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This was an RP between myself and the wonderful 'Royelle'. It has not been spellchecked completely, and is not intended to be a proper story. This was merely done for some fun and relaxation.

It contains sex between a gryphon and a dragoness. If you're looking for a deep plot, this is not for you.

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A loud creak echoed through the courtyard as the castle gates began to open. From his position at the end of the courtyard, the noble gryphon Talos watched on with a curious gaze as the large doors widened to admit the coming visitor. As the light began to seep in through the rising sun from behind the impenetrable walls, the avian's eyes began to focus upon the shapes moving through the entrance to his home. It was easy to see what his soldiers had brought him; as part of the treaty between gryphons and dragons, they had been offered a gift in exchange for their cooperation. The large beasts may have the upper hand in sheer force, but they had not counted on the natural cunning of the gryphon population.

"My Lord," came the call from one of the messengers, "we have returned with your treaty gift, as per the terms of the accord." Talos rose from his seat, slowly standing as all of the other gryphons bowed their heads before him. He could see the dragon clearly now, walking alongside four of his guards as she was lead into the middle of the courtyard. All around, many noble and soldier avians watched on, wondering how their king would handle such an event. They came to stop in the very center, and Talos slowly began to walk over to the dragon with the slow, deliberate steps of a practised royal.

Walking along in silence, the sapphire female having been long resigned to her fate. She was here by choice, and somewhat resented the way she had been treated as if she would flee. Volunteers asked for, and she stepped up, knowing it was best for her kind. Having no mate, and her parents lost to this misunderstanding, she felt it was the right thing to do to avoid others losing their loved ones. Young yet by dragon standards, barely past her first estrus she still was fully matured, her sapphire hide gleaming in the sun as she pads along with her escort. The markings along her sides were nearly black despite her willingness to be here, nervous, unsure of her decided fate, and missing her friends, but as those gates opened she knew it was right, and what's more there was no turning back. With a deep breath she steadies herself and moves forward when the guards usher her on, the female's keen emerald eyes surveying the landscape, but when she spots the others paying so much heed to the male at the end her eyes gaze over him, inspecting, curious. A flick of her tail comes as he rises and moves to meet her, and for a time she gazes upon him, his eyes, his face, clearly intelligent, majestic, appreciating his form despite her predicament.

"Sir." she says, dipping her head when he gets close enough, ears laid back in a submissive fashion and speaking with her snout pointed at his forepaws. "I come to offer myself as recompense for our clan's mistake." At this she remains frozen, head down, nervously waiting to hear what her fate may be.

The large gryphon walked over to her with authoritative steps, his large, bulky size becoming more apparent the closer he got. She would notice that he was easily taller than her, even though most dragons matured to be larger than gryphons.

"Good," he stated simply, in a powerful voice, "you have addressed me with the proper respect, and it seems they have given us a young one, too." He stepped forward and looked down into her eyes, which she seemed reluctant to meet his intense gaze. He scrutinized her face and body for a good while, the rest of the gryphons having fallen dead silent as they waited for their king to decide what he was going to do to her. Those close to the king, and his advisors, already knew what awaited the beast, but did not say a word.

Standing back up straight, he motioned for his guards to step back, the four quickly hurrying off to join the others at the side. With a small motion, he beckoned for the dragon to follow him.

"Come," he ordered in a tone that suggested complete obedience was demanded, "step into my castle. The morning is cold, and I wish to put you to use in a more welcoming environment."

Keeps her ears laid back even as she hears at least some bit of good news, waiting, twitching the spaded tip of her tail as her forepaws knead the ground as she hopes to hear more. Instead of finding out what he wants from her, however, she feels that stern, inspecting gaze, swallowing once, audibly so as he sees that pristine hide and healthy, young body of a powerful huntress reaching her prime. She won't grow too much larger, her particular line of dragon of the smaller variety, shorter, stronger, but no less as fearsome as warrior or predator. Eventually her head lifts to meet his gaze, but only after those eyes are upon her own for a good minute does she look to them, curiosity, interest and a tinge of fear and uncertainty in those orbs. When her escort suddenly shifts and moves off that graceful head lifts and she blinks once, looking to the guards that had lead her here now joined with the others, a quick lash of her tail coming as a result. Jaws part as she readies a question, but she hesitates, and that command comes before her thoughts are allowed to finish.

"As you wish, Sir." She utters softly, those ears once more laying back as she moves to follow him, her head perhaps a bit lower than would otherwise be normal clawtips scraping a bit, weary, unsure of what he means by this, but at least she can get away from the prying eyes of all these gryphons and maybe some place to enjoy some peace and quiet.

Talos glanced back to see the blue-colored dragon trailing him up the large flight of steps to the entrance to the castle itself. Turning back he look at his avian subjects and informed them of their role.

"You may return to your positions," he ordered, "my advisors will meet me in the dining chambers, and I will address you upon my return." There was an audible chorus of acknowledgements from the gryphons as they obeyed without question, Talos placing a claw on the door to open it for the pair of them to enter. Once the dragon was inside, he allowed the door to close, continuing onwards until they reached a small room that contained a lot of different objects and surfaces.

"Sit," he commanded to the female, watching as her eyes glanced around with what looked like a combination of awe and nervousness. She obeyed, quite clearly well-trained by her kin to work with those of noble stature. He allowed a moment to pass before standing in front of her with a direct gaze.

"Do you know why you are here?" he asked in a low voice, "do you have any questions for me before we progress things from this point? Tell me your name, to start with."

She pauses when the lord before her does, head lifting and turning to look behind herself and watch them leave so quickly, yet surprised somewhat that she wasn't made more of a spectacle for what had happened. There's a quiet sigh of relief, her head turning back to him, and then those doors, knowing whatever was beyond them was to be her fate, likely from now to till the rest of her life. With a shudder and shift of her wings she moves up those stairs, sliding past the gryphon and into the chamber where paused to watch him, and giving a last, longing look as the light beyond that door disappeared. The click of the latch was like a snap in her mind, the last bit of acknowledgement that her fate was sealed, and with a quiet huff to herself she looked to the lord before moving to follow him once more. Her form stays close, and she does everything that is ordered, including that sit, nearby enough to show she accepts her place, but far enough to respect his space as well, unsure just yet how to address him, or how entirely to act. The powerful gryphon male can see the nervousness in her eyes, upon her face when comes to stand before her, and again those ears lay back, giving a bit of a nod.

"To atone for our misdeed. I know only that a female of our clan was requested, and was told nothing more." There's a brief pause when that question comes, and she twitches her tail, mulling things over. "I am Royelle. May...may I ask what yours is, or what I am to call you? And...well...what is it that you wish of me?"

The royal gryphon looked over her for a few moments, picking his words carefully.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Royelle. I am Talos, Lord of the Kingdom, and you will address me as Sir, Lord or Master at any given time. Do this, and I shall not have to punish you in any way." He turned away from her, his gaze rolling over the detailed tapestries on the walls. Looking back to her, he slowly approached until he was standing mere inches from her head, looking down at her with an intense stare.

"I see they did not inform you of your role when they gave you to us," he noted, shaking his head, "it seems dragons will never be completely honest. We requested more than a female, but I can see they didn't give you the other half of the job description. I suppose then, it is for the best if I make things simple for you, give you no illusions about your fate. You are free to eat, sleep and live a normal, productive life within the castle. You shall be given accommodation and service from our servants, and are free to do as you please within the confines of the castle. However... you will have one task that is required of you, and it is not open for discussion or negotiation. Starting immediately, you shall become my own, personal breeding partner. Your body will belong to me, and me only, to use as I see fit whenever and wherever I so choose. You may not resist or complain, only accept. That is your role now... what say you to this?"

She is more surprised by the 'pleasure' part than anything that has come so far, her eyes brightening a bit, and she nods once as she makes a mental note to address you properly at all times. She has no idea what that punishment would be, but doesn't want to find out either. Her gaze even follows his own when he looks to those tapestries, curious, wondering if they have some significance, but they are quickly forgotten when he comes back and gets so close, even getting her form to shrink back a bit from his, though her paws stand their ground. She's tempted to interject that the elders always have a reason for not telling all the truth but thinks better of it, and as she hears what her life is to be like that brightness grows and the nervousness fades. The tension throughout that azure body eases, and even her tail has taken to swaying softly and slowly over the lush carpet. It's clear she likes what she's hearing, and her young mind is already wondering why on earth they would have demanded one of her clan to for this...but then that catch comes, her tail freezing mid motion and she blinks, lips parting and hanging open. She clearly is running this news through her mind...while it's a natural instinct in every creature to want to breed she hadn't given it much thought. Certainly seeing other hatchlings around had made her yearn for them now and then, but she also had only had one heat, and the over whelming desire had not yet hit.

"I will accept my fate, and do as you wish. I won't...I won't ever deny you what you wish of my body, and I will bare your young as you deem fit." The decision in her mind was but an unimportant after thought, she had no choice. The moment the guards met her at her clan's home, that was it, but the truth is she was far from put out by this situation, and the powerful gryphon can see her suddenly looking upon him in a new light, gauging his worth as a breeder, nostrils suddenly widening in instinct to memorize his scent as her eyes scanned his form with new purpose.

The virile male gryphon watched her reaction to his news with critical eyes, he too analyzing her potential as a creature to rut. He had long held attractions for dragons... having mated so many gryphons, both male and female, this would be an exotic, luxurious treat for him to enjoy properly.

"Your words are strong," he commented, "but they are but words. You have not experienced a proper rutting, and you are so young. You will be made to take whatever I have to offer, regardless of your preferences. And in the royal tradition, I will display your seeded body to the rest of the kingdom to show my ownership over my new pet. I shall claim you hard, and leave my marking upon your body to show my claim to others. Yet, if you have the right mindset, you may enjoy what I have to offer. Otherwise, I shall simply have to rut you against your will, but I would rather avoid such a situation. When we are not coupling, you will follow my every command and order to the letter, or be punished. Aside from this, you may live as a normal noble would within the castle, and sleep in my own private chambers. If you have any questions, my pet, now would be the time to voice them." He smiled, wondering if she would prove to be just another female hole to breed, or someone he could invest time and effort into to produce the perfect female companion.

She doesn't miss the way those eyes roam her form, the sapphire dragon is young but she knows all about breeding and has been inspected by more than one male, and more than just by his eyes. Her form shifts and the gryphon can tell she is showing herself off a bit, fluttering her wings a touch as those markings, once nearly black, now shifting to light grey and then offering the tiniest bit of subtle blue glow. After all, if she is to be inspected as a rutting female she has much to offer, even she knows this, and what female doesn't enjoy being appreciated for her attributes. Even as her new owner speaks she keeps up that bit of display, nodding once, smart enough to know he speaks the truth with the first part They are just words, she has no experience. But it is rather common for dragon matings, even breedings to be not consensual at times when the female gets into a particularly strong or feisty heat and doesnt wish to yield to the chosen male. Still, there is no evidence of any complaint from this azure female, to anything he says, ears perked to listen the whole time quietly, respectfully.

"I...I don't know how to respond, honestly, Master. But I will do my best to hold up my end of the agreement, and to be pleasing. I know I am fertile, so at the very least I will bare you, I hope, strong and healthy young, and...even if I am sore from a harsh mating I will lift my tail for you, you have my word." At this, she pauses, wondering about such. She had heard of cross species breeding before, but never actually seen one, and is soon wondering why such a royal leader would wish for a dragon when he could have any gryphoness he desired. Then again as she gazed upon his handsome face she got her answer as her own desires began to filter in...he was so very attractive, she would like to see what it's like being with him, and he can see that gentle desire creep into those young emerald eyes, wondering what kind of marks she would bare besides a swelling belly, thoughts of being shown to the gathered clan that shows his young growing in her womb...

"I'm honestly not sure what to ask, but...I'm sure I will come up with questions as you show me my role."

Talos nodded in acceptance of her words.

"Very good," he told her with a smile, "you do know how to speak, I'll give you that much. Don't worry, I will take my time with you. You are here only for my own pleasure, do not forget that. I own you, and have the rights to your body and everything else you will ever possess. However, I do enjoy seeing female squirm under my touch... sometimes the pleasure can be found just as much in giving as it can in recieving." His eyes lingered over her body, his gaze detecting everything about this female in his company. He could hear her elevated heart rate, see her small twitches of anxiety and curiosity, smell the complexities of her scent... the dragons had truly sent him a fine gift.

"So, my pet," he said gently, "I can see you look a little eager to see just what I'm made of. I can assure you, you will know soon just how much I have to give. But, for starters, your Master would like a bit of a show. How about it, little one?" He sat back on a soft cushion, his eyes unwavering upon her body.

"Show me the secrets of the female dragon named Royelle... it would be foolish to hide them from me."

Listens intently, nodding only once, her form hiding nothing yet not all is truly or fully revealed. She too inspects you, the curiosity being replaced by eagerness, and a slowly building desire to see all of you, but when you sit back and and tell her that she just stands there a moment. There's an almost blank stare from being put on the spot, but then those instincts surface and she remembers some of her mother's teachings about impressing a male, a smile coming over her muzzle.

"Alright, I don't know how gryphons show off, but hopefully you will find it pleasing." Her voice a bit softer, certainly having a bit of shyness as her body awakens. First those markings, the dragoness turning so her side faces you, offering a low, heavy bassy purr to her would be suitor. Even if he owns her, she knows there is an element of proving herself here, showing she is a capable breeder, that she has the ability to please him in more ways than just the flesh. The stripes along her form light up, flashing gently from that dull grey to the bright electric blue, pure natural bioluminescence. But even as they light up she turns and faces you, head up and flaring her wings out, those large, majestic blue sails fanning out to their full width before she suddenly rears back to her hinds and beats them. A wash of air and her rich scent filled his nostrils, the gentle spice of dragoness arousal, vanilla from the oil she uses to keep her hide pristine, shiny, smooth and healthy, and the natural scent of skin and tinges of places she's been. Another flap and she lets herself fall forward again with a quiet thud, eyes bright, warm, gazing into his own before slowly turning, this time showing the other side of her. Not a mark upon her body, not a scratch or imperfection in that azure and cerulean hide, and then the last part, her turn continuing until his eyes glaze of her back, and those wide birthing haunches. Long tail sweeping behind her she gazes upon her owner over her shoulder, then lets that lengthy appendage curl to the side and hike up as her hind legs part, showing him the sky blue lips of her sex and the tighter, smaller slit of her tailhole just beyond, the lips of her sex barely a shade of light purple and likely to become far more so.

"Is this...sufficient, Master?" she asks, offering a smile.

With a silent nod, the gryphon admits he is primarily impressed.

"Such perfection... and a virgin too," he commented, flicking his own tail happily, "depending on your performance, I think you will be worth the King's time and effort. Nary a mark on your body, such delightful colorings and patterns... I do say you have lived up to expectations on first inspection." He chuckled and slowly moved over to a small, yet expensive-looking couch and draped himself out across it, still managing to keep his eyes focused upon her. She did not move, only continued to allow him to admire her sex and her firm body.

"It seems a shame to mark such perfection," he admitted, "but I'm afraid you will not be leaving this room today until you bear a visible, permanent reminder of your owner for all to see." He stretched out his wings luxuriously, enjoying the time he was spending getting to know this dragoness. If only the males were not so stubborn, he may have never gotten this chance. War could indeed have its spoils.

"You will come to see my own body in time," he reminded her, "but that must be earned, not given away easily. You may return to a normal position now, my pet, and may approach me. I wish to know, do you want me to own you, little one? Does the thought of being bred by me make you feel pleased, or not so? While I can simply take you against your will, it seems so... mundane to have to bother breeding one who will not show such pleasantry in return."

Royelle stays in that position, showing she is quite capable of maintaining such as long as need be, and more over, ensuring that her owner can enjoy the view to his heart's content. The only motion comes from the tip of her tail, the spade gently flicking between steady, smooth motions, while the wash of female musk gently begins to fill the air of his chamber. Only when she receives the okay does her chest lift up again and tail lower, the blue nodding as she moves towards the lounging gryphon on silent paws. Upon reaching the couch she stops when her forelegs are at its edge and sits down upon her haunches, right before his regal head with a tilt of her own at his question. There is a pause, again thinking her reply over as she studies his face, seeing if this perhaps is a trick question or some such.

"I...I don't know. You are right, I am a virgin, I wasn't ready to have young of my own so I chose not to mate, thus...I can't know if I want these things you speak of. i am sorry if my answer doesn't please you, but just as I can't know if I would enjoy the taste of an animal I hadn't yet caught and killed, how can I know if I wish to belong to you? I've not experienced...anything like what you are asking of me before...but I am here as I was supposed to be, and...I do find you most attractive..." she pauses, a bit of a blush on those azure cheeks. "I know I find myself desirous of you, but more than that I can't say, but I gave you my word I would accept you, and if I find that I enjoy this role you have laid out for me, I won't hide it."

"You speak wisely," the avian informed her with a slight tilt of his majestic head, "we shall see, in time, how you feel about your new position between my legs. Unlike the other females of the castle, however, your sole responsibility will be to hold my seed. No other job is required of you, simply your maw, womb and even your tailhole if I so desire it." He reached out and placed a paw on her jaw, giving it a soft rub, his eyes staring right into her own.

"How about I... loosen you up to the idea of being my personal breeding pet?" he asked rhetorically, "there is no reason why we cannot have ourselves a little lighthearted fun before I have to rut you properly." He rose from his seat, standing over her body and once more intimidating her with his powerful structure and impressive height. With a single paw he wrapped it around her body and lifted her up onto the couch he had just been laying upon moments ago. Through his powerful muscles she realised just how strong he was, able to lift her body with a single paw. As she lay down on the couch, Talos watched her to see if she would say or do anything to resist his motions. To his satisfaction, she simply lay there and allowed him to manipulate her body as he pleased. The large male slowly approached her lower body and gazed over the area between her hind legs.

"Would my pet like her Master to have a taste of her sex?" he asked directly.

Does give a nod to that statement, her eyes gazing deeply into his own as her tailtip twitches against her forelegs and the bottom of the couch.

"I understand, Master." She replies. "And thank you." The smile on her muzzle disappearing when at the suggestion of loosening her up, another curious glance up at him. Lighthearted fun sounds nice she has to admit, bobbing her head once before letting out a quiet meep when the male so easily picks up her body and manipulates her like that, the only motions she makes are a bit of surprised squirmings, a flick of her tail and some wiggling to get more comfortable as her wings lay out and droop a little bit. Other than that she is still and waits there to see what he wishes of her, what he means by his statement, silent, curious, even a touch nervous. When that head shifts and moves towards her lower parts that blush returns, cheeks warm and eyes looking a bit bashful, but on impulse her hindlegs shift apart so his view is unobstructed.

"If you wish to do so." A little nervousness in her voice, this one seeming to be indeed quite innocent in the ways of intimacy, but only in the doings, for she was taught well many things about the pleasures of male and female, and has seen it many times.

He looked over her body, noticing her willing exposure to him as her hind legs widened to give him access. From here he could see much more, the intricate details of her virgin flower visible to his ever-focused gaze.

"I prefer to take my time to explore a possible partner," he explained to her, his paw wandering across her leg very, very slowly. His breath washed over her underbelly, reminding her of his continued presence.

"While you are now my property, and will spend a large portion of your time here with a womb full of my seed, there are other ways in which one can seek to understand his pet." His paw soon danced over the area just above her tight slit, teasing without much effort at all. His head moved slowly down to join his paw, her body trembling in anticipation of what he would do to her.

"You will find me to be forceful in my claiming of you," he continued, "I fully expect you to be unable to walk once I am through inseminating your body. I will tear into your flesh and leave my marking on your hide, and I will hold you down as I rut you full of my essence. Yet..." He purred softly, his tongue slowly extending to caress her soft underbelly, a weak-point in dragon combat.

"If you can accept me as your owner and breeder, then there is no reason I cannot offer my own pleasures." With that, his tongue slipped further down, and he took his first, soft lick over the outside of her feminine entrance.

She tenses up noticeably when that first touch comes, not so much fearing he'd hurt her as the caress along her inner thigh being something new to her, and something she isn't yet comfortable with. He can certainly see the way that hide shimmers over powerful, trained muscles, this female no weak female, no pathetic hatchling, and it's something those delicate touches of claw and fingertips can sense. While she may not be on par with his sexual prowess, she cannot hide her arousal that is coming to his soft, teasing touches, the wash of hot breath and the way his fingers glide so close to that sensitive entrance. That desire evident by her own body visibly showing itself, those markings along her back and flanks lit and glowing, leaving no doubt she's not only intrigued, but is wanting this intimacy with the majestic gryphon that calls her his.

"I...I don't know how I will handle all of that." she swallows, gazing up at him with a smile. "But dragons are...well they can be very rough in their mating as well, so it's not an alien concept to me, though I guess...I guess I'll find out what exactly you have in store for me when it happens." That sweet, young voice, richly female and full of youth shaky with the gently building desire, while his eyes see a bead of moisture form between the lips of her slit, the folds swollen just a little and showing a lot of purple coloration. Some of the things she heard clearly turning her on by instinct alone as she imagines it while others make her fearful, not so sure if she's looking forward to it all, but it's clear by the arching of her hips that savors the touch of that tongue. What's more he gets quite the flavor, rich, untouched female, the tingle of her naturally fertile state hard to miss, and getting a cute gasp from her as her ears lay back and forepaws squeeze against her own chest.

Talos' tongue slid over her sex, the first contact he had ever had in the place by another male. Her taste was divine; untouched and untainted by any other male... she was his and his only. Soon he would flood that place with his avian semen, but for now he would savor her inner flesh at his own pace. His tongue slowly circled around her clit, eliciting a rather loud moan from her as his stimulation began to work upon her. It wouldn't be long, he knew, before she was begging for him to satisfy her, but he would not grant her such a thing until his own needs had been properly met.

"You should be proud," he said, pausing for the merest moment, "I have not come across a taste as exquisite before in all my years... you are quite the treat." His flexible avian tongue slowly pressed against her slit, forcing the flesh to part by the smallest amount. She expected him to continue into her, but he merely slid that warm oral organ over the lips of her snatch, tasting her natural lubricants which seeped from her to prepare her for the breeding to come.

"I want to hear it from your lips," he said softly, meeting her gaze intently, "I want you to say it firmly and with conviction. Do you wish for me to continue, my pet? Do you want my tongue inside of you? Speak the words, my dragoness, and I shall consider it." He smiled playfully, ruffling his feathers in anticipation."

Royelle can't stop from digging her foreclaws into her own chest as that pleasure comes again, this time in a different way, in a different place, her clit at first hidden, but with those circling licks the soft, sensitive bud of flesh swells and peaks out to greet her owner. The scent matches the taste, rich and musky, but that pleasant nepenthe of female rather than the spice and weight of male, her jaw by now hanging slack as her breathing picks up and heart rate increases rapidly.

"R-really?" she asks, blinking a bit dazedly down at the gorgeous avian, her tail giving a hard swish, right between her legs, gently slapping his right ankle and immediately flattening her ears again and whimpering, hoping it didn't anger him. Untouched yes, but in her mind there was nothing special about being a virgin, and had never really stopped to sample her own flavor as the large, powerful male was now doing so. As those emerald orbs, now slitted, gaze over this furred and feathered beast she realizes she does find him attractive, more than just a little, no longer does she see him as the imposing executioner of her slavery, but a stunningly attractive male that is offering her sensations and pleasures never before experienced. The fact is he's more alluring in both manner and form than many of the dragons that had seemed interested in her, and she was quickly deciding this was a better life than what she had.

Such is youth, not even seeing what's to come, no longer thinking of it as that tongue gathers another thick dollop of her fluids, the taste even stronger as more had come, a thin strand joining tongue to slit before it retreats far enough to snap. Almost immediately those swollen lips showed more of her thick fluids, and those hips, which had lifted to meet his beak of their own accord, fall with a gasp from her parted jaws.

"Yes, please, don't stop. I want to feel more, want to feel you deeper..." She bites her lower lip after she says it, eyes reopening after that deep, teasing lick. It's clear she wants to say more, but is afraid to, those spread hind legs, her tail and forepaws all lightly trembling.

The dragoness' words reached his ears and his smile widened as he acknowledged them, hearing exactly what he wanted to hear. The gryphon could feel her under his paw, trembling and moving with her lust and nervousness, and he intended to make her feel comfortable with the idea of being his. As his tongue slowly made its way deeper and deeper into her untouched sex, her moans became louder, her movements stronger, her scent more pungent. The tip of his curved beak touched against her entrance as his tongue began to work its way into depths she had never explored before, licking over the pristine inner walls of her vaginal passage with an eagerness the King had not shown for a long time. He could taste her arousal in her fluids; it was easy to tell the difference between a female who was accepting because she had to, and one who was accepting because she wanted to. He wondered how she would feel once he had dominated her completely in their rutting. He withdrew from her for a short moment, to speak his words.

"I expect you to return the favor when I am finished with you," he ordered, "I will enjoy seeing your maw surrounding my maleness, and hopefully you will take some pleasure in your work also." With that he spread her open even wider, his tongue diving back into her, this time penetrating her passage with its impressive, flexible length as he tasted her deepest regions with what he could reach. Her flavor seemed to gather strength the further into her he went, and by the sounds of her breathing she was not far from reaching a climax.

Arching her hips, the dragoness hisses through clenched teeth the moment that curved beak first touches, and parts those already over sensitive and eager folds. It was clear she was becoming more and more used to the idea of being with the gryph in this way, her form being both more tensed from the rising needs and pleasure, but more relaxed as she gets used to being intimate, and what's more, craves this intimacy. Indeed the deeper that nimble tongue goes not only does the flavor grow stronger, but the fluids a little thicker and the heat more potent as well, not to mention the way her hips lifts to grind into that smooth curved beak of his, leaving it glistening with her pent up need. To go along with the changes, he soon got to enjoy those powerful inner muscles coming to life, the soft, silken walls gently squeezing against and along that questing tongue, first very gentle, erratic, going on pure reflex to the sensations, but any time her clit is touched or a particularly deep or pleasurable wave hits her he can feel those muscles squeeze with remarkable strength, the same muscles that will be birthing his young right now awakening to the kiss of his tongue.

"Return the favor?" she asks, eyes closed to her pleasure, licking her lips and uttering low groans to him, a hard shudder rippling down her back to end with another flick of her tail. It takes a moment to realize what he means, then blinks her eyes open and gazes down at him, seeming to both enjoy that idea and feel that spark of curiosity rise in her. After all, she's never seen a male gryphon's equipment before, the part of her wanting to see it, wondering if the scent is at all similar to the males of her clan being answered in that she will know soon enough.

The gryphon gives a curt nod, continuing his work inside of her. He knows she will not be able to handle his attentions much longer; not many females could. She had lasted surprisingly well, but he knew she was close to breaking.

"Finish, my pet," he ordered softly, "don't deny yourself to me." He pressed even deeper, eating her out with that impressive tongue, lapping away at her silky inner folds in ways she had never even imagined, even after what she had been told. He wondered if she had expected this kind of treatment, and was glad she was not resisting him in any way. Her body began to shudder and he knew she was going to peak, his tongue eagerly willing to swallow down all of her female fluids from her inevitable climax. He placed a paw on her underbelly to hold her down so she didn't buck too much from her lust, as many-a-female had in the past, and pressed himself further than ever into her, finally taking her over the edge as her orgasm hit her full-force for the first time in her life.

The sapphire is panting heavily by now, her whole body writhing on the couch, wings shifting, flexing at either side of her as she snaps at the air, the feral side of her starting to take over. Somewhere she was holding back, as if afraid to fully enjoy this, maybe it was a test to see how she would perform, or how long she could last. Gritted fangs and clenching hindpaws come with that build up, her eyes once again falling shut as her ears lay back tight against her head, those wide hips bucking furiously as soon as those words come. No longer is any part of her holding back, the handsome avian able to see his prize, his pet, in the throws of ecstasy and in all her glory, to catch a glimpse of the raw ferality of a dragoness as she cums, and cums hard with her first ever peak, first ever male.

A growl turns into a howl of bliss, head back, cry uttered to the ceiling of his chamber as those silken walls, never before touched, convulse, squeezing first like a vice before they shift, erratic spasms moving along his curling oral flesh. If that tongue is long enough it might even reach that soft place deep within her, the entrance to her womb, but even if it doesn't he'll get to enjoy a light taste of it as her climax brings a gentle oozing to a wash of fluid, the potency soaking his beak, tongue and filling his maw with her rich, young flavor. With his forepaw on her belly she can't buck up as hard as she'd like, but it doesn't stop her hindclaws from digging in and trying to spear into his beak as her snarls of passion echo, finally easing, slowing and stopping with gusty pants.

As the dragoness finally calms down, the gryphon gently slipped his beak from her soaking-wet folds, licking over the curved appendage as he indulged in her intense taste. He allowed her a moment to catch her breath, her body heaving on the couch as her warm fluids oozed out onto the soft surface. Talos chuckled, he would have that cleaned later on by one of the servants.

"I trust that was... highly enjoyable for you," he stated, not needing a reply. He already knew how she felt. He watched as she slowly turned over and got to her claws, her legs a little shaky from the intensity of her first orgasm with such a skilled male. Talos did not help her up; his females needed to be strong to handle him, and he would not assist them in any way if they could not withstand the rigors of being his lover.

"Perhaps now you have revised your opinions?" he inquired with a smile, "while there are times when I will not be so gentle, there is still a lot for you to enjoy, if you are willing to embrace it." He purred softly, a deep rumble in his powerful avian chest. She was still unsteady, but looked at him with a renewed interest.

"I will not hide anything from you," he added, swishing his tail slowly, "what I expect from you is simple. I will do things like that, and you will do the same to me. When I ejaculate, you will swallow as much of my seed as you can. If you are unable to take it all, you will wear it upon your face. I will bend you over and rut you forcibly, until you are stuffed full of my fertile sperm. I may do this up to five or six times, depending on how I feel. You will be given no option to ever refuse, and will lift your tail no matter the situation. If we are out in public, dining in the feast hall or even taking a swim in the river, you will raise your tail at my order. If you can manage all of this, then anything you desire will be yours within reason. You will live in comfort, dine like a noble, and possess anything you desire. However, you will remain faithful to your King and Master only, and raising your tail for another will result in severe punishment. As I said, I have made my intentions known, it is truly up to you whether you will accept them, or be sent away to live with the servants."

Blinks her eyes open eventually, her tired form laying there, somewhat spent and yet not feeling utterly so, not fully exhausted, namely because as a dragoness she will have multiple climaxes in a session normally with the right male, and because her body had not received the warmth of a male's flesh and sperm deep in her belly. He can tell she was in heaven but still wanting, and what's more, wanting him, and him alone. Panting and recuperating she gazes up at this handsome avian, her eyes full of desire, full of want and now growing affection for him, but with that ever stern gaze she is feeling a bit bashful. Never before has a male done such a thing, put her in this state, seen her like this, but slowly she rolls over and stands, a few thick oozings from her slit coming forth when she is righted again and drooling down her thighs, one heavy clear rope dripping to the ground beneath. Perhaps shaky yes but stands on her own power, even giving a prideful flutter of her wings before the mighty gryphon King at his inquiry.

"It...it was wonderful. And yes, while I don't know that I will like everything you have planned for me, right now, I know I want this, and I want to experience more with you." she coos, smiling at him, and moves over, and unless he stops her, she would nuzzle his cheek, a grateful lick coming out before tucking her head away, fearing overstepping her bounds. Still on all fours she listens, giving the occasional nod, eyes warm, bright and taking in every word, and moreover, he can see the understanding in them, and not just understanding, but desire and determination. No longer scared of her fate, even the things she hears that she thinks she won't enjoy gets no negative reaction, the whole while her markings still glowing and tail lightly swishing behind her.

"I must confess, after watching you taste me...you said I was...exquisite? I would love to taste you." Her mind so cluttered she forgets to address you properly, then ponders and looks over to the doors that had let her in before returning to look upon her owners handsome face once more.

"You...would really have me lift my tail in public, and rut me in front of them?" The question genuine, not so much concern as almost wondering if he is only saying that for some reason, possibly to evoke a reaction, all the while still thinking over his words. Her forelegs knead the ground and she looks into his eyes, deeply, the gaze one that shows she already has a fondness for you, but as well as what she says is genuine.

"I came here for my clan, but I am already glad I am here. I will be yours, and yours alone. No other male will touch me unless you order it, I promise you that."

Talos looked at her, wondering if he should admonish her for nuzzling her without his permission, but he decided against it.

"The gryphon empire works on a system of sex," he explained, "I am King because of that very reason. Instead of foolish wars or battles, we settle our disputes with coupling. As the most virile and dominant male in the entire kingdom, I am the King. Whilst public displays of sex are not common, it is not that uncommon for nobles to settle disputes publicly by showing the person who submitted off to the general public. In your case, as King I sometimes need to remind my subjects of my dominance, and will take you in front of them and show them your rump filled with my seed. If I cannot show my subjects that I can rule with total power, then I am not fit for the position. In that regard, I will have total control over your body. While our first mating will be private, our second will be before the other nobles. In the case of a challenge for my position, both myself and the challenging male will take it in turns to breed you. Whomever is deemed the better breeder in the eyes of the other nobles will be declared King, and you will belong to them if you so choose. You can elect to stay with me, however, I will not be able to enforce it. This is the only time you will be allowed with another male, as it is our law." He smiled, and lay back down on the couch she had just been pleasured upon. "I, however, will give it my all to ensure you remain my property. I have yet to be bested by any male."

"You did not, however, address me with the required respect," he noted, "don't make that mistake again, my pet. You spoke four times without proper respect, and that will not happen again." He sighed, and relaxed on the couch.

"Now, your request is granted. Come, kneel before me and inspect your Master closer. I am sure you are quite interested to see what will be filling your body for the rest of your life."

Royelle ends up sitting upon her haunches as he starts to speak, right away getting the impression it's no minor detail or short story. As she listens her tail resumes that flicking, twitching about from side to side behind her, and of course, the carpet beneath is going to end up a bit damp and musky even though her sex had long since stopped drooling as it still had some moisture present. It's clear she's got mixed feelings about this set up, and it's very different from how her clan operates. She mulls this all over, eyes watching the gryphon shift over and climb upon that couch, those last words snapping her out of that and giving a bashful nod and lowering her ears.

"Y-yes, Master, I apologize." Her voice is softer, definitely not happy she's already displeased you.

"Well I must confess you're treated me much better than i expected, and I...would rather not find myself in the clutches of another male. I'm, at least so far, quite happy to spend my fate with you, my King." Her form rising at the last part, and slowly padding over to the striking male, her eyes roaming that lovely form of fur and feathers, and as she approaches he can see her nostrils flaring out, searching for the gryphons scent, only stopping when she is poised with her head hanging over the cushions and noise at his middle, inspecting curiously with eyes and snout, but not making so much as a move to touch him lest she make another mistake.

Talos stretched himself out, watching the female as she stood over him, extremely close to his belly. He spread his legs a little, finally revealing what he had been keeping underneath all that thick fur and feathers. The first thing that was clearly visible were the gryphon's testicles... and they were much larger than she could have expected. They hung imposingly between his hind legs, each the size of a curled paw, no doubt filled to the brim with thick, churning avian seed which would soon be inside of her. The very sight of them made the dragoness gasp, Talos smiling as he heard her surprise. Above the heavy orbs was a thick, furry sheath, no doubt containing his masculine member, which was still hiding deep within. That would need to be coaxed out with some careful stimulation. Judging by his size, it was going to be a very difficult fit within her, and she had no doubt he would make it fit if it didn't.

"Like what you see?" he asked playfully, a thick, musky male scent filling her nose and catching her off guard, "this is your life now. Everything you do will be to satisfy what hangs between my legs... to satisfy your Master. I'm going to breed you, Royelle my pet. I'm going to fill you with load after load of my seed. I'm going to show the whole clan what you look like covered in my cream. I'm going to leave you smelling of my scent for the rest of your life. Gryphon semen is permanent, my pet. Once you've been rutted, you will smell of my spunk until the end of time. Dragons cannot detect it, but other gryphons certainly will... you will be mine."

Looking upon the furred and feathered avian, the dragoness couldn't help but show that she longed for him, found him attractive and more. He was her first in several ways already, and was destined to be her first in many others. The answer he sought was given even before the question was asked when those hind legs shifted to expose his male flesh to her eyes, and her nose, lips parting to utter a soft, longing murr, one that turns into a quiet growl as that thick, wonderful musk feeds into her lungs and fills her mind with more lust. Her forepaws knead into the carpet as she takes in the view, eyes wide, bright, shining with the desire to explore what she sees, and the heavy male scent only makes that desire worse, not to mention causing quite a bit of moisture to come forth from her hidden sex. It's a slow response, but eventually she tears her gaze from the gryphon's loins to nod once and reply.

"I like what I see very much, Master. Very much. If I may ask, you said that unlike the other females around your home my only role is take your seed. However, whenever and wherever you wish to give it, but you...also mention breeding me. Does this mean I will be holding more than just your seed?" Her eyes looking to his, a twinge of fear in them, wondering if there was more to it, wondering if the stories she had heard were true. Upon hearing more she slowly turns her gaze back down that strong, regal form, the words 'permanent' and 'mine' ringing the most clearly in her mind. There's a nervous swallow, but then she slides forward, nose coming to within an inch of that lovely sheath, taking a sniff right at the tip with a heavy shudder and lash of her tail. But that is all she does, shifting her head so she can look up at him, it seems her decision to wear the permanent mark of his semen has been made, one she accepts, waiting only for permission to please her Master.

"It depends," he informed her softly, "you see, a gryphon can choose whether he wants to make a female heavy with his eggs, or just his seed. Upon their own will, a gryphon can fill his partner with either fertile or infertile sperm. This is an ability of ours that allows us to settle disputes without there always being a child as a result. So with you, it is really whether I wish for you to bear my young that will determine if our intercourse results in you merely being my partner or the mother of my clutch. For now, I will not be inseminating you, but that possibility is not ruled out for the future." He smiled and touched her jaw softly, making sure she felt at least somewhat comforted by his presence.

"Your King likes his testicles pleased just as much as you enjoyed the pleasure I brought you," he suggested with a sly wink, "I daresay I am very curious to see whether your own maw has the talents that many of my species possess. Certainly my scent seems to be pleasing you... I can see your expression telling me that you want this quite a bit." He paused, adjusting himself so that she could access him a little better.

"I am a Master who enjoys hearing the words of his pet," he added with a soft flick of his paw, "I will have you begging when I wish to hear it, and moaning when I show you pleasures you have never known before."

Royelle lifts her eyes when that touch comes, it's a welcome one, a reassurance she had been wanting, some kindness and affection from her owner. She even turns her head to nuzzle that paw, giving it a lick as she listens to what can, and might transpire.

"I see, that is a most interesting ability, one that males of my species don't possess. I guess, being your pet, I am at yours to do with as you wish, Master, so whether I have your eggs or not is for you to decide." Her eyes move from his and gaze upon those massive orbs between his powerful hind legs, giving a longing growl as he mentions the pleasure he desires, her nose sliding forward to firmly rub over the bottom of his heavy sheath. It's done as much to get a feel of it, to sample the firmness of that furred pouch, so unlike her own kind, but she was not given permission to sample its contents, and besides, her eyes betrayed the hunger as she gazed upon those sperm heavy orbs, that sac churning with the eager, virile seed that she longs for. The sexy avian that pleasured her has won her over already, at least in part, and at the very least, she will return his kindness and show him this female is grateful, and means to prove she is worth his time.

"I hope I will please you as much as you pleased me, Master. I may not have a beak like your females, but I have a tongue and a larger mouth..." A bit of a grin upon her azure muzzle as those lips part to kiss the precious paw full orbs that rest so heavily over his thigh, her snout burying right into his musky sac and taking in deep breaths, one after the other exhaled lustily with a vibrating groan of pure pleasure and need. By the fourth one her eyes were hazy with arousal, nuzzling around the swells of his seed makers as her slick tongue eased out to sample his flavor. It's her first time tasting not only a male in such an area, but one not of her own kind, and she wants to know what his flavor is, just as he sampled hers. That flesh curls and brushes timidly at first, but soon enough it is out, washing around the left orb, even squeezing it as it slides down and shifts to rub between both of them, even going so far back as to come within inches of his tailhole. Pausing she reaches up her right forepaw and turns to look at you.

"May I use my paws as well, Master? Or do you wish only my muzzle to please you?"

"You may use what you wish," he replied, the tip of his erection slowly poking out from the depths of his sheath. He saw her gaze drop to it, and smiled as she saw the tiny bit of red which was emerging. He relaxed a little more, purring gently as he enjoyed her attentions to his maleness. He had bred many-a male and female to get to this position as King, but now that he was here, he was going to make this one his.

"Continue," he ordered, "do not be afraid to venture a little lower. A good pet knows that it is her duty to keep her master clean in all areas." His tailhole was always already sparkling clean, but she would still get a taste of the powerful feral musk buried within. Her tongue curled around each of his heavy orbs, savouring them and weighing them up. He knew she was surprised by the sheer size of his sack.

"While you are doing that," he moaned softly as she gently tongued one of his apples eagerly, "let me tell you... my plans for the day." She seemed curious, and her ears twitched, but she did not stop tasting his musky body as he spoke.

"We shall mate here in private," he continued, "and I will leave my marks upon your body. Once you have recovered enough, I will take you before the nobles, and show them your seed-filled body. Nobody will doubt our claims then. If necessary, I will breed you again in front of them, but that may not be required. Then, we will attend the feast, and dine as nobles. At this time, many of them may be curious about you, so you will answer all of their questions. If any try to make a move on you, I will rut them myself to prevent that. Then, we shall retire to my quarters, and I will breed you as many times as I like until you are immobile with seed and exhaustion."

"Please, my King, if I do something you don't wish, or...or if there is more i can do, or better ways to pleasure you, I hope you show me, or instruct me. I'm still...quite new to this, and I'm unsure how much of what I know about dragon males will apply since your anatomy seems so very different. If...much more...appealing." Her cheeks flush at her own admission, but it seems she is listening intently as the male speaks, even shifting her body more to the side so she is lined up with his hindend and head angled so that her nose is pointed towards his sheath. That slick tongue tastes him eagerly, shifting over the fur down there, the dragoness wondering by his words if this means it will be only her tongue now keeping her owners maleness clean, of if she will share this responsibility...no this pleasure with another. Pleasure is the right term, and he can see it upon her face, the heady feral musk he offers and the potent taste of male indeed making her enjoy herself, not to mention the way that tongue of hers keeps sliding along his heavy sac, so large and heavy, feeling the way those balls churn with the seed that she will soon be carrying deep in her belly.

"It sounds like quite the full day. But...what should I do if someone tries to breed with me? Do I slap them away, growl at them, run and hide? What is the appropriate response, Master?" Not wishing to cause an incident, but also wanting to keep her promise of belonging to him alone, her quickening pants felt over those heavy testicles, the fur matted with her saliva as she soaks up his rich male flavor. Again her nose pushes into their base, eyes looking right at the swelling sheath above her nose, a thick growl felt as such a wonderful wave of pleasurable vibration when she spots the crimson tip of his spire coming forth. A quick lash of her tail and that blue nose shifts down, her snout pushed flush to his tailhole to take another deep breath before those lips part, seal around it, and her tongue slides out to taste him and lick over that snug entrance. A few laps, and she pushes inside slowly, spreading his hot, tight opening around several inches of prehensile dragoness tongue.

"If another male tries to breed you," Talos explained to her, "then you tell him you are the King's property. None will try this, however; you will smell powerfully of my seed to everyone you meet. They can all recognise my scent with ease. If one did press the issue, escape, and find me." He sighed and looked down at her with his deep eyes. A soft gasp escaped his beak as he felt her own flexible tongue begin to press against his avian tailhole, wriggling into him eagerly. She had nowhere near a comparable level of skill to his own royal beak, but the sight of her down between his legs, tasting his anal passage for the first time was enough to get his cock sliding from within its hiding place. He saw Royelle's eyes widen as inch after inch of thick, majestic avian penis filled out before her very gaze. It was even more than she had expected, covered in a slick substance that was his own version of a natural lubricant. The length was blood-red and covered in small veins, ridges and bumps. At the very base was a large bulge, and she realised he was like a canine in that regard, packing an intimidating knot. Small bumps dotted the tip of his pointed length, and a bead of pre-cum dribbled down from the tip.

"This is yours now," he told her softly, "while I may be required to mount other gryphons from time to time as part of my job, you will be my only partner - regular partner from this point onwards. I only have room in my chambers for one other, and that will be you. A permanent reminder of our conquest over the dragons, and the signing of the surrender treaty. So learn to be a good breeding partner, and you will be rewarded with a good life. Now, get in nice and deep, I want you to understand how it feels to submit to my will. I have taken things easy on you for now, but it is time you were taught some resilience."

It's clear his new pet is enjoying herself, and that enjoyment only grows as that red spire of proud gryphon flesh slides out of his sexy sheath, even as she samples the spicy musk of his tailhole she enjoys her position between his hind legs, moaning as much to his aromas and words as the sight he offers. Some of that arousal is muted however when she sees the knot slip out of that pouch, not because she doesn't like the look, but rather, as her hind legs quiver and grind together, a bit of fear coming with the sheer size of not only that unswollen ball of flesh, but the sheer length this avian has to offer, and moreover, will be forcing upon her. The pleasuring of his rear vent is paused, tongue retreating, both admiring the gorgeous barbed and knotted cock, and almost trembling in fear from it.

"M-mine?" The stammer certainly showing not only surprise, but fear she'll be able to keep up with the male's lusts, needs, and being able to take that breeding flesh to the hilt. She only knows to go based on males of her own species, and they, while close, were not as thick, and a bit shorter. The word challenge pops into her mind, but no doubt her owner was enjoying the mix of shock, fear and desire that she bestowed upon his impressive equipment. In truth she feels honored this royal gryphon would say that any part of him is hers, but she knows that means it's her duty to please these parts of him, to worship, to please and satisfy, and the command she hears next is heeded even as her eyes hold that lingering gaze upon what will be breeding her and filling her for the rest of her life. Those lips part and this time when they seal to this tailhole they don't let up, even suckling, grazing sharp fangs at his entrance to add further stimulation as that questing tongue sank against and past his tight opening. Her eyes half closed as she tastes him again, twitching as the slick flesh sinks in, inch after inch disappearing, filling him, stretching him, tasting him. She inadvertently bumps his prostrate on the way in, and slides right on past it as that lengthy oral muscle doesn't' stop, not until nearly a foot of quivering, flexing blue and purple oral flesh has filled her Master's tunnel, tasting and pleasing him as deeply as she can.

Talos' breathing deepens as his pet begins to explore his insides, no doubt getting a good feel and taste of his inner passage. It arouses him highly to see her down there, savouring everything he has to offer. His rigid cock pulses softly to indicate his pleasure, oozing copious amounts of his pre-seed.

"Oooh yes," he finally moans, "you dragons... have wonderful... tongues." He does not regret signing the treaty after meeting this female; he would have fought a thousand dragons to find one as sexually exciting to him as this. His claws flexed, his own restraint and experiences stopping him from tearing into the couch as she had, instead flexing the muscles in his bowels to ripple across her tongue, a skill he had picked up over many years of playing around with male gryphons. She seemed to enjoy this, but after a few moments, he signalled for her to withdraw her tongue from his body. She obeyed and he slowly rolled onto his side, looking at her with a new expression of interest.

"I've had a change of heart, my pet," he informed her, "I do not wish for my first climax to be wasted upon your lips. No, I have decided that we are going to mate. Right now, I am going to tear away your virginity and breed you like a proper submissive female. You will feel my semen for the first time as I pump it into your womb and smother your eggs in my essence. In trade, you will give me oral before all of the nobles, instead of me mating you before them. This way, it will be easier for you, as your first public time will only be for oral pleasure. So, my pet, it is time for you to feel the true power of your Master. Submit to me, display yourself and beg to be bred... I want to hear you call for your Master as I rut you."

Royelle doesn't just drill down to the length of her tongue, but works it softly, slowly, pulling out a few inches and then pushing back in to continue pleasuring her owner properly. The growls from his beak and the flexing of muscles, both inside his hot passage and out telling her she is doing a good job, as well as the praise she gets making her blush and grin. A few more slow, deep thrusts before she is instructed to stop, pulling her tongue free of his snug vent to gaze down at it, giving it a loving kiss even as he tells her his change of plans. She nods and slides up his shifting form, giving his orbs both a kiss, and another at the base of his sheath, then the tip of it, and then his knot is nuzzled and sniffed at for the fresh musk that his sheath fluids would offer. another new, curious smell, and taste, tongue touching, sampling it, gazing up at her owner to make sure she is not doing wrong by this act. The last kiss comes to his red, pointed tip, stealing a sample of his pre before her head moves away. The way she so readily submitted, the way she ached to pleasure him, missing his taste already, she was quite beside herself.

"I've decided I want to be your pet, Master, I want to be yours." She whispers as her head comes up near to his own, watching his eyes to see his reaction before slipping away, leaving the kiss of soft dragoness scent, arousal and vanilla tingling in his nostrils. Turning away from him she presents that shapely ass of hers, wide, egg laying hips presented but a few feet from his head, her tail hiking to show the slit that is aching for more of his attentions. Bright purple, thickly swollen even more than before, with several webs of slick, clear fluids between thighs, sex and tailbase.

"Please, master, breed me, take me. I want you to have me, to claim your pet, to seed your dragoness. I want to feel your warm semen flood my womb, to feel your rich essence fill my belly and make it swell, to bare your mark inside." Her blue cheeks a cute shade of purple by the time she finishes, and ending up biting her lip as her gaze falls to that thick red gryphon cock, it really is too big, it isn't going to fit, she's sure of it, but then maybe it's prehensile, or maybe it can compress? She doesn't know enough about this avian's anatomy, but she knows she wants him, and it's clear that sex of hers is aching to be deflowered by his spire, and his alone.

"Can...can you not...do the other things though, my King?" she asks, a little tremble moving down her back. "I will gladly wear the mark of your seed, but...your claws are so large, and sharp.." Fearful of angering her owner, but just as fearful of those razor sharp talons...

Talos rose from his seat and approached her, admiring her exposed sex with a smile. She was indeed perfect, and he intended to leave his claim upon such perfection. He tapped one of his mentioned sharp claws upon the ground, scratching a small line in the carpet.

"You will wear all of my marks," he commanded dominantly, slowly moving behind her and sniffing her entrance slowly, enjoying her scent which filled his nose. It was pure arousal, and he loved it.

"As I have said," he continued, "you do not get to make the choices here unless I give you the options." He sighed and gave her opening a small lick, savouring the thick lubricant which oozed from it.

"It is time for you to forget your past life," he told her calmly, placing a claw on her spine as he slowly pulled himself up onto her. He could feel her breath stop in nervousness as he mounted her for the first time.

"You will not see anyone you knew again," he added, wrapping both of his claws around her midsection as he pulled himself onto her properly, securing her in place so he had total control of her.

"You will be... from this moment onwards... my personal pet to pleasure myself with for a long and as often as I please." He whispered those last words into her ear, his head lowered down next to her own, the fur of his underbelly and his bulky weight pressing down on her back as he imposed himself fully upon her.

"Beg," he growled, his lust beginning to take over, allowing her to see the more feral side of his noble self, "while you live with me, you will be my pet. While you are under me, you will be my little bitch. So beg, beg for my cock to fuck you raw."

Shifting her eyes downwards to that tapping motion, the dragoness can't help but swallow nervously as that point is made clear with the sound of their tearing alone, even before his words came. The touch of air, the way it washes her loins makes her shiver and tense up immediately, for she remembers that sensation, and what came after it, hindclaws flexing to dig into the carpet briefly. Her ears lower at the reply she gets, snout dipping down as her acknowledgement to his reply, but there is a jump in her form and her want when that sexy male avian form is suddenly upon her back.

"In truth I wish I could visit them...once in a while, but I will not ask for such. I don't have any family, so it was a good choice for me to come here. You needn't worry about your pet having a family love sick problem. I came here to be with you,and with you I will stay, Master." The nervousness as she knew her moment was coming was evident in how that blue hided form quivers beneath his own, not so much the weight he bore upon her as the mix of fear of what's to come, the uncertainty of mating, and knowledge that this, whatever it was, however it turned out, was her life now. She thought she knew this gryphon, but then those next words come, her eyes widening, tail flicking and landing a gentle swat to his flank as she /feels/ them run through her mind and send a shudder down her spine, that rich, lust filled voice so rich and deep, right into her ear. Again those hindlegs flex, the sound of her ebon claws digging into the carpet as she lets her eyes close and shifts her head. It's a slow, timid motion, wanting to feel the press of her Master's cheek to her own, even as the word 'bitch' rings in her ear she does this, and unless he stops her or pulls away that warm, flushing cheek would find his feathered one.

"Rut me my King, I want to feel you inside me, please, I am yours, your pet, your dragoness to use as you want. My body is yours to pleasure you, to take your seed, and I want to feel you, want to feel all of you, to have my Master's cock inside me and fuck me until I can't move...from soreness...from your filling..." A strong clench of her belly letting him feel those inner muscles shift as she tenses both in nervous anticipation and deep want of his red flesh.

Talos growls lustily, but does not penetrate her immediately. Instead he savours the moment, his body tense and posed, ready for action. He desires making the female his, and he will stop at nothing to achieve it. Instead, he positions the tip of his massive member at the entrance to her puffy sex, allowing the tip to slowly drag over her sensitive lips, still moist from his earlier tasting. His hold tightens around her as she drops her body a little, held up by his immense strength.

"Such a change for you," he purred into her ear, his every word dripping with lust and a tone which commanded respect, "a young orphan dragoness, now the personal breeding bitch of the King of the entire avian empire. I can feel it..." His grip adjusted, he slowly dug the tips of his claws into the sides of her body, eliciting a gasp from the helpless female below.

"I can feel how much you want this..." he continued, taking his time to allow his words to drip into her mind, "I can feel your body preparing to recieve me... you want to be deflowered by my whim, to surrender yourself to me." His claws dug in deeper, drawing small droplets of blood from the piercing. She shivered from her unbounded arousal and the delicate balance of pleasure and pain. His hot, almost steaming avian cock teased her entrance, reminding her of just how close she was to being claimed by the turgid organ.

"I'm going to rut you like only a King can..." he growled loudly, "I'm going to make you scream your Master's name so the whole castle can hear... I'm going to fuck you until your body is so full of my seed that you can't even stand." Every single word was uttered directly into her ear, the gryphon crazy with lust and yet entirely in control. He clutched her tightly, forcing a loud gasp from the female as he pulled back and ploughed his length inside of her needy sex, stripping her of her virginity in one powerful motion. The force was such that over half of his thick, pulsating cock was forced into her young, slick vaginal passage, making the King growl with unrestrained lust as he felt the warm, silky walls clutch at his veiny shaft.

Royelle shivers, hard, beneath her owner, as much to his pointed barbed cocktip as to the rich, lusty feral voice that utters those words into her ears. The fact her mind is so washed in the pure /need/ to be bred by this powerful regal gryphon that her once timid, fearful nature has been washed away, instead the feral huntress that yearns to be inseminated and claimed is in her place. The words he speaks that would normally push her away and make her even snap at him for being so brash, rude and demeaning now instead illicit whimpers of want to him, pushing towards to the source of his luscious deep voice as it doesn't just tell her what her fate is, but lets her see it in that pheromone clouded mind. Everything he says is music to her ears now, every word a promise of something she wants, that azure form lit brightly, quivering with her pent up arousal that only grows as her claws all dig in and knead at the carpet to leave small tears. Soon she is biting her lip as those sharp points press against her flesh and dig in, leaving the painful pressure and then the sting as they puncture, dampening his claws with her life essence.

"Y-yes, please...please Master rut me...make YOURSSSS..." That feminine voice as dripping with lust as his own, suddenly spiking as those thick, muscular hips of his drive that crimson spire into her soft, viriginal passage. Those hot, tight walls gripping him like a vice as they clench down on the intruder, but even their hold can't stop or slow his entrance, leaving her to howl out the pleasure of feeling him inside. The pleasure quickly turns to pain as that tapered length widens and spreads her far too wide, far too quickly, head up and jaws parted widely as she looses that cry, the molten heat that surrounds him so perfect, so mind numbingly tight about him.

Talos snarled with a rich, feral tone as his hard shaft is buried halfway into her submissive body, his grip upon her absolute as the sounds of her pleasure and pain meet his ears and make him even more aroused. He pauses for a moment, giving a quick check to ensure he has not damaged his pet unnecessarily, and notes that she is fine beyond the small tears in the side from his claws.

"Does your body yearn to be rutted," the avian directed into her ear, "does my bitch wish to wear the marks of her owner?" His grip upon her elicited another loud gasp as he shifted around within her.

"Everyone will know that you're MY royal fuck toy," he growled in hazy lust, "I'm going to show everyone in the kingdom how much cum my pet can take." With that he pulled back roughly, the barbs lining the tip of his majestic shaft flaring into her sensitive passage, scraping along the insides of her most intimate of places. The sound of her howl was music to his ears as he forced himself into her again, her body unable to resist him even slightly as he buried himself into her once more, pulling out again and pushing in, picking up a slow but forceful rhythm as he began the first stages of turning this dragoness into his breeding pet. Every time his oversized cock was pulled from her depths, a loud fluidic noise could be heard as their combined lubricants sloshed within her. The barbs were making her body tremble, but the large avian was holding her up with a paw; she would take everything he gave her, even if she were to pass out.

The large avian's pet female barely manages a nod as she tries to recover from that initial stroke, the mix of sensations so new and exciting to her, even as those sharp predatory talons grip his prize and keep her in her rightful place.

"Yes, master, I want you, want to wear your claim." Her breaths shaky already, that smooth cerulean chest vibrating with soft growls in between lust filled pants as her tensed body is made to accept even more sensation from the heavy male. Her eyes lid and head lowers, lips parted in a loud, heavy deep moan when that first tease of those barbs hits her mind, that soft, silken cunt giving such a delightful, reflexive squeeze to make him grit his beak in pleasure. It has the added effect of digging those lovely fleshy points into those walls all the harder, not to mention that when he shoves back there is lingering tightness to enjoy. Her cry is loud when he does, feeling herself stretched even more as those hindlegs beneath his weight go wobbly from the forced pleasure and pain. Every time those barbs scraped backwards he could feel her body tense, both inside and out, not even knowing what to do about them, with them, as none of her kind had such devious endowments. Already feeling at her limits from the sheer size of her owner, he began to feel her gently tugging away when that painfully massive girth of royal gryphon breeding flesh speared into her, demanding deeper entrance, the female not even aware fuly she's doing it, just trying to lessen the discomfort while he gets to enjoy the feeling of those sweet, purple slit lips swallowing up around his eager, pulsing shaft.

Talos used his paw to pull her back into place, not allowing his female to pull away from his thrusts. He continued to force his avian length into her oozing snatch, ploughing her depths with his mighty organ as the pair mated properly for the first of many times to come. His claws did not relinquish their grip upon her sides, digging into her firmly as he held himself in place. His heavy balls swung underneath his legs as he rutted his pet, churning with a huge batch of potent sperm to deliver into her needy body. She would get no rest, no reprieve; he would penetrate her until she was either full of his seed or collapsed on the floor. Each powerful thrust pushed him a tiny bit deeper, his cock now just over halfway into her body.

"You're a tight little bitch," he grunted into her ear, beak grazing the side of her head, "I'm going to loosen you up so I can tie with you. You will be the pet that will hold all of my seed, and my knot will ensure not a drop escapes your womb." Her loud moans made him more and more lusty, the sounds of the female below turning him on even more than he had thought possible. It was symbolic as it was erotic; by dominating this dragoness he was showing his claim and power over the draconic race itself. No doubt word of this event would reach the ears of the dragons, and they would have no choice but to accept one of their own as the King's breeding partner.

"How does it feel," he panted, "to know that you are powerless against my strength, to know that nothing you do or say will prevent your womb from swelling with my seed, and that everybody in the castle will hear you scream my name as I fuck you like the bitch you are."

"Nnggh...Master!" She utters through clenched fangs, a thick snarl following soon after when that next thrust spears even deeper, the sharp stinging pain of her lips spreading too wide making her sex and tunnel tingle and squeeze on the invading red avian penis. It wasn't long before some sense of pride was kicking in for her, she would take this and show her owner she was strong, she would please him, she would prove she could take whatever he had to offer and more. This was a proud dragoness, one who had been self sufficient for many years and she would not wind up with the servants from weakness. While those massive, sperm heavy orbs swung between his hindlegs her sex grow slick, hot and her womb was soon aching for this gift, to feel his heavy seed flood her belly and make her his utterly and totally. Her ears were pinned back against her head by now, but every utter of his pleasure, every growl of dominance, every threatening word of her fate was taken in, absorbed, sometimes acknowledged with a hiss, sometimes with a deliberate squeeze on his crimson flesh, other times a whimper. The whole time his lovely pet is squirming beneath his controlling frame and possessive hold, the way her hide flexes and how she tries to buck into and away with the passing of pain or bliss just helping those sharp claws to dig in further.

"I...I love it, Master...don't want it to stop...don't want it to ever stop!" Her words as filled with lust as that quivering body is, tail arched up, curling against his hip and squeezing firmly, these new sensations, so many so quickly but it's clear that plea is genuine.

"Fuck me Master, make me your bitch...I want to know...I want to know what it's like to be your little breeding bitch..." The carpet beneath them by now getting quite the healthy coating of thick, musky slime, the wash of male pre and female lubricant felt against his flesh, running down his sheath and her inner thighs.

The gryphon King listened to her beg, the sound of her silky female voice now unfettered with reluctance or nervousness. He would teach her her place, her role, and she would come to accept it, along with the billions of avian sperm he would empty into her willing body. With another powerful thrust he managed to force three-quarters of his turgid length into her rippling sex, her body squeezing down hard around the invading shaft as it spread her wider than any dragon could have possibly hoped to. It was just as intense for Talos; her walls tugging and gripping his ridges, veins and barbs as he pressed in and out of her now not-so-virgin entrance. His ejaculate would soon mark her as his, with his everlasting scent that would never be removed. Both inside and out, she would bear the reminders of her Master.

"You will know," he replied between deep huffs, his raw energy showing through, "exactly how it feels... to be bred by... the King." He was relentless in his mating, picking up the pace as he pistoned his gryphonhood inside of her body. He was meeting more resistance now, and he knew that if she was anything even remotely like a gryphoness, then he was starting to tap against the tight, forbidden entrance to her cervix. Still, he owned every part of her, and he would not stop until even her cervix submitted to his power and need. He would push through and empty his balls directly into her chamber, swelling her belly with his pure, masculine cum. Her body trembled under his own, their breathing synchronised unknowingly as their rough, feral rutting continued, many minutes having already passed in unrestrained lust.

The lustful gryphon's pet was too eager to learn her place now, to know what her role would be, not just in words, but in feeling, to know her owner's desires as they were visited upon her flesh inside and out. Yes she would accept it, she already had, as she would accept the countless ejaculations of potent gryphon sperm into her fertile womb anytime, every time her King wished to grant her that gift, and whats more he knew she would do it gladly. Her submission was absolute by now, a willing little fuck toy for him to breed at his leisure, one that would beg for the pain of his attentions so long as it meant feeling her avian Master holding her, pinning her and filling her with his musky claim.

"Teach...teach me, Master, teach your pet...what is required of her..." The dragoness' eyes lidded in ecstasy as another shrill cry comes when those powerful haunches of her owner drives even more inches of that sexy red gryphoncock into her eager depths. His barbed tip would no doubt find that soft, spongy ring of muscle that guards her womb, and that coupled with the painful instroke would make her hindlegs go weak and form wobbly, shifting to catch herself from the intense stimulation. Hard, slow waves of pure electric pleasure wash the regal avian's spire, drawing over him, urging him deeper and encouraging spurts of thick pre to douse her tunnel right against her cervix. There is no doubt he owns her totally, but that soft, sweet receptive womb has yet to be touched by his flesh, has yet to show the fertility and pleasures it can offer its owner, and deep down she knows that even as much as it hurts to have him in this deep already he won't stop until he's sampled every pleasure her sex has to offer.

"I want to know it all, my King, what I can do...what I must do to please you.." Her soft voice husky with pants and laced with pure need for him, her owner, Master, King, wanting nothing more at this moment than to belong to him now and for all time while the heady scent and rich sounds of their hard, feral rutting fills the air of his chamber.

The gryphon clutched at his female, trying to avoid accidentally tearing her flesh apart with his razor-sharp claws as he gripped her forcibly. His heavy cock reamed her sloppy cunt with loud, lewd slops as he forced their combined fluids deeper into her body. Although he would never admit it, never tell this female, he had never had a better coupling before, and harboured what could almost be conceived as love for the dragoness. The resistance within her body was beginning to irritate him, impeding his powerful claiming of her form. He knew exactly what was blocking his path, and from previous experience knew that he could break through given enough momentum.

"Brace yourself," he snarled ferally into her ear, pulling out of her until only the tip of his cock remained inside of her. He felt her body tense as he tore into her sides with his claws, slamming himself down into her with his relentless shaft, her scream of pain and lust heard throughout the entire castle as the head of his barbed avian length pierced the entrance to her cervix and spread her open wider than she felt was physically possible. Talos roared dominantly as the female in his grasp collapsed, his strong grip forcing her to stand as his entire cock was stuffed inside of her, only the bulging knot remaining outside of her used entrance. The barbed tip clutched at the ring that was the entry to her womb, sending waves of pain and pleasure that she had never even considered were possible to feel. The gryphon King stood motionless for a minute, allowing her time to come to grips with how far into her he had gone. The hard bulge of his knot pressed firmly against her opening, unable to fit into her, the tip of his member leaking his pre-seed into her previously untouched inner sanctum. Blood dripped from her sides as his claws had slipped over half an inch into her blue hide.

"You are powerless against me," he whispered into her ear, his voice strangely calm and composed, her breathing harsh and erratic from the intense stimulation, "this is your life now. You will live to satisfy me and me only, to be bred for my pleasure, to be seeded with my seed, to be filled with my cock, to be dominated like the willing dragon bitch that I know you are."

Savoring the thick, dominant instrokes of that sexy avian flesh as much as the tight hold of her owner, the dragoness was soon lost to pure feral instinct of lust, breeding and the yearning to be claimed and filled. Her snarls, cries and pants felt against the side of his head, his gripping paws, only matched in deep sounds by the slimy meeting of red gryphonhood upon purple, swollen and soon to be so very sore purple dragoness cunt. His command is heeded, and he can feel her breath catch as she fills her lungs with air, gritting her fangs, baring her paws down upon the ground hard as she prepares for what she can only guess is to a be powerful thrust. Powerful, however, fails to describe it, her scream of pain one that echoes out to fill her Master's ears and anyone within that building, calling his name at the top of her lungs as that lusciously brutal thrust spears her soft barrier. It doesn't just bend inward, doesn't just stretch a little, it is forced open to accept her owner's length, fucked into submission just as his little bitch of a female should be.

Her head drops and jaws go slack, eyes clenched shut as her form nearly falls to the floor despite having tried to prepare herself for that motion. Gasping for breath her body trembles all over, from snout to tail as he enjoys the almost violent contractions his thrust causes, wave after wave of tight, rippling female flesh caressing his welcoming it to it's new home where it belongs. Even though he's not fully sheathed he can feel the sweet, supple ever so soft caress of the walls of that rich egg chamber at the very tip of his pre seminal oozing cock, her cervix trying again and again to clench down and push that barbed maleness out but succeeding only in pleasuring him further.

"It...it hurts...so much..." Stammering, shaking, her whole body feeling drained and weak, and even the touch of his knot at her slit feels like a distant, far away sensation, her mind still lost from the shock of what he had done not even thinking of what's yet to come.

Talos allows himself a moment to catch his own breath, usually not having to exert so much upon a female. She was a treasure worth keeping, and all the other nobles would be jealous of his possession. It would further concrete his place as King, and he would have free reign to do to her whatever he pleased.

"Hurts, does it?" he whispered richly into her ear, "does it feel like you've taken too much, my pet? Perhaps I should take it easier on you, give you time to get used to your King's size? Of course, a real pet would know that she does not get any lessening of her mating from her owner, but perhaps I judged you stronger than you are." He sighed, his claws still lodged under her hide, his cock pulsing inside of her body.

"Are you the breeding bitch of a peasant, or a King, pet?" he asked softly, shifting his weight upon her, "are you going to collapse under the strain or stand and take my cock like a proper female should?" His words dripped into her ear, his weight heavy upon her back as he prepared himself for more.

"Shall I give you to the peasants?" he asked softly, "I'm sure they will use you, one by one, until you are dripping with hundreds upon hundreds of loads... all of which cannot equal one of mine, my pet." He withdrew his claws sharply, drawing a gasp from the penetrated female below.

"What will it be, dragoness?" he finally asked, "will you give in to your weakness, a pathetic little female whore, or stand firm and beg for your Master, your King, to make you into a proper breeder who will carry his eggs proudly?"

There is a change within his sapphire beauty as those words begin to filter into her ear, cutting through her lust, confusion, the cloud of pain as she feels a rush of determination and energy flow through her, to the point even her markings flare up along her abused form. Her fangs show in a fearsome snarl and her tail lashes, the dragoness' first answer one of thrusting herself up and backwards, driving that barbed tip against her cervix and eliciting a pained hiss as well as kissing the gryphon's thick knot with the swollen lips of her sex. No

longer resting on her chest she stands beneath her Master's powerful form, still shivering and suddenly shoving her head to his, beneath it, rubbing hard hide to feathers. "I belong to no peasant!" Her second reply, with enough lucidity it's clear she knows what she is saying. The dragoness may be young but she is not foolish, nor stupid, nor weak, As such she knows what those words were meant to do but she doesn't care, she won't be weak, publicly or privately, nor be deemed as such a pathetic female. "I am the King's bitch, and his alone, it is his cock that will take me, and own me, and I will endure it, I will bare his mark, and his eggs with the pride of a female of one of his own kind!" Even as his talons pull from her bloodied sides she doesn't flinch away, a loud snap of jaws coming as well as another jab backwards. "Fuck your bitch, Master, I will show you I am BETTER than any gryphoness in your lands, fit for my King and him alone." A grunt at the end, marking her last word with a powerful, hard squeeze around his painfully embedded shaft, from widely spread lips to that firmly holding cervix, hard enough to make him grit his beak and growl in pleasure.

The gryphon King smiles to himself, his words having the intended effect upon the female below. Sometimes all it took was a little encouragement to get them raring to go. Her passage rippled around his painfully stiff erection, and he couldn't help but moan in approval at her actions. She would soon learn that she had to return pleasure to him actively, instead of simply being mounted like a common female.

"Very well," he commanded, pulling his shaft from within her body. She snarled lustily as the barbs snared on her cervical entrance, lighting her senses on fire with lust for his imposing body.

"I shall see if you can back up those words with actions," he growled, ploughing himself back into her roughly. Together they moaned, hers a little louder as he penetrated her cervix again, pulling out and thrusting again and again and again until he had found a rhythm to fuck her with. This time, his knot kissed her sex lightly with every deep, unrestrained thrust, his heavy balls slapping against her body now, reminding her of the payload they had in store for her. Talos knew that she would be filled well, and desperately wanted to mark her forever with his pungent seed. Various snarls and growls from both parties filled the air, the feral smell of musk, pre-cum, natural lubricant and their bodily odors combining to make a thick scent which filled the room and would be overwhelming to anyone who would happen to walk in. Talos kept his claws retracted now, not needing to mark or hold her sides when she so willingly pressed back against his encroaching avian organ, begging him with her actions to ream her depths.

"I'm going... to tie with you," he growled, breathing deeply, "I'm going... to stuff your... dragoness cunt... with my knot... and fill you... like no male... ever will. It is time... for you to decide... whether you will... scream my name... for all to hear... and accept... my marking... upon you."

Royelle gasps at the pain of those barbs raking through her cervix and down that tightly squeezing tunnel he so unexpectedly withdraws from that snug slit of hers, a wash of richly musky fluids coming out with this crimson flesh. That gasp turning into a snarl, her head pushing up again as he mentions backing up her claim.

"I will prove it." The reply leaving little room for doubt, strong, affirmative and with conviction, her form shuddering, hard, when that hard, sexy avian breeding flesh so quickly shoves back into her already sore little vent. This time, even as that thick tip spreads her cervix and those lucious barbs rake through it she doesn't pull away, but growls out, snaps her jaws and meets her Master's thrust with her own to further deepen the impact and drive her point home as he drives himself home into those fertile depths. As the true mating ensues that azure body grows more rigid, tensing with the build up of pleasure that comes as she slowly gets used to the wash of sensations, the barbs still painful as is his size, but it is lessened and her lust to feel him inside her, to feel him ejaculate into her belly is only growing by the minute. Each time those swollen, sperm heavy orbs slapped her undeside she quivers and moans to her Master, begging for his release within her, to honor her with his mark and show she is worthy to belong to him. There was little doubt the female wanted him, needed him, his approval, his praise, wanting to show that she was truly worth his time, better than another female he could have, worthy of her King's flesh. She craved to be marked with his thick, pungeant seed, inside and out, and looked forward to that dinner now where she would receive that permanent stain upon her hide. Rocking back and forth that young blue form meets his hips and draws away as he does, moving in perfect synch as her thick breaths filled her lungs with the pheromones of their coupling, each new lungful renewing her mating instincts and fueling the fire of her passion for this magnificent gryphon.

"Tie me, Master, please...I want...to feel all of you...show you I can take anything...anything any gryphoness can, and more..." Another thick snarl as pain and pleasure constantly war in her mind, washing over her as his relentless strokes keep her sex and cervix and all the nerves between afire, while those sweet young walls grip him and stroke him so perfectly.

"I have decided, I want you...I want to wear your semen upon my hide...want to wear your mark...of claws...of beak...to show my seed swollen belly for...all to see...to belong to you, my King..."

Talos did not reply this time; no words were needed for what would happen next. His rough, lustful mating was nearing its peak, and he knew that he would need to mark her immediately. He did not ask her permission, or even tell her that he would do it, he simply dominated her totally and completely. His beak suddenly lunged forward, the sharp appendage suddenly clamping down around the back of her neck. A loud cry of pain could be heard from the female as his beak tore into her blue flesh, blood splashing from the deep, searing bite against her neck. Caught off-guard, the gryphon felt her body suddenly relax, her muscles focused upon her neck instead of her sex. This was the opportunity he had been creating.

With a powerful thrust that only the King of gryphons was capable of, he forced the large, bulging knot against the entrance to her sloppy, used sex, stretching it open wider than she could have ever imagined. Caught between the pain of his bite and the sensation of being stuffed full of his turgid avian shaft, Royelle could do nothing as her muscles gave way and his knot sunk into her with an audible plop, forcing the tip of his cock even deeper into her cervix as he settled within her, completely and irrevocably tied with his bitch. The female dragoness' mind could not cope well with the overwhelming emotions and physical effort that was being forced upon her, her eyes closing but remaining standing with the last of her energy as he finally unloaded himself into her. His mighty scrotum tensed up against his body, the large testicles inside pulsating powerfully as the first thick, heated spurt of her Master's cum splashed directly into the entrance to her womb. Talos bit down hard as he emptied rope after rope of gooey, creamy avian seed inside of his dragoness, his cock throbbing and twitching inside of her as he filled her relentlessly with his sperm. It was like a dam had burst; waves upon waves of burning hot semen were ejaculated again and again inside of her, the knot disallowing any from escaping the confines of her raw, abused sex. Her belly slowly began to distend from the sheer volume of fertile mating essence he was forcing her to take, and he did not release her neck as he climaxed harder than he ever had in his life.

Unable to stop herself from crying out deeply to the painful bite, his luscious little breeding bitch was certainly caught off guard by the sharp stabbing pain that he inflicted. Her head up and neck tensed, yes his feral mating hold put her into a more submissive posture, but even that was not much help to her own woes as that red cock speared into her folds and made them yield for her Master's royal avian penis. Those succulent purple lips stretching so painfully wide and then swallowing the sensitive bulge of his flesh, the red disappearing into the lush fertile breeding grounds that now belonged exclusively to him. A claim that was solidified as he begins to paint her womb with his thick, permanently marking semen. He gets his wish, that head and neck frozen in place, the sheer pain of his knot and the way his barbed cocktip lances so deeply into her womb is more than she can take. Roaring out so loud the very ground shakes with her call, tears staining her cheeks as bares the full brunt his lust and pleasure. Her scream one of agony and bliss, 'master' the only thing she can manage with that rapidly exhaled breath.

From knot to tip she convulses, hard, tight squeeze that lingers turning into spasming waves of pure pleasure for her owner, not just drawing him in deep, not just forcing his peak and keeping it there, but nursing for the rich seed that will fill her belly, that will one day she hopes impregnate her to bare her Master's clutch. Every molten rope of rich gryphon seed is felt as it swells the length of his flesh and forces out in those powerful, sticky pearly white ropes of sperm that douse her egg chamber and soak every last part of it. Her tail lashes, body tensed so hard she was immovable while claws gripped and tore deep into the carpet beneath. The only motion was a firm pressure, a near grinding from those azure hips of hers, swallowing not only his thick knot but kissing his heavy sheath as well, soaking it in a wash of slimy female nectar as her belly grew so wonderfully heavy and full, more and more every time he ejaculated another hot spurt of avian seed. The sound of rich, thick fluids landing upon the ground joining the calls of pleasure and climax, the scent even thicker now with her release as she soaked his loins with her own musky claim, the female oozing blood in several spots as she held there on her own edge.

As his body began to finally complete its powerful orgasm, Talos remained firmly upon her, his paws rubbing her sides softly and his beak lodged deep within her neck. It was a deep wound which would never heal completely, leaving a scar for everyone to see in the future. His cock spurted its last few sticky ropes of gryphon cream inside of his pet, before finally stopping, the room falling quiet except for the sounds of both creatures breathing and panting heavily from the sheer effort they had both given to the task. Talos slowly pulled her off-balance, forcing the dragoness down to her side as they lay down together on the carpet, his knot still locking them tightly together as he removed his beak from her neck. She trembled at the motion, her senses simultaneously on fire and dulled from the intense stimulation she had received.

"You... did well," the King purred softly into her ear, holding her body close to his underbelly, allowing her to snuggle into his lush fur. He was rather worn out also, as he had not expected to have given this female such attention. Previously he had expected the dragons to give him an average dragoness, but they had delivered one of their best. Her belly was now very swollen with his mating fluids, gallons of seed sloshing around inside of her womb. He felt her underbelly, the thick spunk shifting within her as he smiled at his claim. She would never remove this strong scent from her body; it would be permanent now. All gryphons would know she was his to breed, and his alone.

"We will be tied... for twenty minutes," he told her in short breaths, "which gives us time... to talk to one another." He let out a sigh and held her close, showing that caring side of himself which had disappeared in the feral rutting.

"I have now claimed you," he informed her quietly, "you will smell of my seed for the rest of your life, and that wound upon your neck will scar nicely to remind you and everyone of my claim. So, my pet, tell your Master openly and honestly: how do you feel?"

The blue female grunts when she's tugged over, landing with a soft thud as that still largely rigid frame is toppled. It takes that to get those muscles and joints to loosen, but he can feel her begin to ease up, just as that heated tunnel eases up, all but her cervix which stays firmly locked around his cocktip. A nice adaptation in female dragons to ensure the male's seed will stay inside. Her breathing is still quite ragged, but when she realizes what is being offered she is quick to take that offer, scooting back and rubbing her back into his underside, a small, tired rumble felt from that azure frame.

"Only twenty?" She asks, a smile on her muzzle, rubbing her head up against his gently. "I was just starting to get used to this feeling, Master." Her tail arching to curl and play with his own, lightly brushing it as she listens, nothing he says a shock, if anything he might even feel those rumbles deepen a notch or two. A pause before she answers, still shuddering at the sting of her wounds and the barbs that rubbed her sex raw in one mating.

"Sore, so very sore, full....and tired." She licks her lips, moistening them as she looks down her swollen belly, a little murr coming at the sight, one more thing she could get used to feeling and seeing.

"But...good. Will...will it be like that every time you take me my King?" Perhaps a bit of hope in her tone to match the curiosity.

"Every time," he told her, smiling a little, "you will be expected to satisfy my needs daily, as is your role. Twice or more if need be. Anytime, anyplace." He ran his claw over her large belly, wondering if next time he should leave her with a belly full of impregnated eggs. He was certainly considering it. He licked her neck softly, reminding her that he did, in fact, care for her wellbeing.

"You know what is expected of you now," he purred, his majestic voice like honey in her mind, "your entire existence will revolve around myself. Anything I say, you will do. You have no need for other jobs, or tasks, because your only goal will be to enrich my own enjoyment. You will be well looked-after, but must continue with absolute obedience to your owner and King. You will appear by my side at every feast, bow before me when commanded and raise your tail when required. I'm sure this you understand by now." He shifted a little, his overstimulated cock still rock-hard within her. It was wonderful to feel his length surrounded by his own soothing semen, which weighed her body down so she could barely stand even if she wanted to.

"Perhaps not all of our couplings will be quite this... ferocious," he added with a sly chuckle, "but expect the unexpected. Once we are finished here, and I am untied from your body, we will be making a public appearance. You will walk behind me at all times, and will make no attempts to hide your markings from them. Be proud of my seed in you, in our culture it is a symbol of your worth, and the trail of my semen that you will leak behind you will remind everyone exactly how powerful I am, and how much you belong to me."

Rumbling to his affections, his pet was clearly enjoying the warmth after such a vicious breeding, bonding to her owner in another way now as that sapphire form tucks and rubs into his warm fur and feathered one. She nods in acceptance and lets her eyes droop half closed, just watching her own rounded belly as his claws feel the shifting thick semen within her, something he feels around his head of his crimson spire too. Part of her was in disbelief just how much he came, how utterly full of his heavy seed she was, but she loved it, it gave such a soothing, and yet arousing feeling at the same time.

"I understand, Master, I will do my very best to please you. I want it to show I am proud of my place with you. I know you could have any female you wished, and I won't have the others thinking I am only here by luck or that I am not worthy be to be yours because I am...different. I may have been put here by luck, but I will work to show I belong here, with you, that I am fit for my King. I have found myself here by chance but I can earn my place beneath you...between your legs...and keep it just as you must work to keep your own rule." Her voice sweet, caring, devoted already, no longer nervous, timid, unsure, but confident and still that lovely soft feminine allure as she rubs her head backwards against his own.

"May I ask a few questions, my King?" Her sex giving a few involuntary, if soft, squeezes around his buried flesh from the shifting and her own arousal, the dragoness reawakening her desires for him.

Talos purred and pulled her closer, his paws gently feeling that cum-stuffed womb of hers, his cock still remaining in that thick soup of sperm he had left within her body.

"You may ask a few questions, certainly," he replied, "it's not like you will be going anywhere for another ten minutes. Continue to address with respect, and you may ask as you please." He licked the wound he had made on her neck, which had crusted over with blood and would no doubt be a good reminder of her obedience. This female was his to own, and he was proud that she had managed to withstand his rut.

"The others will most likely have many questions for you," he added as an afterthought, "make sure you answer them properly. If they ask about our mating, tell them exactly how much I made you scream in pleasure. If they ask about your home, tell them only what they need to hear. After all, I have been fighting dragons for many years; it is so much nicer to simply fuck the one between my legs than stick a talon into the one across the battlefield." He purred and clutched her firmly.

"But yes, your questions, my pet?" he inquired.

"I like this, Master." She utters to those squeezes, eyes closing, enjoying the warm, almost possessive hold of his forelegs against her chest and belly, and she just pushes backwards into him eagerly, wanting to feel him around her, inside her, held and belonging, safe and comfortable. Eventually her eyes open, still gently purring to him as he licks over the wound at her neck, a rather sore spot for her, aching with the severity of it.

"Well first, I guess...if I want to...do something with you, would I be allowed to ask it? I imagine you will vent your lusts upon me regularly enough but...welll...*her cheeks flush* I was enjoying pleasuring you, tasting you, I look forward to keeping my Master clean with my tongue, but I am still...unsure as to how I am to approach you in all things, or if I am even allowed to or must wait for you to come to me." She ponders a moment, tailtip flicking as she mulls over her situation, leaning her backwards to rub her cheek into his.

"And as you say I'll be confronted by the others, how do I conduct myself my King? I am not used to being with royalty. You say I must walk behind you, am I to keep my head and tail lowered as my submissive place beneath you, or to make sure I am on full display? Or are there times for both? And lastly you mentioned I may sleep with you, but you haven't yet showed me your sleeping chambers, or told me how it will be? Is there anything special in that regard, ways I am to greet you if I am awake before you, or ways to greet you in general for that matter?"

The large King chuckled as he realised just how curious she must have been. Now stuffed with his breeding claim and unable to move, she was no-doubt thinking of her future with him.

"Very well then, I shall answer your questions," he said softly, still rubbing her gently.

"If you wished to have intercourse with me, then I am afraid you must wait, as I often have other things to attend to. You shall be mated often enough that asking will not be required. It is not something you are given an option in, you simply give yourself to your owner whenever he so chooses." He paused, considering the rest of his reply as his tail slowly wrapped around her own, his knot shifting within her and causing a small gasp to escape her lips.

"You will always address me with the due respect, especially in public. Failure to do so in public will earn you a punishment before the others, to show your disobedience is never tolerated. I assume, however, you will not fail me in this regard. Around others you will mostly be with me, but there are times when you will be on your own. The others may be uncomfortable with you as you are a dragoness, but do not be afraid to try and make friends within the castle walls. Many of the nobles are fantastic people, and will never try and rut you for fear of punishment also. In those times, you may act as you wish, provided your actions remain the same as if you were with me. Do not embarrass yourself, or soil the name and graces of your King, and hold yourself with the composure of a Queen." He chuckled and held her close, fur rubbing against her tenderly.

"In grander public gatherings, at feasts or in large groups, you will walk behind me at all times, in a submissive posture. If you are filled with my royal seed, or wear it upon your muzzle and body, then it is for you to show off, but subtly. Allow everyone to see your used vaginal passage, do not hide the fact that only the King can ream those depths of your body. Sex is power here, and as the breeding partner to the King, showing your willingness to be proud of your place under his legs will place you in high regard with the females of the noble population."

"I will do my best to conduct myself properly, then my King. Though I would like to think you don't need to worry about me embarrassing you or showing any disrespect. I am already happy here with you, and I want to keep you happy as well. I want you to be proud to call me your pet female, to know that I will wear your mark on me for all to see just as proudly." Her cheeks again flushed but she is sincere, and gives a playful, gentle squeeze upon that sexy, still sheathed flesh buried in her welcoming, heated depths, enjoying keeping her Master's cock safe, warm and caressed for as long as she can. It's such a new and unique thing for her, just laying there, tucked against her owner, so intimately entwined as sexual topics are discussed as she so casually accepts his hold over her, and his claim, not to mention his regal gryphon cock stuffed under her tail. "The more I am in your company, Master, the more I am glad to be, and I look forward to my life here, servicing you and what is between your legs." She offers a deeper purr, and squeezes his tail gently as the length curls with her own, gently brushing her spade over the feathered tuft at the end.

"I still look forward to tasting you as you tasted me, Sire." She admits, softly, the female's arousal and desire to do more with her owner quite evident, but she knows the gathering is soon, wondering if what he said about rutting her five to six times in one sitting would be occurring otherwise...

The King admired her dedication, but would see how she handled things in the coming weeks ahead. He felt his knot we beginning to loosen, but not quite enough to leak out of her. He would not let his fluids escape so easily.

"You will taste me," he purred, "before all the nobles." He left it at that, as it needed no further explanation. She would soon have to represent his lusts in public, submissive and obedient.

"I will guide you through it," he said, "my instructions will be simple and direct. You will not be left unsure of what to do at the feast." He stretched his wing, loosening it up a little as he knew he would be out of her soon.

"It's time," he spoke simply, gripping her body and pulling back. Immediately the dragoness moaned as her sensitive, well-used entrance was tugged on by the large knot, still quite sizeable within her. His power would not be denied, however, as his massive cock freed itself from her womb with a loud pop, his barbs scraping her one last time in a lusty reminder of their coupling. A small splash of his semen followed, but the King had other ideas. His claw was already closed around a small object, and while she was busy focusing upon his cock he reached down and pushed the object inside of her. The dragoness' eyes widened as she was filled once more with what felt like another cock, only this time it was smooth and didn't go very far into her. Talos made eye contact with the female, his cock dripping cum as it slowly returned back into its sheath.

"I have plugged you up," he informed her, "you will walk to the feast with my entire load inside of your belly. There is no rush, you will have ample time to walk past everyone with your heavy womb." He licked her, wondering how she would take the news.

"You may give my cock a proper cleaning before all the nobles," he added, "but for now I will be escorting you to the feast. Take it slow when you stand, it will be difficult to move with such a heavy load, but it is your duty to show those gathered your King's entire claim.

Nodding to his words, it was clear the dragoness was already thinking on the coming event with a mixture of curiosity, nervousness and eager anticipation. The thought of performing for so many, and for the first time for her King the only thing that had her a bit anxious, but she was determined to match her promise with action. There's a grunt and gasp when those powerful forelegs grip and tug her, and tug that thick flesh from her womb and slit. Indeed those barbs are a treat, a mixed blessing, still raw and sore, but she groans as she sees the gorgeous avian's proud maleness slip free, still coated in some his seed and watching the mess leak from her and his tip, only to snarl in surprise when that plug is sealed up inside her. Her paws grip at the carpet and she stretches out a moment later, readying those tired, sore muscles to accept their new weight, one that is likely to be near permanent if what her owner says is true.

There's a grunt as she immediately feels the truth of his words, but on the second shifting he sees her form roll to her belly and slowly, shakily raise herself. There is no stumbling, no falling, her belly sagging with the weight of his musky claim deep within, and she huffs out before slowly moving over to her owner's side, returning his lick at last.

"I will be happy to show them, my King, as many that wish to see it." Smiling at him she glances down her side at the swell and murrs. "I can't wait to get more fillings, I'm enjoying, even if it is a bit of a strain." Turning back she lowers her head a little bit and steps back, waiting for him to show her the way.

"You shall have plenty more," he reassured her, "it is your only true purpose now. You were born to be my semen depository, and you will be until your very last breath." He allowed her time to understand this, and reached forward, giving her a small kiss upon the nose.

"That doesn't mean I cannot enjoy your company, and keep you entertained," he chuckled, "there are many things my breeding partner can do besides breeding. We shall perhaps indulge in them later. For now, start to walk with me. I will go slow, to match your own pace, but you will now walk behind me at all times." He turned, and she slowly faced his tail, her body struggling to even take a step as she held many liters of rich spunk inside of her.

"Good," he noted as she began to walk across the room, the dark plug barely visible in her sex, "this gives us time to talk. When we enter the feast hall, all of the nobles will be already seated, awaiting our entrance. I will walk in and take my place at the head of the table, upon the throne, and you shall sit beside it, head facing the other nobles, but looking down slightly to show submission. You will then simply sit there until I give further orders. These will not be difficult to follow at all, I shall direct you from there. Expect to be shown off." He chuckled, glancing back at her as they reached the door.

"I expect there will be a group of nobles beyond this door," he said, "waiting to see what you look like as you emerge. Do not be afraid to show them your obedience, submission and my claim."

Nuzzling up into that kiss, his pet offers a smile and nods as she knows full well, now more than ever, what his words truly mean.

"I hope you will let me entertain you as well my King? After all it is only fair that your pet be allowed to return her owner's kindness and generosity." A note of genuine affection in her tone, clearly having already formed quite an attachment to him.

"But I do look forward to seeing what else we will explore, I'm sure you have much to show me, and I would bet, teach me, Sire." Her words coming even as she takes her place behind you and starts to walk, the very notion of simple walking a bit harder than she had expected as his thick semen kept weighing her down, making that swollen belly shift a little bit with its precious holdings. As a good pet her ears stay perked, nodding while listening and staying close behind her Master's haunches, now and then unable to help take a look at his alluring endowments.

"I will do as you command, my King." She replies softly, and when he pauses at the door to turn and look at her he might catch her eyes quickly diverting from his loins to meet his gaze. Looking briefly to the door she then nods and gives her body a bit of a shake, ruffles her wings and then arches her tail up at the base while letting the rest of it hang down and sway as naturally as possible with the awkward position. It lets anyone deliberately looking gaze upon the semen covered lips of her slit while keeping her somewhat modest. Meanwhile her head lifts a bit higher and snout lowers, the act to show the mark his beak left upon her neck, eyes looking towards the floor at his hindpaws, waiting to see if the pose is acceptable.

"Very good," he praised, "you know how to show yourself properly. As for entertaining me, I would almost expect it. If you were only good for breeding, then I would have given you to a noble as a gift." He chuckled and opened the door slowly, pleased with her pose. He knew she was glancing at his package, and he didn't care; why should he be displeased if she admired and craved him constantly.

"Do not let your affections get the better of you," he spoke quietly to her, "you will learn the balance in time. Do not mistake my care for love; I can see that you are already becoming infatuated with me, and it is not something I recommend. Perhaps, over time, we will develop a bond... a true bond... only time will tell us if that is to happen. But right now, you are little more than a possession. I treat my possessions with care, but one does not love a possession. Hence, it is truly up to you whether you will become something more." His eyes did not give away anything, leaving the dragoness a little confused, but he had not ruled out the possibility of... something more.

"The line that separates you from a servant is a fine one, where you are on the greener side," he noted, "but you will be more than that. You will prove to me that you can. Now, let us go, the nobles will be waiting to see what I have done with you." He fully opened the door and stepped out, two guards bowing with their beaks to the floor. As he passed them they rose and watched as the blue dragoness began to follow him out slowly, her body still uneasy and heavy from the mating and its aftermath. She did not seem to falter, Talos noticed, and as the two guards eyes widened at the sight of her filled belly, she flicked her wing gently, wafting the scent of the King's pungent seed towards them. They paused, their noses twitching, before bowing slightly to her as well. This action surprised the female, but Talos gave a small chuckle.

"Sex is authority," he reminded her, "the nobles do not know anything of our arrangement. To anyone else, I could be attending the feast to declare you a queen, or execute you... such things would be easily within my power. As such, you showing with a belly full of seed may cause many to believe, at least until I tell them, that I have taken you as a mate and not just as a breeding bitch."

"I see." She nods once mulling it over as he continues speak, her eyes looking to examine him curiously. A possession, yes that does make sense, but if it's up to her...well maybe.

"I know I am your pet, my King I do not presume to...well I don't know. But I will stay reserved if it would better suit you. Though I would hope you would find my companionship endearing enough that I would be more in the future, possibly, and if it's up to me, then I will endeavor to show I am worthy of such as I will show I'm better than any servant." Her eyes look to his as she speaks, curious, searching. There's little doubt she can find happiness and enjoyment in this life if what she's seen so far is to be a routine, and she has no problem being his little bitch, but there's a lot more to see yet and spending her whole life as nothing but a possession leaves her feeling somewhat empty. After that she falls silent and lowers her gaze again, pushing her ears back. Giving another shake of her form she moves in behind her owner and follows him along, her head turning to the side to examine those curiously inspecting guards. As they inhale the scent of their union she flashes her markings, just a gentle glow, enough to be noticed as her prideful wearing of her Master's scent. Not only does that scent betray her condition, but as she passes her arched tail base would leave little doubt as to the fact she had been rutted.

For now she stays silent as she follows along behind the regal avial, eyes usually kept at his haunches or hindpaws, but unable to help from stealing glances around to the various new surroundings and the new eyes that would inevitably find her claimed body. The whole while she carries herself in that position, never once faltering as step, strong and proud of her new place and makes sure her Master sees it.

Talos continued forward, approaching a large golden set of doors.

"We are almost there," he informed her, "I am sure you will prove to be more to me than any servant. You want my love? Earn it with dutiful obedience." He stopped, having reached the impressive doors, the sounds of chatter comming from beyond the sturdy wood.

"This is the King's entrance," he explained, "we will arrive at the head of the table. Expect to be scrutinized by the fifty nobles in attendance." He looked back at her, checking to see if her stance and posture were adequate for show. Satisfied she was revealing the marks upon her body and rump, he raised a claw and the two guards manning the door opened it to admit the pair entrance into the feast hall. As the King and his dragoness slowly began to walk in, all conversation ceased as every set of avian eyes in the room turned to look at their leader. Small gasps could be heard as Royelle followed him in from behind, her body bloated with gryphon cum, her eyes turning to face those assembled with pride at her situation as she sat down next to her King, whom had taken his place upon the throne. The dozens of sharp eyes which stared at her drank in every detail; her torn neck, her swollen belly, her submissive posture, and the nobles began to understand exactly what their King had done to this dragoness.

"Greetings," Talos' voice echoed powerfully throughout the room, "welcome to the feast hall once again. Earlier today, you bore witness to the arrival of this tribute from the dragons' empire, a peace offering for their past transgressions." Small murmurs could be faintly detected, but nobody dared override the King's speech.

"I took this dragoness to my chambers, where I discovered that she is a young and fertile female coming into the prime of her youth. In the gryphon tradition, I have rutted her and marked her with both seed, scent and scar, and she will take her place as a permanant breeding female within my chambers." That got a few small whispered from the gryphons, a mixture of concern and even jealousy.

"She was a wonderful rut," he added, "as good as any of the female nobles within the court. You will treat her with respect, and she will enjoy the same luxuries as any one of you. For your enjoyment later, I will unstopper her and provide you with a demonstration of her abilities." That got a loud murmur from the group, every single one highly interested in seeing the dragon mounted before them.

"Now we shall eat," he announced, "everyone dig in, there is plenty for everyone. We shall answer questions once our bellies are sated." With that, the gryphons obeyed and immediately began to consume some of the finest food Royelle had ever laid eyes upon.

** There is more to come.**

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This was an RP between myself and the wonderful 'Royelle'. It has not been spellchecked completely, and is not intended to be a proper story. This was merely done for some fun and relaxation. There is more to come.