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The large male gryphon yawns quite bored from his perch high above the cliff face, his vivid neon blue arousal pressing limply against his belly, casually aroused from waking. At this point he's considering his options- perhaps out to hunt or to a lake for a bath, maybe even a sort flight to just get the blood flowing in places other than his crotch. Still debating internally, the great beast scratches his lower belly and crotch idly, rubbing an itchy spot on his sheath when he spots something down below. Keen sharp gryphon eyes easily pick out the shape of a dragon on the ground below, the form attractively curved and blue as the purest skyshade.

The curious feline in him scoots to the edge, watching the drake, his majestic form easily hidden so high up, wondering what the creature was doing so far out here. The blue appeared to be exploring and, with nothing better to do, the large gryphon casually stalked the winged beast. He'd always had a soft spot for dragons, usually beneath his talons, they were fun to play with and easy to manipulate if one knew the right buttons to press. Plus he was big enough to take on even some of larger drakes and enjoyed the fights; it helped keep his talons and wit sharp.

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She sniffs around, poking her snout here and there, the young female exploring curiously. Out and about to see new sights on her recent flight, she had landed to rest her flight muscles, eyes and ears keenly taking in the area with much interest. Her tail makes the odd twitch or flick here and there, but mostly her form does seem relaxed. What exactly she is doing is unclear to her stalker, only that her demeanor seems pleasant, and that her form is graceful, unfettered by injuries or pregnancy, healthy and strong.

She spies the lake in the distance, considering a cool dip, sniffs the wind for any scents that linger, detecting numerous prey she could hunt, but for now it seems her curiosity is what's keeping her snout poking and paws moving to follow signs you cannot know. Unaware of the spying gryphon, she's lost in her own little world, mostly, though perhaps there is a good reason she's out and about in a strange territory she's never visited before, lovely sapphire hide glistening in the bright sun and eyes full of life and beauty.

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The feathered beast slinks through rocks and around crevices, following the dragon casually... or dragoness as his sensitive beak soon realizes with unmistakable clarity. Females were so much more interesting to play with, so much easier to tease. Considering what to do with her, the large male slips ahead of her path and finds a suitable location. Dragons had an insatiable curiosity of things that sparkled and that knowledge allowed the feathered male to trick their kind used many times before.

Stepping inside the cave entrance, the great beast's entire body changes under the veil of shadow, rings of his form glowing with a subtle blue luminescence, his fur and feathers sparkling like a night sky full of stars. Taking a careful moment, he lifts a wing and draws slow intricate lines just within the mouth of the cave, his bioluminescence painting the wall, leaving a streak of his glow as well as a bit of his curious scent on the wall. Satisfied that she'd be hard to miss it, he moves deeper into the cave and repeats the process in a different location, doing so over and over creating a path deep within the cavern structure to lead the scaled creature on into an elaborate labyrinth. Now it was time to see of she'd fall for it...

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She picks up the scent before she sees the glow, the passing by breeze drawing the warmth of the unfamiliar gryphon's aroma to her curious nose. It tingles a little and makes her own difficulties a touch worse, but with a flick of her tail she ignores the issues and decides to follow that scent. It of course leads her to the blue glow in the cave entrance, eyes widening in curiosity and letting a soft murr escape her lips, tail making several quick slices through the air. There's but a moment of hesitation, and then she pads forward, sniffing at the mark on the entrance and snorting out softly as some of the natural dirt and dust comes with the scent.

Slowly, she steps inside and follows her nose and the trailed markings on the wall. As she goes deeper, she triggers her own luminescence, helping to light her way and make herself more visible so she'll not startle whoever lives here, a part of her wondering if this was done for her benefit, maybe for visitors in general, or some odd natural cave formation. Either way she goes deeper, scent following her as she goes, and as she nears the gentle movement of air finds you before she does, and you soon know why she's out and about, trying to have a cool day of exploration to take her mind off her inner heat.

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Oh... what's this? She glows too- how innnntresting... Hiding himself behind an outcropping of rocks, he just watches her approach the last marking a good 5 or 10 minutes into the cave and waits. Finding nothing at the end of her trip, the dragoness looks about with no luck, turning back to try and find the previous mark, only to find it faded and gone. Mmm, ohh, that wasn't what he thought it was... could it be this lovely little find had not only fallen right in the midst of his trap but also in the prime of her season?

He felt his sheath stir with renewed interest, this was going to be even more fun then he first realized. Taking a deep breath of that alluring scent, he focused his voice and cast it to bounce some distance off to the side. "What have we here little morsel." He rumbled in a deep, obviously male tone. "Something has fallen into my web it seems." Shifting his position, he watched her spin about to face the phantom voice, casting his next words in an entirely different direction. "Are you lost little one?" He purrmed loudly in satisfaction.

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The dragoness blinks, sniffing at the wall where she thought the mark was. Keen eyes can see the tunnel with her own glow, and down a ways, but her guiding lights no longer show themselves. It's only when you speak that she realizes it was indeed fully for her benefit, and now, though she can see enough to move, she had not bothered to memorize her way out. Ears perked, eyes darting first one way, then another as she tenses up sharply from the surprise of being trapped in some creature's sick little game. "Who's there?" She hisses, tail lashing in anger and peering around every rock, moving to venture about the various outcropping as she searches for the source of the voice first one way, then back to another before she just stops and tries to follow her nose and look for any source of glowing light. "Show yourself, or are you only capable of drawing pretty colors for trickery?"

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"Oh I am cable of much more then that pretty dragonessss," He hisses the words in an obfuscated direction as he slips around a side passage. "You're in my den now, my property." As you're looking one way trying to find the source of the sound, he slips up beside you and brushes a wing tip against the base of your tail, the delicate touch barely recognized and by the time you turn to look, there's a streak of his glowing luminescence on you. "I could be generous and let you leave but you'd have to give me something in return." Never giving you even a fleeting glimpse of the creature that terrorizes you, he teases your senses unnervingly, slipping around to the other side to make a mark on your other half again, this time a little lower against your undertail.

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She snorts at the voice, no longer moving about for your amusement she turns careful, tense and coiled up ready to pounce the moment she sees something that resembles her aggressor. "Your den, mmm? You led me here; certainly you could lead me out and would wish to do so- lest I become angry. "There is confidence in her voice, but it's shaken when that touch comes and the trailing light is left at her tailbase. There's a moment of curious inspection, admiring your stealth in getting so close, as well as lovely color left behind, not unlike her own glowing blue. Then it's there again, hissing as she darts to the side away from the touch, spinning around to see the glow in the air but no male attached to it. "Hmph, and what would you ask in return for allowing me to leave?" The female asks, claws squeezing into the smooth stone beneath angrily, letting you hear the stone be marred under powerful talons.

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"You would please me as a female dose a male until I am satisfied." He moves, clawing and clinging to the roof above you, still throwing his voice about to keep you confused and on edge. "And should you refused I shall take my pleasure from you anyway, leaving you here to wander aimlessly." So worried with the source of the voice, you haven't noticed the dozens of slowly added markings he's added all over the small cavern, allowing him to blend in much easier now so when a thick glob of glowing sticky juice dribbles down over your nose, it takes you a moment to realize what it came from. As you glance up you see some of the glowing patterns move rapidly out of view, disappearing behind an unmarked rock, gone before you have a chance to strike. Whatever it is is BIG, easily as big as you are. Only after all those thoughts and worries are pushed through your mind do you take a breath and realize what the glowing substance on your nose is, the scent screaming MALE to your mind, the creature's semen tingling with life as it fills your lungs with a heady aroma, somewhat familiar too.

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Royelle hisses out at your reply and makes a loud snort. "You think you can have what doesn't belong to you? I may get lost, but I bet I'll find my way out eventually, and I'm in no mood for such a creature as you." She snarls, darting around again as she's marked once more, only to have something hot and wet douse her muzzle. Blinking, she looks at her own painted snout and when it finally registers you can see it on her face, a subtle murr leaving her lips as she takes in the scent of the fertile semen on her nose, involuntarily licking at the fresh seed and blinking at herself as she tastes it. There's a shake of her head and angry hiss, stupid hormones from her estrus trying to over write her logical sense.

Head snapping up after that little revelry she gazes to the ceiling too late to see more than something scurrying away with a nervous swallow. Very large...hmm...her tail still lashing and, painted as it is, makes quite the pretty show as it dances about in her angered flicking. Maybe if she draws him out by agreeing she can tear him apart enough to get his submission... "Alright." She finally says after a moment. "As long as you take me out of here." Her eyes still looking, claws making another scratching sound that fills the air as she tries to spot where you've run off to, all the markings leaving you den quite lit, coupled with her own glow. Of course she does eventually recognize the scent...

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In a time far too quick, he's around and behind you, his glow illuminating his impressive build. With an easy movement, he comes up behind you and curls his sharp talons around your throat, thoroughly enjoying that bodily tension that grips your sexy form. "Mmm, I knew you'd see it my way." He coos powerfully, holding you in a position where he could easily tear your throat free. "As I said before, this is my den, it and everything within is my domain to do with as I please." He leans his sharp beak up to your ear and hisses into it, nibbling gently on the subtle curve. "That includes you my dear."

Still holding your throat in his talons, the large gryphon moves around before you, his features much more easily visible now giving you a full frontal view of the creature that holds you in his rapture. His taloned claws slide up your throat and take hold of your jaw, holding you, turning you this way and that as if inspecting a prized broodmare while he sits in a position that just reveals his slick member and heavy swollen orbs which rest on the cool stone. "You would get lost just attempting to navigate this one room and furthermore, you'd never make it out without my blessing, I would make sure of it." A wide devilish gryphon-grin spreads across his beak.

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The cobalt female shivers and goes rigid when those long, sharp claws press to her throat, the dragoness going completely still, even her tail as she takes in the scent of your seed and form now so close. She's thinking it over, knowing right now isn't the time, ears pinning back against her head in anger and submission both as she tries to put you at least a little on ease, hoping to get the time to strike. "Whatever you say, this may be your den, but I am not your property, or anyone else's!" Comes the reply, despite the nervous swallow you feel, some of her confidence lost in that warm voice but still defiant, still full of fight. The ear twitches and she lets out a quiet hiss, her fores digging another good furrow mark as she has to let you enjoy that soft flesh, her scent much stronger now that you have her in your grasp.

When you move her eyes take in the sight of the massive, regal gryphon, eyes still burning with anger and defiance, but you can see the hint of lust as her body makes its desires known. Instincts are hard to fight, and she can smell the potency of a fertile breeding male, forced on her by your earlier drool of semen. A slight sneer on her muzzle as you inspect it, she's still beautiful, un marked, hide alight all over with shimmering bio luminescence as she lets you look her over, and she looks you over...first it's about sizing you up, seeing what her chances are in a straight up fight, calculating...then as she sees that bright, neon cock it becomes more than that, staring at it, its contours and shape...seeing what you sport between your legs in curious detail, the massive sheath beneath and the thick, sperm swollen orbs too. "I think I might manage to surprise you in my navigation skills." But you can tell she's not so confident in that one, she may need you...

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"Mmm, beautiful..." He purrrrrs out, still grinning as he examines his prize. The great beast enjoys watching your eyes suddenly snap up at the sound of his voice, knowing exactly what you were looking at. "Such a fine catch you are my dear, time to see if you're as good on the inside as you are on the out." His words take a moment for you to digest and by the time you realize what he's eluding to its too late. With the speed of a coiled snake and the power you could have only guessed was in his compact aerodynamic form, he lurches forward and grabs your neck, using your own weight against you as he quickly topples you onto your side. Claws and wings scratch at the ground in a futile attempt to stay upright but within seconds he has your forequarters pinned under his weight.

Though you did get a good grip on his hide with your front paws, instinct keeps you from trying to rend his delicate feathers when you feel the sharp tip of his beak curved right in the crook of your throat, so close to puncturing it it actually hurts to swallow. He lets you relax and realize what's just happened before he eases your paws off himself, the dragoness reluctant to let go of what little advantage she has in this fight but in the end he gives you little choice in the matter.

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She does not enjoy being examined like a piece of meat, her tail resuming lashing as your examination puts a dose of shame upon her mind...such a creature should not be looking at her this way, or touching her. A snarl coming across her muzzle as she tenses up, maybe ready to try and shake off your grip as you mention trying other parts of her. The indecision upon ac ting gives you your chance however, the dragoness gasping surprise as she's pounced and toppled and grabbed, her sharp claws leaving marks just beneath the feathers, if light ones with the sudden rush of motion and fear. This one is not a push over- not a dragon to be trifled with and she doesn't go down easy.

Indeed she squirms and tries to right herself, trying to use wings, tail and her grip against you to pull herself up, only to have the sharp pain of a strong beak digging into her throat. It's there that she freezes and you feel her swallow nervously, loosing a thick hiss when you so easily ply her paws from your form. Twisting her head she tries to see her options, if a good smack with tail or clawing to your face might get her free without a lethal blow...

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The large bird twists and drags you over slowly until you're fully on your back. It's a slow arduous process requiring taking room from you constantly without giving any back, leaving you in uncomfortable and possibly painful positions requiring you to move a limb into a position he wants or push a wing to the side. Resistance is met with warning growls and squeezes of his beak. There's one point where you think you have a good opportunity to get a strike in but even by the time you finish thinking it, he twists out of the way, protecting his blind sides.

Nearly fully on your back where you'll have no leeway, the last vestige of resistance comes out, forcing him to bite into your vulnerable throat enough to draw blood, showing he's not afraid to make an example of you if necessary. Only when he has you just where he wants you dose the feathered beast disentangle his beak from your throat, replacing it with a powerful clawed talon, keeping your head firmly, flat to the ground. "There now, that wasn't so bad now was it?" He rumbles in a smug tone, his other paw sliding down between your forelimbs to rub yer chest and upper belly.

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She growls, panting softly as she twists and squirms under your hold. She does not make it easy for you in away shape or form, determined to make things as difficult as she can. There is a good swat of her tail that strikes your side when she's made to lift her hind leg to get more situated on her back, the appendage leaving a sharp sting on your hip side before you subdue her with another bite and possibly stepping on it to keep it from making more nasty retaliations. She even takes the chance to snap at you as she growls, the sound of her jaws clamping shut, the force behind it capable easy of shattering bone to bits mere inches from your neck, but with your hold she can't reach.

That's certainly enough to trigger the bite that makes her bleed, eyes lidding at the pain a moment before they shoot open when that painful hold is released. Immediately she tenses, ready to spring, only to have sharp claws replace the bite and hiss up at you, looking up with daggers in her eyes, smelling her own blood and feeling the sting of the injury. Your paw can feel her panting chest, and you can certainly see her bright markings, and with her on her back as she is, that smooth, cerulean underside of her body is in full view. Hide in pristine condition, all down her trim belly and to the pouty lips of her slit, purple with her estrus and arousal that your scent and seed has helped to make worse.

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He grins, his bright silver eyes lingering over your ripe little vent, something he plans to make full use of, but not yet... this little bitch needs a bit of training to get her into the right mood. Shifting a bit, he turns about and straddles your body, pressing his large rump on your chest and pinning your forepaws to your sides between his hips. "Oh... uh... ahh, there we go!" He growls in satisfaction, grabbing at your muzzle several times as you snap at his paw, baiting it out until he can jerk forward and wrap his paw around it, squeezing it shut as he yanks it forward some. Despite your efforts to jerk and tug your head back, he keeps you held firmly, muzzled somewhat as he brings you right up to his erect gryphoncock.

He loves seeing the sudden change you undergo as he brings you right up and slides his hips forward some, rubbing the heavy musky flesh against your nose. Quite satisfied with himself, he watches your nostrils flare involuntarily as he grinds his bare flesh against your snout, the caress of your soft hide to his sensitive member causing fresh luminescent seed to dribble out, the glow showing you just how virile and active his sperm is, tingling with life which he smears over and around your muzzle, pressing it against the flat of your lips. "Mmm, my little dragoness likes that dose she?" He growls deep in his throat. He might have had you in his sway if he hadn't interrupted the sensual caress with his words but he loves seeing the fight in you return, even if noticeably diminished. The gryphon keeps your jaw clamped shut to be sure those deadly teeth stay away from his male flesh, at least for now; eventually he knows you'll succumb though.

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The dragoness pulls her forelegs up, straining to pull them free of your bulk when you sit on her chest, hips rising and shifting to try and topple you over or at least get a few more inches of wiggle room beneath your weight. Indeed she makes a snap at you when your paw gets near, and another, but when she's muzzled there's little she can do but hiss at you as loud and menacingly as she can. That breath, hot and moist, soon washes over your thick neon blue gryphon cock when you force her snout against. A paw on her horn and a paw on her muzzle, she's quite restrained, and the moment the first breath of your rich, virile scent hits her brain the next thrust of her hips is stopped mid motion. The growl turns to a hiss, and then back to a growl as your warm semen pulses out over her nose and lips, eyes half lidding as she takes in that wondrous male musk.

Her body can tell just how fertile your sperm is right away, even if the way you're rich essence shines doesn't betray it to her mind on a conscious level, her belly knows well that this is a potent breeding male, one whose virility would be tough to match. That blue slime stains her muzzle well, the heavy aroma of you soaking into her hide and making her shudder a little. Not even aware that she's doing it, but when that pointed tip and your warm sperm oozes against her lips, she sticks her tongue out, squeezing just enough past to get the faintest taste before shooting back with snapping eyes as you speak to her. You get quite the deep, evil growl, realizing suddenly what you did, what you're doing! This bitch will not be tricked, or taken, a hard thrash of her hips making you jostle a little but not enough to toss you off with your weight being much more substantial than hers.

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The glowing gryph rides out your storm of anger with ease to let you tire yourself out all the more, only having to tense his hind legs some to keep your forearms pinned. His next move is not only shocking but completely unexpected. Near the end of your thrashing spasm, he lets your jaws fly open, the change unexpected but he places each of his thumb talons at the end of your upper and lower jaw, holding... forcing it open wide enough to make your jaws ach, not giving you any leverage to close it again. Your body reacting exactly how he expects it to, he hardly has to put fourth any effort to yank your head forward several inches, sliding his wet arousal right in over your tongue, finishing his intrusion by leaning his fluffy body over your head with a pleasured growl and simply buries the tip of his length into the back of your throat.

With a broad grin on his beak, he humps into your vulnerable maw several times, rubbing his body over your head letting you feel him violate your muzzle like that, his delicate soft fur and feathers caressing your hide- so soft and pleasant on the outside and so firm and powerful just beneath that deceptive exterior. Even if you struggle he gets what he wants, the gentle caress along his sensitive spire causing it to jump and squirt a thick glob of his juices down your throat. Drawing back he leaves an easily visible trail of his semen on your tongue. Pulling back just in time, he lets go of both your upper and lower jaws so you snap them closed and simply clamps his paw around it again, holding your muzzle closed so your forced to hold his flavor in your muzzle.

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She grunts and jerks her head, or tries to when you grip her jaws and pry them open. The moment your claws slip in her tongue pushes out as if trying to force an intrusive bit of fluff or fur from her lips when you just... force her jaws open, and open wide at that. It looks rather cute from your perspective, her tongue lolling about as she fights to close her muzzle, tilting her head to one side and then the other before your blue gryphonhood slides in and claims her hot little maw for your own uses. That throat can't help but swallow, a gag reflex felt as she wasn't expecting such a deep penetration into those heated, slimy confines. More tonguing, and just as you entered her you felt that soft oral muscle teasing you, wanting to close her muzzle, and it continues even as you take her snout and throat by force.

That just adds to your pleasure, and helps make sure that she tastes the thick flavor left by your sheath before the pulse of seed is forced down her throat. Unable to stop from swallowing it, you can feel the wonderful clenches of her throat that massage you, her forepaws made into fists and digging into her own palms as the lust in her body conflicts with her mind's defiance. You'd swear that, just for a second as you pull out, her oral flesh was coaxing at your spire, cupping it in a smooth grip to smear the rich fluids onto her tongue as you draw out and leave it doused in your scent, the glow of your semen making her once more sealed muzzle light up inside. You can feel her muzzle twitch, see her jaw muscles as her tongue wipes the glowing slime around her inner maw, throat stained with the glowing goo as well, webs of it mingling with saliva to make a slick mess in her maw...

Undoubtedly by this point her lips have a blue-stained trail of your sperm as you pull out, the strand of your male gel connecting her glowing, defiled lips to your cocktip while her muzzle radiates your glow from the smearing and scent marking, perhaps looking even more sexy since you can not only smell, but see how you've claimed her with your mark.

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The conflict of your features is plain as day and he loves every second of it, slowly eroding your resistance bit by bit. Mmm, you must be deeeep in your heat to be this easily overtaken by the simple flavor of a male... He licks the inside of his beak at the thought of taking you, marking your womb with thick sticky webs of his cum and letting you waddle out of his cave sporting a belly sagging with his young; getting you gravid and letting you fend for yourself. Mmm! Time to fan the fire. He purrrrs soothingly at you as your nostrils flare, trying to draw in oxygen to help your mind think but getting more of his hormone rich musk instead. The paw around your muzzle holds you still while the other strokes down the back of your head soothingly as one might do to calm a spooked animal while he gently eases just the tip of his arousal between your lips, rubbing and smearing his seminal fluid just inside, keeping the flavor fresh on your tongue.

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She swishes her tail, a low growl filled with her rage at being handled like this, at being pinned beneath this male vibrating her lips against your shaft, but you can pick up the subtle tones by now- there's a difference. It's not just the enraged growl she gave you some time ago, the need of her body and lust trying to cloud her mind encroaching on that growl to mingle it and off set its tone, even causing it to fluctuate as you start to grind your messy spire against her snout again. By now her sex is drooling a steady, copious amount of her own thick arousal. The dragoness herself isn't aware of it, she's too focused on you and your cock, your scent, your taste, but your sense of smell certainly will notice how her musk has gotten much thicker.

The tang of her estrus is thick around you, and it's easy to tell she's at the peak of her heat cycle; her belly must have been badly aching before you found her, but now... now it's burning with need. As is her slit, her undertail coated in thick, alluring cummy juices. Every breath you take feeds more of her pheromones into your system- just as it is for her, every breath telling you of this female's fertile state, that she's in her prime, incredibly fertile and receptive. And with the fight and spirit in her, you know she'll provide you with a very large and quite healthy clutch. There is still fight in her too, for as your tip pries her lips open she snarls and tilts her head a bit, but it just makes it so you have to shift a bit as well to force more of your virile sperm onto her tongue, watching as she shivers and closes her eyes briefly.

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The next part is a little trickier but the response he's been getting from you thus far has him fairly confident he can pull it off. While keeping your snout busy with his dribbling cock, he slowly lifts his hindquarters off your body then leaves you there fully exposed on your backside as he shifts around. Though his paw is still around your muzzle, he's pleased to see your snout voluntarily following the motions of his male anatomy. For a brief time he leaves you completely open, only your muzzle held in check and is even more pleased when you simply lay there like a good little slut, waiting patiently for his next move.

Now comes the tricky bit; with haunches raised over your snout, he lets his enormous gryphonhood hover above your snout, that one paw slowly easing off your snout bit by bit until its completely released. The conflict of body and spirit is written all over your features and it seems your body's desire is winning for the moment but he wastes no time with the next part. Wiggling a talon between your lips, he gently wedges it between your teeth and slooowly pries your maw open. His cock jumps a little as he watches you do it, your muzzle opening voluntarily if a touch reluctantly, the sudden slap of his wet member against his belly causing a sticky string of his thick male musk to ooze down over your lips, refreshing the heat and flavor just long enough. With your muzzle parted like that, he reaches up and takes hold of himself, angling it down toward your open lips and carefully eases himself down into your needy maw.

Oh he knows there's a part of you that wants to bite down right now but he's banking on the part of you wanting have your muzzle buried in his crotch, the part that wants his cock buried balls-deep down your throat, will win through. So delicious seeing such a regale creature like this beautiful dragoness reduced to needy hen and as he slides in, the sensation of her hot muzzle around his throbbing shaft causes a thick wet splurt of rich flavorful sperm out over your tongue. Inch by inch he watches himself disappear into your pretty semen covered muzzle until your estrus induced fantasy comes true, that fluffy crotch pressed snug against your lips, heavy full testicles resting against your nose filling your every breath with his musky scent. He sprawls out on the petrified female in a feral 69 position, that massive powerful maw loosely cradling his shaft, tongue holding it almost protectively while his talons draw ever close to the prize between your hinds that he intends to sample.

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The poor female mmphs, narrowing her eyes up at you as you keep feeding her that thick slime, the glowing slickness growing between her lips. It's clear she's getting antsy, be it for a chance to escape, or to get bred, or maybe both- it's hard to say for sure. But she tells herself she's only complying until she has her chance to strike and pin you... maybe with your life in danger you'd be willing to help her get out... but then she has a chance and doesn't take. Too focused on the sounds, sights and smells she doesn't realize she has a chance to escape until it's gone, instead left shivering a little as she's forced to open her muzzle for you again. Her tail is back to swishing, tossing any dirt or dust on the cave floor about as she makes a mess of herself and the flood beneath from the thick oozing that dribbles down around her tailbase.

You do feel her reluctance when you pry her jaws open again but they do part for you and you feel the warmth of her muzzle surround your needy length easily enough, even welcoming the slick, glowing spire with a squeeze of curling tongue. The spurt of seed not just on her muzzle's underside but chin and lips, a nice, sexy streak of glowing seed to show another of your marks. Her whole face is likely luminescent by this point, reeking of you inside and out now as another heavy spurt of rich, fertile sperm lances her snout and makes thick webs of your essence that coat her mouth. A few join cocktip to roof, some to tongue, others to her throat, it would look quite sexy seeing the thick slime stick to her crevices if you could peer inside, but you can feel how your seed tingles all around, the female not swallowing, you can feel it soaking her tongue, bathing in your own heavy semen as her musk stained snout nuzzles heavily into your sheath and sac. Even shifting as that heavy scent floods her nostrils and a soft whimpering moan escapes her, as much to having those sexy, swollen orbs against her nose as tasting the full gryphoncock in her maw and the teasing touch of claws down low.

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He lets his paw linger about your muzzle for a moment as he delves deep into that pretty little muzzle, the soft luminescent glow of her sperm-covered muzzle accenting the bulge his male flesh makes so beautifully. He can't help but want to touch her throat as he wiggles his hips some, the dragoness allowing him to ease his bare flesh back into the place he brutally violated just minutes before. A vivid currrrr rolls from his beak at feeling the bulges push that gorgeous throat out under his paw and that soft wet tongue swathe over his blood-gorged length. The conflict in you still rages on, the battle waning slowly as he takes full advantage of that pretty muzzle of yours; what he does next he hopes will completely tip the fight in his favor.

Removing his paw from your stuffed throat, he slides them both down your tummy, kneading that warm soft belly little by little as he stretches himself over you. Nearing your lower tummy, he pauses for a moment, grinning impishly as he brings his soft feathertips down to your belly and lets them gently caress your tender hide. Though with your muzzle stuffed full all you know is the soft sensual feel of his feathers on your hide but as they brush over you, they leave thin markings of his bioluminescent color on your belly, drawing curvatures and symbols over your belly; one an ancient symbol of spring and fertility and one of harvest abundance. He draws other less symbolic designs on your crotch as well, a pair of streaks to either side of your moist slit, a soft curve along your inner thighs and one streak down your undertail, the others having worn off by now, accenting your gender as well as almost marking you as his territory. Satisfied with his teasing, he places his paws to either side of that lush ripe vent and slides them away from each other, exposing the ripe vulnerable flesh within, so swollen and puffy looking he could almost lean down and just suckle on a nice juicy bit of your inner folds for hours.

However, he has other plans for this ripe little cunt, he just needs to prepare this hot heavy female to be bred first- besides, it wasn't every day he got to sample the delicate private flesh of a female dragon in the succulent prime of her heat after all. Leaning his head down, he takes a deeeeep hearty breath of her alluring scent before pressing the tip of his beak into those supple folds and gently wedged it in some, working it around, rubbing the soft curvature all over the wet flesh within, his tongue darting out to sample the thick nectar. Ohh she was exquisite! A rare find indeed and well worth taking- by force if necessary... Krrrrr-yisss mmm, simply delicious! Nuzzling his beak in further, he forces your tense gender open bit by bit, eagerly violating your most private of places with his long tongue tip, the feel and flavor of a wet female deep in heat causing his cock to twitch and throbs generously, his hips rocking some in instinctual need to breed with that pheromone rich honey clinging to his beak now.

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She shimmers in the glow, light reflected with light as her upper form dances with the stain of your seed and her markings grow brighter still with her building lust, not to mention all the markings you left in your travels through the den as you teased and taunted her. You can see and feel the way she's soon nursing on you, even as you slide into her throat, a little sore from your harsh violation, it still swallows on you, applying a wet squeeze that will make you shiver and hiss in pleasure as you rub your paw over the bulge that thick spire makes within her warm throat. She doesn't seem to even notice the pain, only focusing on the blood engorged maleness that fills her maw with the rich flavor of a studding male gryphon, taking in the wondrous taste and nursing for more. Her tongue squeezes just as her throat does, likely her lips and tongue both working at the base of your shaft and mouthing over what is likely to be an swollen, or partially swollen knot, as well as slicking out to taste the soft, furry sac that's so full and musky pressed to her nose

As you work down low she continues to suckle, the drooling essence being taken in eagerly and swallowed down as you leave your shining mark upon her belly and soon her thighs and sex and undertail. Not seeing, she only feels the pleasant touch of softness and murrs lowly around your throbbing maleness, the sudden pulse of semen making her swallow hard and moan as she begs for more like a slutty little bitch in heat. It's only when the sudden wash of cool air hits her loins from the spreading of her sex that her focus is broken, arching up and then away as she trembles with the touches there. You get quite the view too, spreading her lush folds open lets you see the purple insides around the edges and deep, tight tunnel, thick syrupy strands of her arousal joining the walls and petals together, and to your claws that separate her.. Of course holding her open like that blasts you with her scent, a wash of hot, alluring dragoness pheromones and rich, tangy estrus scent floods your nostrils, so rich and fertile is she it's over powering with your actions.

There's panting against your loins as you burrow into her sex, soaking your beak in her richly scented nectar, coating your tongue with the soft tangy fluids as she arches against you and squeezes on your invading tongue, tail thudding the ground loudly several times. Your eyes can see nothing but her swollen sex, so ripe and lush with her eager, receptive state, thick glistening nectar all around it and on her tailbase, purple folds clinging to your face tightly.

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His wingtips tremble a little from all the groin-warming stimulation he gets from your now mostly willing muzzle, the gentle jerks of his hips rubbing his full girth all along your wet sticky maw. While he tends to your own needy gender, he slides his hips back and forth, grinding his lower belly over that soft exposed throat of yours, moving just an inch at first, then a few inches, then half his length back and forth, keeping his pace slow so you can tend to your virile male. Thick soupy ropes of semen spurt from the tip onto your tongue as it caresses and coaxes fresh globs of his glowing seed out. Within minutes he's got you drooling his sperm out of the corners of his maw, his entire length aglow with his rich seed allowing your pleasure glazed eyes to take in every detail, even more so as he lifts his rear suddenly and pulls completely free of your nursing maw, letting it twitch and throb above you, dripping thick stringy strands of saliva mixed sperm all over your snout and lips.

He grins a little as he leans forward and lets that constant oozing stream drizzle down along your neck for a moment, painting it with his essence before moving back down into position, very pleased to see you open your maw and take him in so willingly this time, simply offering your throat to his eager advances again- and he makes full use of it now. As his arousal grows, so dose that knot you've been wrapping your lips around allowing him to push in even further, giving you a good throat fucking with delicious wet shloppy sounds as he pushes his foreknot down your gullet and rubs it around within those tight clamping muscles. He hisses, feeling his balls tighten up and visibly lift away from your nose, moments away from filling that pretty maw of yours with a full load of his ripe semen, beak still buried between your hind legs, exploring your fertile depths. He even indulges himself some, taking a bit of your flesh in and suckles on it, letting his tongue roll and swipe over it teasingly as he builds himself quickly toward cumming deep in that pretty muzzle.

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Royelle works her head but an inch or two as her need breaths demand o her sore throat urges for relief, but mostly her head remains still as you start to muzzle fuck her, breeding her muzzle with your lusciously glowing maleness. It's not just flicking against you, her tongue by now wrapped like a snake around your girth as it plunges in and out of her nursing maw, through its hold and deep into her soft squeezing throat time and again, even deeper as your knot swells out and starts to push her jaw open around the thick bulb. Her hips however can't stop from grinding up as her needy slit is tended to, yet still not satisfying the need in her belly that's growing hotter and deeper with need by the minute.

The flooding of her senses and the stroking of her inner, tightly spread sex making it much, much worse, such that your cheeks are soon soaked in her heavy slickness. Webs of her female gel join us together as you taste of her and breath of her heat scent, that wonderful fertility, laced with so many pheromones just making your cock throb harder with need and your orbs churn with more eager sperm waiting to impregnate your new dragoness, your property. Left panting when you pull out, she gazes up at the sexy, luminescent cock drooling over her muzzle and down her neck, managing a soft whimper as the fresh ropes of sperm still on her tongue make her beg for more as you smear that glowing slime upon her upper form. Toes clench and she growls in pure lust, nuzzling and lapping at your sheath heavily, nuzzle kissing your orbs fully before you pull back and offer your cock, lips parted by the time you push in and eagerly nursing on you even harder than she was before now that she's got a fresh coat of your glowing musk upon her neck.

She can feel the stuff drying and marking her, but doesn't care, even turned on by the fact, wanting more of your rich taste, every throb of your shaft from your growing desire to breed her and rich pheromones making you loose another spurt of rich sperm over her tongue just makes her want more, get hotter, more aroused, and feed you more rich scent and taste... a rather vicious cycle. Beneath you, her form is tense, muscles showing beneath shimmering hide and ears pinned back, hissing and whimpering in need around your shaft when it's not buried in her throat.

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The horny gryphon takes you good and hard, nearing his peak. Needing to focus and concentrate, he withdraws his beak from your puffy folds and closes his eyes, thick viscous strands of your hot nectar stretching from his beaktip down to your spread vaginal opening. His paws hold curled around your hips as he bucks into you harder and faster, so sooo close, the feeling of that hot wet throat making what he plans to do all the harder. Bare inches from his orgasm he slams his cock all the way in and suddenly yanks it all the way out, lifting his body off yours. A hard shudder wracks his frame as the sudden loss of stimulation puts his system into shock for a moment, hindpaws digging harshly into the stone at either side of your head. Ahhh GODS that stings! His fleshy spear twitches and throbbs hard, drizzling long sticky strands all over your face as he forces himself not to cum, even having to step on your neck gently to keep you from coming up to finish the job.

Emrpfh! Oh hells did that sting, his tightly squeezed testicles squeezing and churning, giving himself a nice set of blue balls from the denied release. Mmmm... oh but it will be worth it he reminds himself, looking down at the sopping wet cunt beneath him, forcing himself not to think of the extra rich creamy load he'll be emptying into those lovely wide child bearing hips soon enough less just the thought set him off- having brought himself that close... After several painstaking seconds, he forces himself to relax, still oozing copious amounts of lambent gryphon seed all over his dragoness' muzzle. She was ready now, fully and completely broken in and ready to serve him; getting the blue dragoness to lift that hot thick tail of hers so he can plunge deep into that ripe little vent and breed her good should be little if no problem now. And with his doubly back up load, he'd service this hot, sexy little broodwhore reeeal good.

The though made a deviant grin spread across his glazed beak, tongue licking his lips in anticipation.

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The needy blue dragoness whimpers, her hips trying to rise and meet the retreating pleasure, only to be left hanging as you pull free and those thick syrupy strands drip from your beak, cheeks and down your throat to make a goopy mess. Her pants are quick, needy, and hot against your loins, dragging her forepaws over the ground since she can't get a handle on your haunches, grinding into the stone while her hinds dig in just as much. The last, hard thrust is unexpected, nearly gagging around your thick blue cock as it rams in, only to be yanked free and leave her sore throat vacant. Eyes open once more, staring dazedly up at you and your spurting shaft, blinking, and licking her semen-stained lips, tongue glowing even brighter than her own markings with all your slimy strands of semen soaking it.

Indeed she does try and get up to your cock, but your hindpaw holding her in place does the job. However it also snaps her out of that lust driven state enough to start to remember this gryphon is not a nice fellow. Her mind races with the thoughts of breeding with you, of being disgusted at the trickery you pushed upon her, the sexy sight of your full orbs churning so powerfully, extra swollen and pent up as they are with that massive load of male essence, the fact she's still caught in your grasp... Her breathing slowly eases as she too is given time to rest and think, come down from her sexual high enough to regain some composure. Even as your rich, warm syrupy gel douses her face and throat she starts to squirm, to wiggle beneath you with a hiss, wanting to get free, wanting to be bred...-no! Not bred, not by this beast...she tries to push up again and get her lips wrapped around your cock, maybe justifying that if she makes you copulate with her muzzle you won't need to rut her, and she can go on her way...

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There's almost a tingle of regret, thinking perhaps a second orgasm might have been preferred to the harsh lack of stimulation... almost. It's not every day he gets to fuck such a fertile beast like as this, to lay his seed in that ripe little tummy, impregnate the creature and then send her on her way to lay and raise his young on her own. Mmm... he could take her like this, he considered it while running a paw over her toned shapely hindquarters, paw still on her throat even as she became a little more active. But he wanted her on all fours, see that lifted tail up out of the way and burry himself deep beneath it, rutting her like some common animal. "Patience my dear, you'll carry my brood soon enough." He chuckled curely over his shoulder, stepping off and to the side quickly.

As little more than a blur of ghostly glow he was standing beside her, his sharp talons gripping her jugular to keep her calm. The feline purr of satisfaction echoed sharply in those pretty ears of hers, his glossy features accented by his natural glow while your own were brought out by the web of viable genetic material he spent the last several minutes painting you with. "Mmmm, you seemed to enjoy that treat quite a bit didn't you little girl. But your task is not yet complete for you have not satisfied me. We should move on to the main course I think..." The grin on his beak spreads as he grips and pulls on your throat some, to emphasize his next words. "Time for you to stand up and earn your keep little girl, on all fours now, up up!" He teases you like a trainer might a broken animal but at every moment makes sure he has you secured.

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She pants heatedly, catching her breath and her wits, although the later much more slowly. She keeps hoping she'll find a way out, or does she want to get out? She needs this... but a visible shake of her head washes those thoughts away enough that she manages a loud snarl that you feel beneath your hindpaw holding her neck down. You have to be quick to lift up and move back and grip her throat with your fore paw, but she makes you work to get your claws around her neck, twisting and hissing at you before the points dimple her hide and you have to draw her blood before she calms. There's even a few marks left on your shoulders from the brief hold she gets in the time it takes you to cool her, and your words do not help her anger.

Lust driven she may be, doused in your thick glowing semen all over her head and neck and reeking of you with her undertail soaked in thick syrupy arousal, she's not about to let this beast sire her eggs. "Never-" She snarls in reply between deep breaths "-never have me." Her voice is low, full of rage at how you've been trying to manipulate her, and succeeding too, all the more reason to be embarrassed and angrier. She doesn't so much as budge at first when you order her stand, just shows you fang and lashes her tail, sending some dust and dirt around and making a loud thump on the cave floor as she snaps at your wrist, but unable to get a good grip at it with your hold. It's not until she feels you prick her skin and the grip starts to make her feel lightheaded that she complies, so ready to rip your head off, to sink her talons into your chest, but she knows your claws would tear her apart before she could do any good damage.

She knows she'll get a chance when you're lost in lust, you can't keep control like this forever... she'll break away before your knots seal her. Even so, it's with reluctance that her sapphire form rises, still panting lightly and an ever present growl vibrating against your hold, her wings shifting and tail lashing like an angry snake ready to strike.

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"You gave me your muzzle quick enough. All that time you had my most vulnerable parts between your teeth and all you did was suck as hard as you could." He loves feeling your defiance, every fiber of your being wanting to strike back but the instinct of survival and need to procreate keeps you from trying. It's a measure of control he loves to exercise. "And even your best effort wasn't quite good enough." He adds but the gryphon knows his limits, churrrrring in satisfaction at that last bit. Cramming your face full of fresh heavy pheromones might have kept you passive for the most part but without the continued renewed sub-level control he wouldn't dare expose himself so blatantly to a pair of teeth and claws that large.

"Mmm, you wear my scent proudly don't you little girl?" His grin broadens across his beak. "I know I enjoyed yours." He purrrrred, leaning in to smear a bit of your heat-laced fluids over a clean spot on the left side of your muzzle, keeping his hold on your throat tilted to the right so if you tried to lunge you'd hurt yourself before him. "You should be glad I've taken you in and am offering to let you carry my clutch. Not many would give you such an offer. And all you'd have to do is stand there like a good little slut and raise your tail for me." Oh he's expecting some sort of reprisal for all this verbal abuse, especially after all the physical abuse he's given the poor girl but he's ready for the outburst with a nasty surprise.

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She snarls quite deeply at that first comment, your words only further sparking her anger and bring her focus back from the depths of the lust your rich pheromones and male flavor had helped to drive her under. "I do no such thing, you soaked me in your scent while you held my throat, coward...afraid of a good fight!" Anger overtaking common sense she hisses and makes a snap at your neck when you come so close as to smear her own musk upon her cheek, ears lowered eyes narrowed into dagger slits as she gazes you with sheer fire and hatred. The fact you'd say it like it was an honor for her to let you sire her eggs is nearly the tipping point... this beast does want her fully and completely, but she won't give herself to him. No, not that way, not like this.

She just stands there as you stare down at her, hissing and panting, her growls vibrating against the grip you have upon her throat, time and again her tail lashing. Then it happens, her tail base arches, curling in a visible arch as if she's accepted your 'offer', but it stays like only a second before it suddenly whips around and comes as fast as she can wield it, the once spaded tip curled in on itself to produce a deadly looking whip point aimed right for your head and haunches flexing to squirm and shift to add to it and make it harder for you to dodge as her head makes a sudden jerk with the spinal motion.

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He doesn't want to harm such a gorgeous prize, just get her blood pumping so when you move and lash with your tail it comes as a great surprise when the grip on your throat suddenly disappears... and so does he- there one instant, totally and completely gone the next. In the absolute darkness of the cavern he's trapped you in, there's a faint reminiscing glow in your eyes where he was standing and judging by where your tail cut cleanly through that ghostly visage it would have been a marvelous hit but the impact never happens leaving you to skid and sprawl on your chest some. That fraction of a second where instinctively you pause to try and figure out what's happened leaves you down and vulnerable and it's when he strikes before you have a chance to react again.

The feeling that comes can only be described as a shock to your whole nervous system as something pinches and digs into the back of your neck just below the skull. However, as you tell your body to turn, to swat and bite and claw at whatever it is- nothing happens. Seconds tick by as you'd try and get your body to respond with no result, your body paralyzed only... not. Directly in front of you he chuckles darkly, sitting down on his haunches so you can see his glowing cum-covered cock first before he lets the rest of his luminescence slowly flare back up to full brightness, a trick you didn't realize he could do. "This would have been much easier on you if you'd just been a good girl." He chides the dragoness before him, her jaws and muzzle and everything before the neck working perfectly fine but everything below simply unresponsive to her mental commands.

"Its one of the most interesting creatures I've ever found." He nods his beak in the direction of your neck "Resembles stories I heard once of an insect used to pacify prisoners. It attaches to the spine and absorbs specific outgoing electrical impulses from its prey but ironically doesn't block anything incoming." He purrred, extending a paw to stroke and caress that pretty neck of hers, the sensation not only feasible but amplified, the dragoness able to differentiate the subtle points of pressure. "And with no mixed signals it seems to amplify the sensation. Lovely little things nature creates don't you think?" He grinned all across his beak.

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She skids to the side, swiveling as her tail makes a loud whish through the air, blinking and panting as the rage from her eyes fades... why didn't she feel an impact? Just... empty air? She blinks and just stares a moment, blinking again, and then looking around for the glowing light, only to yelp as she's pinched. Indeed she tries to jump, to swat, to claw, bite, anything to get back at what she knows had to be you, but instead finds only immobility... only sensation without command over her own body. Staring at you in disbelief she just tries to flex her paws, but the most that will happen is a few twitches of her talons, barely more than an inch as her tail, frozen in mid swing, twitches with her quickly growing anxiety.

"What... did you... do to me?" She hisses, barely more than a whisper as you can see her struggling, sending messages to her muscles only to have them not respond. Your words are heard but they don't' filter through right away, taking a few moments to hit her as she realizes there's something there and keeping her like this. The touch to her neck making her ears twitch and body loose a faint shudder, already feeling the enhanced sensation she immediately realizes what that's going to translate to when you want to take her...likely to be...not so very gentle, she growls at you and twists her head a little to try and bite at your paw for touching her. "Get it off me... please... I'll behave."

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Oh how he laughs aloud at that, watching your features shift so easily from rage to confusion to fear. "Yisss my dear dragoness, you WILL behave." The great beast slides his paw up yer throat and grips your jaw, giving it a firm shake for emphasis as he speaks before simply pushing your snout to the side a little in a dismissive gesture. Satisfied that his secret weapon has a good hold on your system, he stands and struts right up beside you, purposefully rubbing his furred and feathered hide against your own smooth sleek form, letting you feel his warmth tenfold as he moves his head right up to and under your tail, forcing his beak up against your ripe little sex and takes a deep satisfied breath, pulling in those rich heady pheromones to renew his desire.

His neon cock twitches and jerks several times as a fresh glob of semen drizzles from the tip down onto one of your forepaws. He wasn't aiming for it but it gives you a chance to feel that thick virile syrup ooze over and seep between your toes, the glow spreading, seeking out a match just like it will do in your womb once he plunges it deep inside. The large bird soon steps fully behind you and without a moment's hesitation hops up onto his hind legs and sets his forepaws on your back, his stiff regal member jutting out impressivly between his legs, less than a foot away from your vulnerable vent. "Ready to fulfill your part of our deal my dear?" He growls deeply, saying not so much asking as it is to draw out your fear and helplessness.

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The blue dragoness blinks at your laughter and whimpers softly, another fit of struggling, or at least, the attempt to before your grip upon her throat gets quite the angry hiss. You know it's all bark however, able to do little more than make threatening noises and snap at the air with her immobile state, but her expressive ears, features and eyes still give you quite the show as you watch. Her eyes look to yours with rage and fear until you pass by and take leaving her hide shimmering with the touch of your feathers and fur, the gasp you get as you rub yourself beneath her tail likely making you smile and rumble in pleasure. She's still so hot, and as you nuzzle into her lush, receptive slit you can see easily how ready she is, as well as smell her raw fertility, for that thick, clear syrupy dragoness arousal is oozing down both her thighs, visible webs both thick and thin joining various parts of her thighs and slit and lower belly from your earlier messing of her sex.

The enhanced sensation makes it worse for her, just like feeling those eager sperm against her talons and between her toes, swallowing nervously as she tries to pull away. You can feel her body twitch, see her muscles move a touch on occasion, but never more than a faint signal makes it down to trigger any kind of movement, and never enough to pose even a slight threat to you even as you rear up and grip her back in your forepaws. You'll have to move her tail however, since she never lifted it for you, it's arched at the base a little from the swipe she made and keeping it ready for another assault when you paralyzed her, but it largely remains in your way while you'd swear that, as she feels your neon, glowing cock nearing her soft lips, you hear her loose a thick drip of nectar, the dragoness still taking in your pheromones and so deeply in heat and entranced she needs you so baldy her body is literally dripping with the need to be bred and claimed by your seed.

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He wants you to feel every moment if your forced breeding, every rough thrust, every harsh buck, every vein, bulge and bulk of his cock inside you and he starts by ever so sweetly curling his talons around the base of your tail. Such a heavy thick thing, something he could nibble on all day if he didn't have other plans in mind already. He can feel your muscles tense and twitch a little under his deadly talons, wanting so much to keep the only last defense between your needy cunt and his eager breeding pole but with his secret surprise in place you're completely powerless to stop him as he pulls it up and to the side. He's tired of playing, tired of waiting, he's done teasing, taunting and tantalizing your body; he's ready to fuck this hot little hen until her belly sags with his young. With a deep growl he lurches forward and smacks his crotch up against your lifted rear, pushing you into just the right angle, his wet tip leaving a smear of his seedy juices on your belly at the same time.

This will do.

Reaching down below his belly, he grips his wet spear and angles it up into your waiting neither lips, rubbing the head in with a satisfied hiss despite your cries or whimpers of protest, working that bare flesh into your ripe sex. With just enough inside you to act as a guide, he quickly reaches both paws around your hips and SLAMS forward, burying himself into those slick hot folds with a loud lusty hiss of approval. Oh Gods did she feel good in here! A violent shiver passes up his spine as he hilts himself within her, rubbing the leftover juices from that good ol' throat fucking he gave you earlier all over your undertail and inside you, marking that ripe little pussy with his scent. He keeps himself buried inside for only a second before instinct forces him to buck HARD, pulling out about a quarter of his impressive girth from those tight cum-thirsty walls and drives it back in three or four times.

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The poor girl whimpers and clenches her eyes shut, focusing on her tail as your claws dig in and pull it up...as if willing it alone would keep it down or break your hold on her. But you can see that sapphire appendage give in to you, and easily at that, curling away as you guide and leaving that drooling, fertile cunt that aches for your cock totally exposed, the rich scent of her heat filling your every breath not just from her slimy juices on your face but the fresh, renewed arousal she's releasing at having a potent stud male upon her back. another gasp comes when you ram forward and douse her belly and sex in your semen covered glowing shaft, a hard shudder rippling through her form s she feels the impact so intimately. The touch of your cervix-penetrating tip doesn't help her situation, feeling the blue glowing point nudging into her soft lips, the heat that surrounds it enough to shock you, not to mention the tightness.

It seems with your little surprise you've made her slit contract as well, almost to the silken grip a virgin would have. You do get quite the whimpers, a few pleas to stop, her eyes filled with rage and shame they way you touch yourself against her, knowing that bare cock, without protection, will end up making her heavy with eggs, and what's more she can't stop it. That little bit is driven home, literally, when your hips ram into hers and she screams out as the pain of your intrusion, your hips touching hers, but the harsh slap of fur to hide on her ass doesn't come with any force as your tip is going to be jarring deep in her inner walls before your sheath and can kiss her slick sex with how big a beast the gryphon is. Her cries are likely music to your ears, however, eyes watering up as they clench shut, and soon as you start to rape her, there are tears streaking her cheeks as she whimpers out lowly.

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RRrrrr! Oh he knew you'd be good but he NEVER expected it to be this good. The way those soft swollen walls jug and cling to his length as he plows into her is simply exquisite! What a delicious find indeed, he could empty those heavy sagging swollen balls of his at any time but he hadn't spent all this time teasing her and denying himself just to blow it in the shallow confines of her slit, he was going for gold, to empty his pent up virile load onto the very source of her heat. Time to dig in and, in every sense of the word, that's just what he did. With your body more or less paralyzed, he'd have to break you in to get what he wanted and that meant a rough hard ride for the poor dragoness beneath him. Each time he'd ram him member home in her, the large feral male dug his claws in and slammed her body back against his crotch, the sharp talons drawing blood as he went to town, riding the helpless female for all she was worth, bucking and rutting the dragoness beneath him, thoroughly enjoying himself as he painted her fertile breeding grounds with the slick luminescent semen.

With every thrust he could feel himself throb, letting off a soft chortle of satisfaction as he swirled his own virile essence deep between her legs with the copious amounts of thick vicious pheromone rich nectar drooling from between his sexy little blue broodmare's stuffed cunt. Before long he was forcing thick rivulets from her pussy with each instroke to make room for his massive spire of breeding flesh, falling to the floor like some twisted carnal waterfall. And even that began to glow, tainted more and more with his fluorescent cum.

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She yelps out, her claws leaving marks along the floor as your talons leave marks in her, yanking her back, slamming her forward as you ram into her soft, drooling cunt time and again. Her cries don't stop, but start to change to softer whimpers, head drooping like her ears as she's raped, forced to let that heavy gryphon beast breed her against her will and knowing, with each heavy, painful instroke you're getting closer to spilling your virile semen and making her gravid...it hurts so much, you're so large, or is she so tight from your little surprise? Or maybe it's both, but either way as those tears come and streak down her cheeks and jaw, running down her muzzle's underside you get the joy and thrill of raping your captive little breeding bitch, her body aching for you and you know it. You can feel how those muscles ripples around you, and no matter how thick you get she refuses to stretch easily because of how they've tightened, and why. It makes shoving your knots inside difficult, like you were fucking an adolescent, but the warmth seers your flesh, making you shiver and hiss and growl out in bliss as you dig into her drooling, scented and quite fertile depths time and again.

She's already sore, begging you to stop with soft whimpering cries, but her estrus calls to you, as does the inviting heat of her womb and that warm, slim belly that you know is aching to be heavy with your eggs even if she does protest and try to fight, her body knows better. Your cock is soaked in her rich, musky syrupy arousal, drooling from our joining, soaking your sheath and drooling down your thick, swollen, churning orbs as they slap up against her vent and add more over stimulation, the thick, glowing pool that grows between and beneath us lighting the area around us while casting the warm blue glow right up at our messy loins, accentuating what's happening, radiating off her sky blue belly and your soaked male pouch and balls.

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Mmm, this is a kind of challenge he's never gotten to enjoy before, working open the incredibly tight confines of an unwilling female in the prime of her heat. Oh but he relishes ever second of it, each fraction of an inch deeper he gets is just that much more exhilarating, bringing him ever closer to his prize. It's almost too much work, beginning to think he may not be able to get all the way in before his body forces his orgasm. But then he makes headway... literally, the pointed tip of his shaft finding the tight little opening at your cervix and eagerly digs in. "MMM! Ohhh that's it girl, just a little more... just like that!" He growls out, grinning devilishly down at the back of your neck watching cum-stained tears drip off your cheeks as he wedges himself in and jerks back and forth rapidly, jack-hammering you open bit by bit for a moment.

The creature on your spine has given you more knowledge into the intricacies of sex then you ever wanted to know, the exact shape and contours of the regal gryphon cock plowing your fertile fuck fields is imprinted on your mind- you'd be able to tell his penis from any other from this point forward, at least if it was stuffed between your legs again... Ready to see if you've loosened up enough to give him what he wants, he suddenly pull completely out of your moist folds with a sickly wet shlucking sound, leaving long sticky strands of our intermingled fluid to web between his belly, cock and your wide gaping sex. The sudden absence of sensation is almost more shocking then having it now but he doesn't give you rest for long. Using his entire body as leverage, he lurches forward and drives the entire impressive length into you in one brutal thrust, driving through that wet slick vent all the way up into your cervix.

His furry hindquarters cup your own hind legs perfectly, his knees to the back of yours, hips pressed right up against yours as he buries himself all the way in. His stiff penis even bows a little under the stress, gripping and holding you tightly with his forepaws, squeeeeezing in. You can feel the passage that normally opens only when laying eggs stretch painfully around the invading gryphon cock, the sharp beak digging into your shoulder and holding you down hardly even noticed beside the burning sensation of having your womb violated so forcefully. Your only saving grace is the tapered tip, your inner muscle finally swallowing up around the greatest bulk of his foreknot as it pops right in followed by several extra inches as he lurches forward suddenly. The poor bird gasps in sudden shock, nearly loosing it right then as his balls tighten up against the base of his shaft ready to flood his hot little broodmare with his thick creamy semen.

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The harshly abused female can barely get enough breath as your rapid, painful thrusts drive the air from her burning lungs, the pain more a sore bruising around her vent as the muscles have to yawn wider and wider. Your words barely register with her, only whimpering beneath you as her glowing tears, stained with your seed, continue to come forth and make a small glowing puddle beneath her chin. The sore pain of her cunt is added to with the harsh jabs against her cervix, that ring of muscle suddenly sending vivid stabs of sharp pain to her mind that elicit heavy cries of distress. beneath you, she squirms and tries to pull away, trying to lower her tail, to squirm free, anything...but all you feel is the soft, hot walls gripping down around you, rippling in wonderfully pleasant waves before you draw back right through their grip and leave to hang there in the open, cool air.

Blinking, her eyes dazedly look down at the semen and tears dripping onto the ground, the puddle there as her slit leaks thick webs of your sperm and her own fluids, the scent of dragoness in heat and rutting male gryphon so thick about us it's almost visible and certainly impossible to ignore. For a second, just a second, she thought it was over, you'd cum, it was done, and she could leave, but then those sharp talons dig into her hide and draw blood once more, the beak at her shoulder tasting her life essence as she ROARS when your hips crash into hindquarters. The stab at her cervix so intense she nearly passes out from the pain, fangs bared and the sound of her claws skittering over the floor heard as loud as the shlurp of your cock into her abused, slick breeding tunnel. It only gets worse too as you hammer in and force her pained inner barrier open, the last insult coming as you make her last defenses give in and force your claim upon her most intimate and fertile of places.

Her belly is so hot around your tip, and you'd swear you might feel a few soft touches of eggs waiting to be bathed in your potent sperm, but her roar dies as she loses her breath, your pointed tip slipping in, swallowing it and your fore knot to make you shiver in pure, unfettered bliss. You can even feel it lock tight behind you, her body not wishing to let you free until you've fully seeded her and lost every rich drop of semen right into her egg chamber. The spasms she releases are just as exquisite as the depths of her belly, your harsh, painful intrusion causing heavy clenches around your glowing blue breeding flesh, milking it, pulling on it to encourage you to grind and sheath into her tight little drooling cunt, the viscous slime forced out by your excruciatingly painful intrusion, the dragoness so tired and sore and breathless that quiet stutters and tears all she can manage.

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With only one part of him left to squish into hot little thighs, the horny huffing gryphon works quickly to get his base knot up into this lovely little beast. With a few inches to rub around your insides, he takes full advantage of your body, using his motions to accent his words. "Mmm, enjoying yourself little girl? Having your tail hiked like a common little slut, letting any ol' bird fuck that needy little cunt of yours." He churrs loudly, thoroughly pleased with himself as he rapes tight little prize good and hard, that thick bulk at the base of his cock kissing your neither lips each time, those heavy orbs slapping up against your clit wetly. "Mpfh! I'm going to sink all the way into you and fill you up until your belly sags so wide you'll be waddling out of my cave rrrRAAH!" His thrusts have come at opportune times to punctuate his speech, rubbing his bare flesh all along your insides, nothing between his dripping tip and your unprotected womb but a thin glossy sheen of our intermingled juices.

The last roar of triumph, however, punctuates his final trust instead as he pins you down and slips that tender sensitive ball of muscle at the base of his shaft right up inside you. Being rutted and raped so aggressively, he's beaten your forequarters flush to the ground into an embarrassing vulnerable position giving him just the right angle to shoot his load strait up into your womb. With your warm comfortable vent snug and secure around his shaft, he has no reserves left about dumping his sperm into your ripe little egg chamber and with one final hard tug and thrust, he hiisssssses out in pure blissful satisfaction and starts cumming hard. The thick fountain of radiant blue seed that erupts from his flared tip is nearly continual, simply pissing sperm into your open belly.

You can vividly feel each pulse of that powerful cum-delivering vein along the underside of his thick meaty organ drain the contents of his testicles into that receptive womb of yours. With all the focus of this vicious carnal act on getting you pregnant, neither bird no beast has realized that all the glowing markings he drew on your body have faded beside the two old runes on your belly, the one of fertility and the one of abundance. Those two glow as brightly as ever, pulsing at a steady rate as age old incarnations are accidentally invoked causing the poor female's oviducts to open and expand, allowing thick rivulets of hot gryphon cum to splash right up onto the source of her heat, helping 'cool' the fires with his potent seed. Each throb of the runes helps both male and female copulate, the unwilling female ovulating with each pulse while ensuring every thick soupy rope of semen is rich and full of ripe vigorous sperm ready to impregnate dragoness, raping the dragoness at her very core.

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The poor violated girl manages quite the vicious snarl in reply to your taunts, glowing saliva, mingled with your cum, oozing from her lips and around her fangs from when she suckled you. That is about all she can manage however and it's more from the pain of your harsh rape and stabbing within her belly than the defiance she feels as you spark and rile her up again. You can feel it though, see it on her face, she's broken, her soft utters of pain and distress still there but her fight has mostly left her. Her body is aching, knows only it wants to breed with you, and her mind is broken from the treatment she's received at your paws. All she wants is for it to be over, for the pain and abuse and torment to stop, but instead of a quick, easy release she gets the full force of the regal gryphon's powerful release. The knot that kisses and pounds her already overly sore, heated slit finally slips in, swallowing it up deeply into her silken breeding tunnel and applying a sudden, HARD squeeze around it as it does.

The spike of pleasure is intense and her eyes shut tight again, forcing another wave of tears out as your tip burrows so deeply into her unprotected womb. You know she's fertile, you could already smell it and taste it, and she has no escape now that your knots have locked her in lace beneath you, front and back. Chest and head down, hind end lifted, tail hiked, her lush, glowing, scent marked cunt is on full display and fully offered to her sexy gryphon, sheath not just mashed into it but pulled inside an inch or two while your sexy full orbs churn and start to pulse the precious spurts of heavy gryphon seed into her belly. They're pushed hard to her undertail, warm kisses and nuzzles from a pulsing slit pleasuring them as you grind into her so hard and deep, a last loud cry of pain and anguish echoing out as your heavy, fertile, luminescent semen floods her belly and claims her as your brooding female. She had no idea the markings you left would have a lasting effect, but she does feel it when it happens, chest heaving, sobbing, her claws kneading into the ground if only a touch as you fully seed her...then the sensation of her forced ovulation hits.

Such a lovely counterpoint to what's happening, raped and impregnated against her will, also made to ovulate against her will, releasing egg after egg for the powerful beast mounting her to claim. It's when her oviducts swell out and your first hot rope of essence lances up into it and douses her ovary that she cums against her will. Spasms like you've never felt before ripple around your girth, pulsing in time with your slimy jets of rich glowing cum to pull on you, around you, nurse you and draw upon your swollen orbs for the extra fertile sperm that bathe her eggs and fertilize them. While you claim her, raping your poor little hen, your sperm rape her eggs, one after the other she ovulates for you, and those fresh ova are assaulted by your seed before they even make it to her swelling egg chamber.

You can feel her go lax, still held up in paralysis, but her utters of pain and tears of embarrassment come quietly now, feeling her deepest, most private and most richly fertile of depths violated and soaked in the male's seed, heavy webs of your rich sperm clinging to her walls and oviducts, the viscous fluid sitting heavily in her ovaries and her belly alike to make her feel egg heavy already. There's little she can do on the outside, but her inner body holds you tight, secure, warm and safe, pleasuring you as it was designed, feeling as though it were made for you with the glove-tight fit of her spasming breeding tunnel and the secure tie of your base knot and fore knot at her eagerly squeezing cervix, and you can feel your warm, rich creamy seed pulse out and bather her insides and your own cock alike*

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The only word to describe this feeling was... well, at the moment with his brain spiked with pleasure he wasn't even coherent enough to think of a word... But if he WAS, it would be 'satisfaction', total and complete utter satisfaction. He could feel her belly swelling in his paws, he'd never have guessed he could ever dump this much sperm into a female, let along in a single orgasm but here was the proof. He'd only been teasing about making her waddle out of the cave but by the time he was done with her, that's exactly what she'd be doing looking easily several months pregnant. At some point during the inception process, the poor humiliated, pain and pleasure riddled dragoness had passed out, her dreamless sleep tormented with the sensation of feeling those hot little sperms wiggling up into the boundless dozens of young in her belly. Each time one was successfully inseminated, she'd twitch just slightly, her body elated at being so thoroughly bred while her mind was much less so.

It must have been several hours before she awoke again but the first thing she realized was she could move, freely without the paralyzing effects of the creature. The next was the soreness all over, stretched, bitten, clawed and fucked as she'd been; it was understandable after having been raped like some helpless yearling. Then came the realization that she was alone, no longer mounted and for a brief fleeting second she thought it might have all been a bad dream... until came the slight glow of her plump rounded tummy. It wasn't a dream... he'd stuffed her so full she radiating from the inside by the sheer quantity he'd emptied into her, stretching her belly taunt enough to show off his claim from the inside- if that weren't already obvious by the reek of male gryphon on her hide and the slow steady stream of luminescent fluid that dribbled from her undertail.

It took quite some time to regain her composure enough to walk, wanting to leave this place as quickly as possible. He'd left marks for her at least, honoring his part of the bargain at least in the form of semen smeared along the wall. She hated having to follow it but she needed out, everything smelled like him. Hidden in the darkness he watched her go, the best fuck of his life carrying more of his eggs in her belly this one time then every other time he'd propagate his genes for the rest of his life combined...