in her juices by then, swallowing them down with plenty more pouring down his chin. Still he endured, eating her out as deeply as his outstretched tongue could reach, curling and stroking, massaging her within. His cock was rigid by then, somewhere beyond just hard. She was so very shapely that sitting atop his face was enough to eclipse his entire upper half, leaving his shaft splashing some shooting streaks of precum over the shiny cheeks of her rear. She tossed her tail and gave a huff, along with a throaty caw when his slurping brought from her an intense clenching flex of that plump pussy, one that nearly dragged him fully inside her.

Instead, she took that as a sign it was time to pull up from his face before he suffocated on his devotion. Pulling from that smother was like parting from a particularly deep kiss, complete with a wet pop as she finally got his muzzle free from her depths. He remained where he was, utterly drenched in her fragrance, in her flavour, cock standing up tall for her whenever she needed it. A glance back put a smile on her face. He stiffened all over when she grasped him even lightly. Cooing and humming, she soothingly stroked him for a while, simply admiring what he had on offer.

"Let us have a closer look at that. You throb so proudly for me, Laurie. You show such promise."

He gasped himself back to stable breathing just in time for him to utterly black out his vision once more as she sat on him again. This time, she did it facing away from him, coming down on him to squish him with the tremendous heft of her shapely ass, squeezing him between those cheeks until he was immersed nose-first inside her pussy. He could hardly even eat her out like that.

Instead, she began to slowly bounce and grind on his snout, from nose to chin, using his whole pretty face as her personal sex toy. He was more than happy to simply feel her slipping and sliding over his features, but he got a further reward for his fine work in the form of those dark fingers dancing up and down his dick, stroking him just enough to keep him primed and ready for whatever she needed from him.

Such casual stroking grew more intense as she rubbed herself into croaking, cawing pleasure while she bounced her fine rump over his whole head. He could feel the wobbles in her juicy form while he spurted over her digits, whimpering beneath her sex. The desperation to blow his load right that very moment was enough to leave his every muscle feeling like they were seizing out, consuming him with the urges, edging his way to unbearable pleasure. Yet it wasn't to be. Even in the throes of tensing, flexing, twitching near-orgasm, Corisande wouldn't rub him over the edge, instead ceasing her stroking moments before it was enough to set him.

"Ah ah," she chided him, tapping a finger on the leaking tip of his cock. "I am not about to let you waste something so precious. This greedy goddess wants it all for herself."

While she spoke, she rose up from him once more. This time, she needed to plant a hand on his shoulder just to get the leverage she needed to dislodge him from her cunt. It took a little wiggling, especially when she was squeezing down so tightly, flexing up tight as her own lust rose. Those inner muscles already felt incredible working around his face. He couldn't wait to feel them on his cock. His only worry was whether he was enough for her, whether a woman of such size and such immense desire could be satisfied with a comparatively modest buck. All was washed away in time.

Turning once more, she faced him, letting him see her smile. His vision was slightly blurred for all the juices clinging to his face, but he could feel the warmth radiating off of her, in more than one sense. With her hands firmly on his shoulders, she mounted him, lowering herself down on his cock, letting him sink inside her all in one smooth motion. Sweetly sheathed in her heat, her luciously wet sex, she squeezed away every last one of her worries when she clamped up tight around his cock from tip to the very base. It didn't matter how big he was when she could tighten up those muscles and milk him dry while she rode him.

They were still playing some strange, exotic tune nearby even while Corisande fucked her guest right in her own throne room. There was nothing scandalous about it - though there were plenty of eyes upon the two of them and their divine courtship. He could only reach up to weakly grasp her, stroking down her sides, playing with her bouncing tits while she began to rock and bounce. The schlurk and slurp of her pussy sliding up and down his shaft rang out through the room, drowning out the music. She made her own song out of her crowing moans and equine puffs while she bounced her ample body on his trembling cock.

It would have been ever so easy to just blow his load inside her right that very moment. Somehow, he held on. Whether it was his own willpower, his desire to serve her as she deserved, or she was expertly working his dick to keep him perpetually edging between her shiny thighs, he had no idea. All he knew was she was tremendous.

He was patting, then smacking at her hips while she fucked his cock into her, milking him with those inner muscles, kneading him to his peak and keeping him there without release. His moans fell to shaky gasps, along with the occasional sharp bleat that escaped him like a scream. Such pleasure was more than a simple villager like him had ever experienced, was ever meant to experience. He wondered if he might lose his mind in the ecstasy of being between the breeder queen's thighs.

"Now," she began, at merely a whisper. "I am almost ready for your seed, dear Laurie. Impregnate the queen of the forest. Let us make something new together."

In case that wasn't blunt enough she leaned right down towards him, smothering him between her tits, pushing her beak right near one of his ears where it stuck out from her cleavage.

"Breed me."

She wasn't about to make such demands from him without working for it. Grinding on his dick, rutting, bouncing, thumping her hips down firmly enough to bruise if she wasn't so soft all over, she milked him to the edge and finally let him go all the way. He made some kind of sound between her breasts, but it was far too muffled to say for sure. It was probably embarrassing anyway. That was the best he could do while his body was wrapped up in flexing, arching, twitching ecstasy beyond anything he'd ever experienced. His soul all but left his body, drained from him by the shuddering orgasms possessing every last piece of his essence.

He came for her. Just as she demanded. It was as good as a religious experience for him while he pumped that pure, thick deer seed straight into her fertile pussy. His balls flexed and clenched out the excess juices, keeping him cumming second after second. She wouldn't let him stop. Those inner squeezes took it all, straight into her waiting womb while she sang his praises in a shaky, warbled song of bliss. He felt her juices pouring over his fur, soaking his nuts, pooling beneath him while he filled her up with every drop of spunk he could physically produce. Yet for all the pleasure, the pride of knowing he made the queen herself cum felt just as good.

Just when he thought the peak was fading, it started up all over again. Whether it was an extended cumshot, or she'd managed to work him from base to climax in a matter of seconds, it didn't matter. He kept cumming, kept filling her, kicking his hooves beneath her as his legs went numb and he emptied his seed into her waiting womb, filling her, breeding her, making something new with her. That she deemed him worthy of mating with, of creating some kind of hybrid with simply kept him shooting for her. He came until his mind went blank, his vision was black, and his body was nearly numb all over. Only then did he feel the grip on his cock lessen.

She settled with a sigh and a wiggle of her hips and tail, sending him to yelping as she stimulated his utterly drained shaft. He hadn't softened. A squeeze of a hug, a peak of her beak against his cheek, and she slowly began to rise up. The succulent schlurp of her pulling off of him was pleasant, but the sensation was a shock enough to make him cry out. It only lasted a moment. He was left squirming and shaking as she crouched above him. The feeling slowly returned to his legs. Yet through it all, he refused to soften, couldn't stop throbbing for her, no matter how much he'd already given.

"You are even better than I thought," she warmly told him.

"Th-thank you, miss ... um, your majesty ..." he murmured.

"Corisande is just fine. Or Queen, if you like saying it." She smiled as she stroked up and down his chest, letting him catch his breath for just a short time. Her urging came long before he thought he was ready to move. "Rise."

He wouldn't have been surprised if he was paralyzed from having that massive woman ride him like that. Yet when she told him to move, he moved. It wasn't even a struggle to climb back to his hooves. He was filled with renewed vigour just by being around her, thriving in the natural vitality of her presence. If she wanted more, he was going to find some way to muster up the stamina for her. She never rose up fully. Instead, she turned her back to him, caressing his face with a swish of her tail before sinking to her knees, and her hands. Stretched out like that, that dripping sex was at about face level with him.

"I know you can please me like a true stud. Mount up on your goddess, Laurie. Fuck her as hard as you can."

"I'll try," he told her, trying to sound confident.

He would have been more intimidated if not for the smile she cast his way as she looked back. That alone was encouragement enough to make him believe he could do anything. Though just getting high enough to actually fuck her was going to be a challenge. He stood up tall on his hooves, leaning his weight against her backside to brace himself. Climbing her a little, he laid himself over her back, hugging around the massive expanse of her hips. It was a little awkward, a little silly, but she was patient with him. The effort was worth it when it meant he got to dip beneath her hiked tail and feel that divine cunt hugging up around his cock once more as he sank sweetly inside her plump pussy.

Once she got to squeezing, he barely had to fuck her to pleasure them both. She simply couldn't help herself, sealing tight around his cock and keeping a constant kneading pressure going that massage his every single buried inch. He tapped his balls up against those thick folds, feeling her winking on him in sudden, almost aggressive flexes. She wasn't smothering the sounds he made anymore. He cried out and whimpered for all to hear, mixing in some inelegant cervine noises in the process. Yet for as much as he was trembling with pleasure after a mere few seconds inside of her, he didn't lose focus for long. It was difficult to brace himself, and his energy was flagging, but he remained determined to fuck that horsebird as hard as she deserved.

Laurie had never been with a woman like her, to say the least. Nor had he found himself in such a position either. He didn't know precisely what to do, but he knew how to lunge and thrust with all his remaining might. The satisfyingly wet plap of his balls against her dripping folds sounded good enough. She croaked and cawed for him every few thrusts while he humped away at her. Watching the ripples through her curves, the jiggles of her ass and thighs, the bounce of her breasts and belly just inspired him to pound at her all the harder.

When he found his angle, he worked himself into a rapid-fire pounding, knowing well she could handle such a thing. There was no need to be gentle with a goddess. If that truly was more than just a title anyway. It fit her. His fingers dug into her hips to brace him while he wildly fucked her, making her tighter and tighter around him, wetter by the moment. What he lacked for expertise he made up for in eagerness, smacking her ass with his hips, throwing himself into every thrust. It was enough to get him puffing, to leave him groaning with the effort it took to keep going after she'd already drained his balls twice. Yet for all the pleasure he'd already experienced, he still wasn't dry. He still had more to give his queen.

The way she moaned for him almost sounded exaggerated, but there was no faking the flexing contractions of her cumming once more. At first it was just an intense, winking squeeze, but it grew much more rapid as he rutted away. Sweat dribbled down his face as he gave her everything, slamming his doeboi cock into her from behind, bouncing that great thick ass up and down. Yet for all his exertion, she still chose the precise moment when they both came. A sudden clamp kept him in place, then there came those pumping, milking squeezes faster than he could even count them.

They were more than enough to make him cum for her once again. Somehow, he still had more to give, plenty more. Where he felt as if she'd milked him dry minutes ago, listening to her moaning and singing in her deep corvid voice sent him straight to another splattering, extended peak. One cumshot, two, maybe even three poured out of him all at once in a constant stream of hot deer cum. He shot it straight inside her all over again, not wasting a single drop but for what squirted out of her along with her own gushing juices. She drenched him from belly to knees in the juices of her glorious orgasm, letting him glow and steam in her heated scent while he trickled down from wailing ecstasy.

Slumping made him almost fall from atop her back. He held on tight while he pulled his cock halfway out of her with a sudden yank, making them both gasp. A mix of their juices poured down their thighs while he clung to her, catching his breath once more. The glow that emanated from them both felt tangible, bringing all his emotions, all his sensations into one heavenly feeling. So that was what they meant by a sacrifice. Not to be placed on the altar or fed to a dragon, but to service and satisfy the amorous queen of the forest cult. That, he could happily live with. Yet his contentment and security was shaken when he noticed the enormous presence that had snuck up behind him in the aftermath of their mating until he made a curious rumbling caw.

The heft of that figure overtook the deer's vision, startling Laurie. He whipped around to gaze up into the golden eyes of that same sleeping gryphon he'd spotted on his way towards the queen. How he'd managed to get up and move across the room without alerting the skittish deer to his presence until that moment, Laurie had no idea. He just knew that he was naked and vulnerable, looking up at a beast who probably outweighed him a dozen times over. From that intense, lustful glare, the black bird liked what he saw.

The deer pulled himself from the hippogriff's depths, leaving his dick dripping as he turned himself to face the gryphon regarding him. His eyes were wide. His words were caught in his throat. Maybe this was the sacrifice they spoke of all along. Was his offering of seed simply a matter of taking what she could before Corisande tossed him to the brutal beast who guarded the queen. He didn't move, certain for a time that he was dealing with a wild animal, a creature whose whims meant life or death for the nervous deer. At least until there came a voice from the beak of that great gryph like smoothed, refined thunder.

"Handsome doe, isn't he?"

"He is a very good boy," Corisande fondly said as rolled herself over once more, leaning back against the base of her throne.

"Ah, but he looks at me with such terror in his eyes. Do forgive me poking my beak into things. I mean you no harm" The gryphon spread his majestic wings and bowed low. "Call me Xavier, if that helps."

After introducing himself, the gryphon made himself slightly less imposing by having a seat on his haunches. He still towered over Laurie and even Corisande herself, but he looked more relaxed at least. More importantly, such a posture allowed Laurie a good look at a smooth set of glossy black gryphon nuts about as large as his head each. They rested snugly beneath a plump sheath that was rather unsubtle about expressing Xavier's approval of Corisande's new breeder, projecting some warm masculine gryphon musk to go along with the horsebird's own fertile feminine scent.

"You are more than welcome to join us," she said. "Assuming, of course, that Laurie doesn't mind some attention from my dear father?"

Laurie looked the gryphon over, and couldn't help but wonder at what kind of mare he had fucked to produce such a gorgeous daughter. It didn't take long to make the deer hard again, just staring at those supremely shapely nuts on display. The purple hybrid shaft that slowly slipped from its thickly-furred sheath was an impressive one, if intimidating. Laurie had no idea how he was supposed to deal with a gryph cock that was already the side of his arm before it was even fully hard, but then, he'd already doubted himself once. Those gryphons had ways of making him feel so much more capable than he thought he was.

It occurred to him that he'd been asked a question. "Um. Well, I don't mind at all if you don't."

"I thought as much. Ahh, hear that desire in his voice!" Corisande happily exclaimed. "You do have such an effect on the cute boys, father."

"It is rather consistent, isn't it?" The gryph beamed proudly while his cock stood up taller, thicker, forming out a solid, knotted base, erecting several short, stimulating feline spines near the tip.

That just meant even more of that supremely pleasing musk washing through Laurie's senses. He wanted to worship that gryphon too. It was like his body started moving on his own, compelled through sight and scent alone out of the intense desire to know what that cock tasted like. Xavier lured him over without so much as saying a word. He left himself on offer for the deer as Laurie sank into the gryphon's underside under the watchful, approving gaze of the horsebird cultist.

"Take all the time you need, Laurie. I always appreciate the attention," Xavier fondly told him.

That was invitation enough to make the doeboi dive for that gryphon dick. He smothered himself smoothly against the silky fur of those fat balls, immersing himself in the scent before he even started licking. Once he started slurping, he didn't stop. Not when the flavour was that good. He heard Corisande lightly chuckle behind him, but that didn't dissuade him in the slightest. He wasn't ashamed of how much he instantly adored his captors, if they could even be called that. Nothing about his situation felt against his will.

After he'd done a fine job polishing up those fat, potent nuts, he began to lick his way up the violet tower of stiff gryph cock. A trickle of delicious juices met his tongue along the way. He lapped up every drop he got, desperate for more on the first taste. As for how he was supposed to get his mouth around that shaft, he really didn't know. It was far too big to suck on, but he could lick it all he liked. Xavier was patient, never urging him to do more, simply basking in the attention with the occasional puff of air or corvidian groan while he got his dick slobbered on by the eager deer.

Drooling his way back down, Laurie smothered himself in gryphon nuts again, swimming in the silky scent emanating from that warm fur. He felt those balls churning, flexing up with the rising tension his attention inspired. That gryph wanted to fuck, though Laurie had no idea how to accomplish that. That cock would have impaled him. He was just going to have to give it a good worshipping and leave the gryphon to find someone who could properly satisfy him, cleaning that oozing pre from the glistening shaft towering before him. He worshipped at that altar, accepting he was insufficient to please the beast. Or at least that was what he thought.

Xavier was patient right up until the moment he wasn't. He reached down to clutch the deer with one of those front feet, pulling him away from that cock Laurie so adored. Instead, he pushed him into Corisande's embrace once more. The horsebird stroked him with her wings, welcoming him between her thighs while he throbbed. She took him down to the floor with her, cuddling him close, laying him atop her bust while he rested on the belly he'd so nicely filled with his cum.

If his goddess wanted more, he was certainly going to give it. Yet she simply held him there between her thighs, snug and safe. He wondered what she was waiting for, right up until Xavier mounted him. He was overtaken by the gryphon's bulk, weighted down by that great big cock resting on his back, smeared with those lovely juices all the more. Was he simply going to be a toy to rub on until the gryphon came? He could work with that. Yet Xavier seemed determined to slip back and push his thick shaft between the cheeks of the deer boi's girly ass, prodding imposingly as if he thought he might actually fit.

"Ah - Xavier, sir, I don't think ..." he began.

"It will fit. All it takes is a little faith," the gryphon insisted back.

Laurie was left biting his lower lip while that cock rubbed at his rim. Corisande hugged him and stroked his arm, murmuring in her soothing voice.

"Trust us, Laurie. No harm will come to you. You are capable of so much more than you think."

Such words were plenty encouraging, but he hardly saw how they were supposed to help him take a cock as long as his torso. His doubts remained even as Xavier began to push forth, easing his slick shaft into the deer's perky butt. Laurie cried out at first, but that was just a reflex. It was so comfortable pushing into him, sliding into him until he could feel those gentle spines stroking over his insides. They were intensely stimulating, but never scratchy, massaging his tender boi button on the way towards stuffing his belly with an obscene amount of gryphon cock.

While Xavier penetrated him, Corisande took Laurie by the hands, intertwining her fingers with his own. She pulled him closer, snuggled up to her middle while his cock glazed her tender sex. The tingling pressure on his prostate kept the deer utterly hard. It was easy to slip inside the gryphoness' marecunt once more, feeling it loosely accepting him then hungrily clamping up tight once more. She worked and kneaded him such that he didn't even need to thrust to get them both off. Xavier soon did that for him anyway.

Halfway buried in tender deer butt, the gryphon started to hump and slap Laurie's backside with his big fat nuts. He wasn't nearly as gentle as seemed necessary. The doeboi braced himself, expecting to be broken in half by that feral lust, but he found himself somehow enduring. His belly bulged right up to his chest with the size of that cock stretching him out, but he held onto Corisande's hands and fucked her to the rhythm of Xavier's hips rolling like a storming sea. He was caught up between two generations of glorious gryphons, clinging on desperately while they took all the pleasure from him he had left to give.

Every stroke of Xavier's cock inside him plunged him forth to pound his balls against the lips of Corisande's sex. That filled-out knot thumped him hard, rattling his body, jamming his own dick deep into the hippogriff while he whimpered and wailed for them. He was somewhere beyond moaning at that point. It wasn't quite a scream either. He didn't have the strength for that. Xavier bucked and pumped, mating him like a hen, pounding and smacking his butt and thighs alike with those heavy nuts. It hardly seemed like he was holding anything back.

Somehow, Laurie took pleasure from it all. He didn't even feel a strain, nor any sort of pain. Kissing the breasts before him, he let himself be taken for a ride, fucking his queen to the plce of Xavier's driving thrusts. Corisande was just as relentless about squeezing and milking him dry, kneading, working, squishing that taut mare pussy around his every inch to the point she almost refused to let go. Xavier just drove him deeper and deeper into the slick sex enveloping his every single inch, leaving him drooling into the feathery cleavage in his face, losing his thoughts as pleasure hit him from seemingly every angle.

It wasn't his choice when to cum again. A good thrust hit him right where he was most sensitive, bulging him out with thick gryphon cock. The pussy squeezing on his dick clenched and tugged him deeper, nearly pulling his balls inside the horsebird while she milked him. He fell all but limp, flopping forth, bleating out one last time. Then all fall to something of a whisper, a desperate murmur as something greater than ecstasy overtook him and he offered all the cum left in his body to his goddess.

Xavier went stiffer, pulsing rigidly inside the deer while Laurie bucked and shook with orgasm. It was enough to make those fat gryph nuts pump and clench, working, churning, squeezing out a fat load that bulged down his purple shaft and exploded inside the pretty deer. The gryph gave a crowing cry of bliss as he bottomed out within that cute, overstuffed butt, humping at it to help milk his huge cock dry. Laurie was surrounded by the sound of splurching and squirting as he rolled in writhing, kicking, trembling orgasm with the two birds. They all went off at once, and they made such a mess of each other, inside and out.

It didn't take long for Laurie to start overflowing. Some of it poured and squirted out around the top of that heavy knot tapping on his butt. He was frankly relieved Xavier hadn't tried to wedge that inside him. It was bigger than his head. The gryph didn't pull out though, even as the deer's belly started expanding to a pregnant size. He kept on pumping his cum into that good little doeboi until Laurie started drooling the musky load. Xavier came all the way through him, turning that dribble into a spurt from the deer's open mouth, splashing Corisande's tits in the big gryph's spunk when the girly buck simply couldn't hold anymore.

Only then was he allowed to slump down and recover. Coughing, choking even, but slowly clearing his throat, Laurie drooled some more as he rested with his cock deep inside the gryphoness queen. He kissed her when he had any control of his body again. It was the first thing he thought to do. Licking those splattered tits, he did his best to clean her up without even needing to be told such a thing. That was where he directed his focus, trying not to cry out as Xavier slowly slurked his cock from that overflowing hole.

A messy pop sent an excess of cum absolutely gushing out of the stretched deer. For the size of the cock inside him moments ago, he sealed up nice and tight all over again. There was something slightly more than natural about those gryphons. Corisande could make him cum so many more times than he ever thought possible, and Xavier could mount and fuck him like a lady gryphon without breaking him. He ran his talons slowly down Laurie's back while the deer lay twitching atop Corisande, unable to move. The two gryphs exchanged a smile in the aftermath of conquering that girly sacrifice.

"I like him," Xavier simply said, chuckling at the understatement.

"He is a worthy offering. I know he shall find a good life among the queendom. Yet we have a decision ahead of us. Just who shall keep him?"

---

"I wouldn't deny you such a gift," Xavier said. "I see the way he looks at you. It was adoration at first sight. Or infatuation, perhaps."

Leaning down, he nuzzled his beak against Laurie's side, stroking a fluffy cheek along that swollen belly.

"I may have to borrow him from time to time, however."

Corisande cooed. "You are more than welcome to. What's mine is yours."

Then she brought him close, hugging him, squeezing some of the cum out of him in the process. Her own belly was taut with his spunk. He'd managed to give her so very much, but he was finally done, finally spent. His cock slowly flopped from those depths with another splash, underwhelming compared to all that came before. He was soft, breathless, and exhausted. Corisande knew just what to do with such a worn-out deer.

Being wrapped up in her wings was like being snuggled into the softest blanket he'd ever felt. He nuzzled her bust while she laid little beak-kisses atop his head and licked his cheek. They were wet and sweaty, slathered in each other's scents - but mostly hers. Yet even so, she was happy to carry him to her royal bed and lay him out amidst the silken covers, cuddled up close to her bosom while she cooed and crowed him her sweetest songs. It was time to sleep with his new goddess, but first she explained to him precisely what was to become of him under her wing.

"You shall make the finest of shrine maidens, my sweet Laurie. You shall kneel at my hooves and occupy my royal court, tending to me, pleasuring me, breeding with me again, and again. In return, I shall take the utmost care of you. You are precious to me now. How does that sound to you?"

Looking up at the beautiful, bountiful bird, he couldn't feel anything more than utter love for her. He kissed her and squeezed her and she hugged him right back with those soft wings. The village had chosen him as a sacrifice, but she had chosen him as her own.

---

"Will you forgive me this indulgence?" Xavier humbly asked, though there was humour in his voice. "I think I may be fond of this boy."

"Then he shall be yours. Aside from when I call upon him to tend to me," Corisande graciously answered.

From there, Xavier grasped the deer by the waist, wrapping him up in one of those dark, scaled feet. Pulling him free of the horsebird's sex with an enduring squelch made him gasp. He was left dripping and trailing cum as he got carried away, though they didn't go far. Xavier soon set him down again somewhere near where he had begun, curling up to one side of the room to make himself comfortable again. This time, he got Laurie snuggled in right with him.

The deer soon found himself overwhelmingly smothered between the thighs of the gryphon's pantherine hindquarters, smothered against the smooth, silky fur of his sack. His face was fully enveloped between those two titanic balls. Xavier sighed and settled in. It didn't seem like he was going anywhere for a while. Laurie was just going to have to make the most of the situation, pressed up against the biggest, more impressive nuts he'd ever seen.

"That's right," came the gryphon's voice, complete with some seductive feline rumble. "Get yourself comfortable, and drunk on my scent. You're going to make a fine ball-polisher. Something tells me you'll never tire of your new task."

Snuggling, nose, sniffing, even huffing that heavy musk, Laurie found himself blanking out, diminishing. He was so very tired, but that masculine warmth sustained him, kept him focused - or focused solely on his new master, at least. That was all that mattered anymore. He was a sacrifice, after all. His fate was much less grim than he feared, and he was wrapped up with his new obsession. The simple deer had always been looking for a purpose in life, and it just so happened to consist of worshipping a gryphon's enormous nuts every single passing day.