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It had been a long, hard first semester at the Koluman Academy of Science and Magic for young Yasendra. As a gryphon, she was naturally talented at the manipulation of energy and magic use, but her parents had pushed her to succeed by enrolling her a few years early. Because of this, she joined before she properly learned the science behind it. In their mind, her performance would help alleviate her lack of knowledge and she'd do fine.

They were half right. While her application was second to none, she often found her written work was subpar and when writing tests, she'd often do poorly or even fail. Overall she retained a passing grade, but she was worried for her future at the academy. She was smart - smarter than most her age - but she didn't quite have all she needed to be the best at the academy full of felines, canines, birds, and even other gryphons that had far more experience and knowledge than her.

Lucky for her, she'd managed to scrape by and pass her first semester, so it was time to go home for the summer and talk to her parents about maybe slowing down a bit to enjoy the flowers. She wasn't quite ready for the life she had laid out before her and felt now was as good a time as any to divert her path.

Koluman Academy of Science and Magic was far to the west of her home, so she had a long time to fly over land and sea before returning to her parents. Her community was in the hilly, northern regions of the largest island of the Ijimu Archipegalo, which was a nice change from the densely forested lands in southeastern Koluma. It was hard to get proper flight when launching off a tree branch in the canopy.

All that was behind her now, at least for a couple months. Summer was here and it was time for a vacation. She'd return in autumn for another semester and return again come winter. It was a pleasant schedule that allowed healing time in between semesters, but also required a lot of travel for those who were not native to the area. It was especially taxing on flyers who had to soar high above the ocean to hop from one island to another. She was fortunate enough to be blessed by the gods with an impressive wingspan and a light form, perfect for gliding.

Her trip took almost a week and required meticulous planning. She needed to eat a belly full before catching a thermal and reaching the very highest heights so she could glide for many hours in the clouds above the chopping waves below her. She couldn't risk swooping down to catch a fish, because she'd end up floating on the water's surface, and who knows what monsters could see her as a meal; also, regaining altitude after floating on the seas was the most taxing at all.

The entire trip gave her plenty of time to think about her past, future, and needs. She crested the final mountain before seeing her home town dug into the gentle slope at the base of the other end of the crescent-shaped range that surrounded her community and hunting grounds. Her keen eyesight caught a glimpse of a dozen or more other gryphs all flying below her, scouring the lands for food or travelling from one community to the next.

This was home, and she couldn't be happier.

She angled her wing tip and tilted into a dive, trailing low over the slope of the mountain until the forests rushed up at her. She whizzed past the treetops and villages within until she emerged out above the great plains. The warmth of the sun and the warmth of the thermals bubbling up under her wings was comforting and gave her all the altitude she needed to relax the remaining dozen or so kilometres to the hill that she called her own.

It was the most simple of beautiful of homes; a large den carved into the mountainside with rock-lined doors and windows, a series of gardens and pathways leading to the neighbour dens on either side. Right above the lip of the den's rock wall was one massive oak tree that Yasendra used to climb and sleep in as a hatchling.

After a few wide circles around her home, she finally settled down with a gentle flutter at her doorstep. She stretched her wings one last time before folding them up on her back, giving a preen to her brown and gray mottled feathers as she stepped up to the front door. She shook her head of the nervousness, flicked her pointy ear tufts, and raised the tip of her speckled tail in a prideful arch. Far as she knew, they weren't expecting her for another day since she managed a pretty quick return flight. She took in a deep breath and checked her saddle bags before grabbing the door handle with her beak and pushing it open.

"Dad? Mom? I'm home!" She stepped into the room and held her breast out, feigning pride.

There was a gentle rustling in one of the other rooms as a larger gryph scrambled on the wood floors before popping a head out in the hallway to get a look at her. It was her father, Kyndil "Yas? Is that you?!" He was surprised but incredibly happy to see her. The proud father gryph sauntered over and wrapped his neck around his daughter's in a hug, purring gently.

"Yeah, it's me dad. Came home a little early. The easterlies helped my travels, so I breezed right over the seas to get home! No complications at all." They parted necks and smiled at one another.

"Your mother will be so incredibly happy to hear you're home. She should be back sometime tomorrow. So tell me, Yas, how was school? What classes are you taking? Meet any friends? Tell me ALL about it! Come, come, enjoy some tea!" Her father was clearly excited and somewhat shocked at her arrival, which became even more evident when he dropped a mug as he attempted to make tea. Luckily, it didn't break so he picked it up and used the fluff on the end of his tail to clean it out before filling it with water and a bag of tea, cupping his talon around the mug to magically heat it. A few seconds later and it was steaming hot for his daughter.

Yasendra pulled off her saddle bags and set them by the door before sitting at the table and enjoying her tea and discussion with her father. Kyndil was his name, and he bore a strong resemblance to Yasendra, but he was notably fluffier and had more grey primaries and a darker splotch pattern on his feline half. He was also almost twice as big as she was. "So, where's mom, if she's not here?"

Kyndil laughed. "Oh, She's out with a band of hens, hunting for your arrival. You coming home for the summer is kind of a big deal around the village, you know. Not often anyone gets accepted to Koluman Academy, even a gryphon with your skills! This weekend, we have plans to get together at the great pit with all our neighbours and have you teach us all magic! It's going to be truly great!" He took a sip of his tea, lapping at it with his tongue as the edges of his beak curled up tall and wide in the proudest of grins.

A sudden wave of shyness and shame swept over Yasendra, painting her cere a light pink atop her yellow beak. She looked away and tried to hide her face with her wing shoulder.

"Aw, come on Yas, don't be like that! What good is an education if you can't use it to make the world a better place, right?" He peeked sideways under the table to get a better look at his daughter. "Really, why be so shy? That's not like you at all!"

She slowly raised her head back up and rested her beak on the table, releasing her breath long and slow before answering her father. "I don't have anything to teach, really. Nothing you don't already know."

"What are you saying?" His eyes lit up, making it easy to read the many scenarios that were playing in his mind; some unfortunate, others terrible. Most involved Yasendra flunking out.

Her eyes darted around the room, glancing at everything aside from her father's intense stare. She could feel him burning holes in her every second she didn't meet his gaze, so she gained the courage to do so, taking in a deep breath before locking eyes. "I-I'm not doing all too well, dad. I mean, I'm passing, but-"

Her father let out a long, relieved sigh, interrupting her. "Oh good, you're passing, that's good! Nothing to worry about then, right? All is well in our home and the world at large!" His feathers inflated, standing on end with pride as he pushed his own breast out.

She hated to break it to him, news like this was hard to take. "Well, yes, I passed but not by much. The professor's report basically said I was magically gifted, but lacked the knowledge to excel. 'Tonnes of mana and spirit, but no brain', was how he put it. Said I wasn't ready, and that I needed to learn more science if I wanted to apply myself and do something with my skills. As it stands, I might be able to be a house-hen or a good hunter, but I'd never create magic from scratch. He was pretty thorough telling me how disappointing I was."

Kyndil's feathers and ears flattened against his skull as he hissed. "Who is this absurd professor?! I'll skin him and eat his heart! My daughter is the finest example of a gryphon, majestic and beautiful, smart and capable!" he slammed his talon down on the table to accent his rage. "What is his name?!"

She slunk down, cowering beneath the force and anger of her father. "D-dad, I'm smart, yes, but I'm also younger than everyone else. I don't think I'm ready for the academy-"

Once again, her intensely passionate father interrupted her mid-sentence. "Of course you are! It's the Academy that's not ready for-"

"No, Dad, stop!"

Kyndil's beak gaped open as he stared at his daughter, fist still in the air ready to slam it on the table again. He was absolutely shocked that his daughter would ever interrupt him, so he blinked in disbelief before permitting her to speak. "I'm sorry, dear. What were you saying?"

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. "You sent me to the academy too early, dad. I'm still barely beyond a fledgeling, everyone else there is older, more mature, and more skilled. They expect me to know all this stuff about energy dynamics and transferal, exponential equations for distance casting and all this plop. I'm insanely overwhelmed and I wasn't ready. One or two more years and I'd be there, but right now I'm lagging behind a bit. My performance is top notch - best in class for sure - but that's only half of my course load."

All the while, Kyndil solemnly nodded and sipped at his tea, taking in what she was saying, but not really understanding where she was going with it. "So, what are you trying to say here, Yas? Are you planning on dropping out? Your mother and I saved up a lot of coin to-"

"No, dad. I'm not dropping out, just frustrated and annoyed and I don't want to be a dancing pony for your friends. I don't really feel I'm good enough." She rested her head on the table again, tongue hanging out in defeat as she rolled side to side on her beak.

Kyndil may have been a hard-rumped gryph father, but he knew when to be compassionate and had enough empathy to know his daughter needed support. Knowing this, he hobbled around the table and sat beside his daughter, wrapping a wing around her for comfort.

She could be heard sniffling under wing. "I just, I want to be good enough, dad. And this gods damned heat is not making things any better."

"Heat?" Kyndil's ear shot up as he retracted his wing and stepped back. "What about it is bothering you?"

She blushed and looked away, mumbling into her plumage. "It's distracting and nobody will help me deal with it."

"Say again?" He leaned into her and nudged her wing shoulder.

But she didn't seem too keen on talking about it, despite having foolishly brought it up. "N-nothing, dad. Sorry I brought it up." she took another sip of her tea and took the mug with her down the hall, handle in her beak and head held up high to keep it from spilling.

Her father followed her to the common room, where a half dozen specially made purple-fabric-lined nests were arranged around a pit that they often had fires in as well as a series of shelves and book-cases lining the walls with portraits of the family in between them. There was a chimney spout right above it to ensure the smoke escaped beside the massive tree above them. There were tiny bits of roots sticking through the wooden boards of the ceiling. Kyndil seemed ashamed when she noticed them. "S-sorry dear, we were still trimming the roots and sweeping the floors. Didn't expect you home until tomorrow. Forgive me."

Yasendra laid the mug on a tiny end table beside one of the nests and plopped her rump down. "No, it's fine. I like the roots. Gives it an earthy feel. This is home, not the massive buildings in the trees around the lake. I love our den." Clearly still a little depressed, she plopped her head down on the rim of the nest and sighed, relaxing her wings and loosening her tail.

"Yas, tell me about this heat. Why is it bothering you so much. Have you not found release yet?" her father sat down across from her, looking out over the stack of kindle that would be alight that night. This was an oddly weird thing for him to focus on, but she was only a year removed from her first heat, so she was still having a bit of a hard time getting used to the mood swings and insatiable desire.

She rolled her eyes, clearly reluctant to talk to her father about her sexual urges, but he was always incredibly open with her and always supportive, so she felt wrong keeping it from him, especially after she so willingly offered the information in the first place. She got a little chuckle inside as she imagined him getting her a varnished piece of wood or rock for her personal pleasure. That was exactly the kind of thing he'd do as a joke. "Actually, to be honest, I just can't control it. It's overpowering and distracting, and no matter how much I posture and preen for the drakes there, they turn their beaks and noses up at me. For a while, I thought I was ugly or something, but it turns out they don't want to be a 'brood parasite', whatever that means."

Kyndil snorted, almost spilling his tea. "Really?"

"Why, what does that mean?" Yasendra cocked her head to the side and grunted a brisk churr. She'd heard the term all semester, and nobody would explain to her what it meant. When she asked they just shook their heads and briskly walked away!

Kyndil snorted again, followed by a kind and gentle laugh. "Oh, Yas. I suppose I should have seen this coming when we sent you off to the academy at such a young and rough age to leave the nest. A brood parasite is the name for someone who sexually preys on hatchlings or first-estrus hens. They take advantage of the weak minded and immature to get an easy lay. You know, taking advantage of bitches, mares, and hens that haven't yet gotten a handle on their womanly urges."

Both eyes and beak of the young hen shot open. "E-excuse me? I am not a hatchling or first-estrus hen! Why would they say that? I'm not immature!" her wings practically exploded out in protest, nearly knocking over the table her teacup was on.

"Calm down, Yas. I know that, and so do you, but you are younger and smaller than they are, presumably. You've only been a hen for a year now, so they probably still see you as a fledgeling, not mature enough to warrant a proper mount. Your size surely doesn't help either; you're small for your age."

She still stared, gape-beaked and eyes wide. "But, I'm not that! I'm not. I'm not." Her defiant tone faded into a whimper as she relaxed her eyes and lowered her beak, ashamed. She felt so foolish for not having ever figured that out. Once she matured, she thought her peers would see her as a lovely hen, not claim her to be an immature fledgeling. Sure, she was smaller than most gryphs her age, but not by much, and her impressive wingspan should have made up for her diminutive stature.

"Idea!" Kyndil piped up once he was sure his daughter had expelled her disbelief and shock. "Why don't I make you a set of varnished egg-rocks? Gizzard-smoothe and properly cleaned! I know your mother loves her set. Doesn't leave the den without them! They'll help you with your heat, nullifying it by tricking your body into thinking it's gravid."

"Dad! I do not need to know about mom's....dirty rocks." She whispered the last bit, as though she was scared someone could hear her outside.

Kyndil sighed and smiled. "Not dirty at all, dear. It's just a fact of life. If your heat is distracting you to the point it interrupts your studies, and no others are willing to help, sometimes you gotta take it to your own talons. There are plenty of ways to satisfy that hunger, and trust me, the rocks are smoothe and heavy, so they feel like real eggs. That'll clear up your estrus overnight!" He used his talons to accent the finer details of sticking glossy rocks up into her clutch.

She crossed her hind legs and lowered her tail between her rump cheeks, imagining something like a rock going backwards into her. She liked the idea, but didn't want to admit it even to herself. "I, uh, dad, I don't think that's the best idea for me, really."

"Why not? Does your mother wonders when she's out on a hunt. Why, I imagine she's wiggling her hips back and forth right now, feeling them shift inside-"

"DAD! Would you stop with the graphic tales of...that?" she was pink from cere to breast now, absolutely mortified that she was having this conversation with her own father, moreso since she was actually beginning to feel the faintest hint of arousal bubbling up in her hindquarters as she thought about slipping a few rocks into herself. It was a minor shame, but she could tell her father was trying his best to not pay attention to her uncomfortable shifting by the subtleties in his eyes every time she shifted her weight from one hind talon to the other, tail lightly lifted to not touch her hen-parts.

"Oh Yas, there's no reason to be ashamed of liking what you like. As you grow and mature, this will be a normal topic. Remember that one time your mother seemed sick, -"

"Dad, please, can you stop? This isn't helping!" Yas's mind had instantly returned to the thought of a thick, heavy rock covered in varnish, an image that wouldn't quite go away in spite of her having such carnal desires with her father in the room. She knew a thing or two about rubbing one's rump against a tree to help alleviate some of the tension, but she never thought about anything inside her other than another gryph drake. Maybe a powerful dragon, or-

Once again she stopped herself from thinking about anything too intense in the presence of her father. The last thing she needed to do was start emitting pheromones into the room.

Kyndil got to his feet and looked down at his daughter, cooing as he spoke. "Yas, if this conversation is making you that uncomfortable, perhaps we could go for a walk and meet up with some of the neighbours. I'm sure they'd be incredibly happy to see you again." he nuzzled into her and walked out of the room, not giving her time to think up a retort.

Reluctantly, she got up and shook her mind clear of the thoughts that raced through it, quickly dashing to the front door where her saddle bags were still lying. She plucked out some of the books, snacks, and souvenirs and set them on the kitchen table. "So, Dad, tell me, what was your school like? Where did you go?"

He let out a gentle chuckle as he stood next to her by the door. "Oh Yasendra, I didn't go to school. Not a lot of people from around here did. That's why we want you to teach us how to do more magics! You're our link to the real world!"

She immediately slunk down, wings and feathers pressed tight against her body. "W-what? Why? Gryphons are smart, usually. Aren't they? I don't think I'm qualified to 'teach' anything. I barely know what I need to know as it is! No. I don't think this is a good idea." She shuffled backwards away from her father, deliberately distancing herself from the door, too nervous to go outside and show off to the friends and family she grew up with. Her father turned to urge her forth, but before he could say anything she darted off down the hall into her room, gently kicking the door closed behind her before flopping on her nest.

More than a little frustrated at both her own failures and her father's expectations, she fumed and growled at herself, staring at the walls of her room as she looked back on all her mistakes in the preceding months. There was that time she asked a question in class about heat transferal that everyone giggled at her for not knowing; that time she asked Yelvor out on a hunt, only to be ignored; and that time she accidentally lifted her tail a little too high, letting her classmates see her arousal before a test. That was the only test she ever failed, because she was so overcome with embarrassment that she scribbled down the answers in a great hurry and handed in her paper without even doing the essay on the other side of the last page.

She felt like the greatest of failures, and a disappointment not only to her parents but also apparently to her home community. She could have been such a great success, but instead she was nothing but a ball of feathers and awkwardness. A single tear formed at the back crook of her eye, trickling down a bit only to get soaked into her feathers as she squeezed her lids shut.

The solution to her problems was quite easy to see, even for her. The problem was that she wasn't really prepared to admit it. She was simply too young to be going to the Koluman Academy of Science and Magic. While she had the brains for it as well as the physical aptitude, it was just a bad idea to be at school and dealing with heat at the same time. Usually, a gryphon would wait a few years to sort out her physical development before choosing to advance their intellectual horizons. The two really couldn't be done at the same time, and Yasendra was learning this the hard way. Her father was right, as usual, and she needed that release. She needed it more than anything else.

She got a look of the picture of her and her parents from a few years back. She was just a fledgeling with ruffled feathers and ragged fur. She was in the middle with a funny hat as she smiled a wide, gape-beaked smile and her proud mother and father were behind her, patting her on the shoulder. Her father didn't have quite as much gray in him - a bit more brown - and her mother was still the dark black and rusty brown that she'd always been. She hated to disappoint them, not after how proud they used to be of her.

"You okay in there, hun?" Her father's voice cooed from beyond her closed door. "May I come in?"

She sniffled a bit and nodded, only to realize that of course her father couldn't see her nod. "Uh. Yeah, sure. Come on in." She put her head back down as her door opened, gray-feathered gryph standing in the door way with a look of concern on his face. "Sorry about that, dad. I just, I really don't know what to do." She lied.

Kyndil's beak showed only the faintest hint of a smile as he came over to sit beside her nest. "I know. I know. It's hard for all of us. Your mother and I, we just thought maybe getting a head start on school would help you really show how amazing we all know you are. If it's too early, we can take you out until-"

"No, dad. I don't want to quit. I am not a quitter, you know that. I want a solution. I know what the problem is and how to fix it, I just can't seem to do it, you know? I sit here, I talk to you about blossoming, and I know how overpowering it can be, but when the time comes, I just can't concentrate. It doesn't matter what I do, I can't concentrate. I just wish I had some help, or maybe even some assurance. Anything at this point." She lowered her head and closed her eyes again, holding back another single tear.

Her father clicked his beak and sighed a bit. "Sadly, my dear, there's really only one solution to clear your mind, and it isn't something that's easy to talk about. I told you, I can help you. I know a guy who makes specially designed rocks for this very reason." he paused, not wanting to overstep any boundaries with his daughter again. Once he was sure she wasn't going to interrupt him with protest, he continued. "I'm sure by now he's given a set to every hen in the valley. You really don't need to be shy about it."

She looked up at him with a smile. "I...I think I might like that, dad. Will you go with me later?"

"Of course, hun, I'd do anything for you. Just let me know when you're ready. Doesn't need to be today or even this week; once you trick your body into thinking you're pregnant, the desires will completely go away until your next cycle."

Leaning into her father, feeling his neck wrapped around hers, she couldn't help but purr a deep and powerful purr. "Thanks so much for that. I really appreciate it."

The two remained in embrace as Yasendra's mind began to wander again. Kyndil's body was so warm against hers, his wing happily wrapped around her smaller form. Deceptively warm, in fact. For that brief moment she felt comfortable, like she was really ready to open up. It had been months since anyone had touched her, other than her own idle talons. While embraced, coveting her father's warm touch, she had a strange yet oddly rational thought emerge.

"You'd do anything to help me out in school?"

"Of course dear, what are fathers for if not for support?" He snugged tighter, matching her purrs.

She paused before continuing, a dash of common sense halting her for only a moment before the warmth took over her mind again. "Show me?"

"Show you what, dear?"

"Show me how to relieve my tension. Help me get rid of this need." Her cheeks flushed red as she pushed into her father's inviting plumage.

Kyndil chuckled, retracting his wing from around Yasendra. "Oh, I don't think I need to show you anything. Once you have what you need, you'll know what to do with them. Besides, it's always best to-"

Yasendra pulled away and looked at him, a serious glint in her eyes. "No, dad. I want you to show me, personally. You're the only drake I know and trust. The only one who loves and respects me enough to touch me. So please, do this for me? You said you'd do anything." She leaned into him, nuzzling and preening at the feathers on his neck. Her wings were relaxed, partially spread out around her sides to show more of her form.

"Uh, what was that?" Kyndil gulped and froze, body stiffening as he tensed up, completely unsure of how to proceed.

"You hearrrd me." Yasendra cooed, trilling her 'r'. "Show me how. I'm surrre you have the experience. There's no drake in the world I would feel more comfortable with for my firssst time."

Her father immediately got up and went to leave her room, but she hopped between he and the door, stopping him. Her rump was up and chest was down at the ground - a playful stance. "Yas, I don't know what's gotten into you. I think this conversation is over." he tried to walk around her, but she moved in his way again, using her hind leg to gently push the door shut.

"Then don't talk." She cooed again, stepping forth to press her chest against his.

"Yas, would you stop. I don't know why you're being like this, but clearly something has gotten into your head that's clouding your judgement. I think you need some time alone." he tried to pass her again, but this time she hopped up against him, claws on his shoulders as she looked him in the eyes, clearly on the verge of heartbreak.

"But you sssaid, you'd do anything for me. Anything at all from here to the skiesss." She was beginning to hiss; coupled with a trill, that was about as needy as a hen could get. She was mostly faking it, based off things she'd heard and seen while at school, but she picked up on most of it. She knew what she was doing, even if she didn't quite understand the implications of her acts.

Kyndil narrowed his gaze as he stared into his daughter's hurt-filled eyes. "Don't give me that look, Yas. You remind me of your mother when you do that. Those black-highlighted eyes, the swept back ears, your trill..." His voice slowly deepened and grew quiet as he listed off the features of her mother that she shared, only to find the easy-out of this situation in front of him. "Yes, your mother. She's a protective hen, you see. Wouldn't want me fooling around with another, even if the other hen resembles her well. Yep, I guess you're going to have to find another drake, dear. But remember, be egg-wary!" He shifted his shoulders to make her slip off onto all fours, once again trying to step around his daughter.

This time she didn't stop or try to obstruct his path. Instead, she lifted her tail high to curl around his neck, trailing up until it was cupping his lower beak. She knew her lips were showing - she wanted them to - and her scent was rising into the room. If she couldn't convince him with her words, she'd use other methods; it seemed to be working. He stopped dead in his tracks with a single talon on the door handle.

Yasendra's heart was racing and her breaths were getting heavy as she grew nervous about what she was doing. Deep down inside she didn't actually expect this to work, and now that it looked like she may have just succeeded in luring him in to please her desires, she wasn't actually sure if she was ready for it or if she should with her father. To her, this was kind of a blitz of a move. She'd tried so many other things, and when the slightest hint of a potential solution presented itself, she dove on it without so much of a thought of the consequences. Regardless,she had triggered something, and now she needed to follow through despite her sudden reservations. Her solution was simple, leave the next step in her father's hands. She stepped away, tail tickling the underside of his beak for one last time before laying on her side on her nest, rump angled perfectly so he saw what she had to offer. If he walked out, he walked out and she was off the hook. If he came close, well, then she had no idea what to do next.

Kyndil stared a moment, his own breaths growing heavy. He could see her form, including every dark-feathered feature that reminded him of her mother - his mate. She really did look like a younger Hjolly, black like a raven in spots, speckled gray in others. His eye gave a gentle twitch as he turned to face her.

Yasendra's heart continued racing and her chest gave gentle but rapid heaves with every breath. Was he going to leave or come to her? Was he going to take advantage of this young hen, or was he going to leave her needing? "Mom won't be home until tomorrow, you said, right? No reason she needs to know." As soon as the words escaped her beak, she chastised herself internally for not leaving it alone and letting fate decide. It took a great deal of will power to keep her composure as she derided her seductive outburst.

"You're right." Kyndil took a hesitant step forward. "She's not going to be home until tomorrow. We're here, alone, for the rest of the..." She shook the thoughts from his head, but couldn't take his eyes off her. She really was beautiful, prettier than many of the hens he took to nest when he was her age.

As her father took a step forward, assuring of their privacy, her heart jumped up into her crop! She had to swallow deeply before carrying on. Her lower beak was trembling, but it was gaped open just enough that it didn't make a rapid chatter. She took in a deep breath, smelling a faint but encouraging musk in the room. Her father was aroused! He wanted it! That gentle whiff of bitter masculinity told Yasendra all she needed to know about his intentions. That scent was hard wired into every hen's brain.

Her mother Mjolly was a dominant, persuasive hen; maybe if Yas acted shy, it would wipe the images of her mother from Kyndil's mind. She blushed and nuzzled her beak into the thick plumage of her own neck as her tail waved at him, wafting more of her scent from the source into the air to draw him closer.

"Yasss..." Kyndil hissed as he leaned down towards her. "Ssstop thisss!"

She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was falling into a sort of trance. The scents she was emitting as well as the cute, suggestive pose was triggering his more feral desires. He was fighting it - this much was evident - but it wasn't good enough to keep him from nuzzling at her hip with his wings partially outstretched in the relatively cramped, tight room. She wanted a mating. She needed that fulfilling experience, and if she needed to trick her own father into it, then that's what needed to be done, in the name of science and magic!

As the final trigger to her masterful manipulation of his instincts, she rolled onto her back with one leg high in the air, showing the cute mound of fur at her back end with the tiny vertical slit of moist, black flesh slicing it in half. Like any feline pussy, it was tiny and covered in fur so somewhat hard to see, but a trained gryphon beak could find it with ease. Kyndil had no problem nuzzling into the side of it, smearing the young gryph's juices down the crest of his beak.

Her beak trembled as she leaned back, enjoying the gentle caress over her slit. He'd barely touched her and it was already turning out to be everything she dreamed of! So much better than rubbing it on something herself! As she cooed and chattered her beak, eyes closed in pleasure, she found her mind wandering to the image of a strong, jet-black drake with powerful wings and a long, thick tail nuzzling up into her. She imagined this nameless black drake prying his beak open to prod his tongue into-

A moment of passionate rubbing passed before he jerked away, shaking his head and agitatedly ruffling his feathers before folding his wings up on his back. "Yasendra, what are you doing? I really shouldn't and neither should you!" He backed away and turned to leave.

But Yasendra had hit a point in her arousal where it needed to be dealt with or fear of suffering through days of cramps and unpleasant tingling, as though her nethers had fallen asleep from sitting on them too long. She did what she needed to do by jumping up off the bed and once again putting herself between her father and the door. "No, Fatherrrr! I need this! Please? I don't want another day of aches and distractions. You don't underrrstand! You're not a hen, you can't possssssibly understand!" She stomped her hind leg down on the wooden floor and broadened her shoulders, doing her best to look intimidating despite her diminutive stature and breaks in speech in the form of trills and hisses.

He pressed his chest against her, an act of dominance amongst gryphons. "Now you listen here, Yasendra Rioric Hawkthorne, you are going to stop this nonsense right this instant, or-"

Desperate and completely unable to think of a better solution in the heat of the moment, she ducked down and darted between her father's front legs, pressing the crest of her beak up against his massive, bulging sheathe. Her heart was racing as she expected to be kicked, trampled, or have him grab her by the tail and yank yer out, but once the immediate worry of threat passed, she came to relish the weight of the massive member on her beak. She bobbed her head a few times to prod at it, feeling its moist opening drool some of her father's powerful musk over her cere.

In that very instant, she lost the last bits of reservations she had. The musk of any drake passing by was enough to make her legs weak at the peak of her heat; having its liquid form dribbling around her beak so close to her nostrils was completely overwhelming. A gentle whimper escaped her beak as she struggled to stay standing straight up, heart beating faster than it had before. She noticed her father had stopped moving entirely; not even his tail swished idly behind him. He appeared to be paralyzed in fear, so she tried to alleviate his tension and anxiety by offering the gentlest of licks at that drooling, musky opening. Just enough to excite him.

Much to her delight, she felt his hip muscles tense in the tiniest, most reluctant of thrusts; the action forcing the very tip of his member out to poke at her beaktip, so she gave it a gentle lick at the smoothe, pointed tip before it retreated back inside the sheathe.

She let out a whimper as she nuzzled up and preened at the fur between his hind legs. She'd gotten the slightest of tastes of drake, and she wanted more! It was right there, staring her in the face, and she couldn't help but coax it out again with a series of gentle preens around the bulging sheathe, tickling at her father's hidden shaft. Deep down inside she knew he was being conservative and shy, so she pushed at the skin to peel it back, revealing a few centimetres of length to smear along her cheek. Eager to get back at it, she pulled back with beak agape to lick at it again, but as soon as she pulled away, the sheathe covered its entire length again.

"P-please?" She whimpered into his belly, legs spread gently and tail pushed to the side to once again expose herself. She found herself swaying her hips to spread the scent, hoping for some encouragement and was quickly rewarded with a beak nuzzling at her hindquarters. She looked over her wing and saw her father's gray-feathered head flipped upside down to prod at the underside of her tail. She smiled and turned back to his swelling bulge, nipping, preening, and pushing at the loose skin barely containing his member until its tip popped out again. This time, she used a talon to gently pull at the sheathe and keep it partially retracted so she could get another proper taste of its meaty juices.

As she nuzzled at it, wrapping her long thin tongue around his length to suck back every bit of the savoury fluids that dribbled out the end of it. She couldn't decide if she liked it or not. It didn't taste particularly good - it was powerfully bitter - but it didn't taste terrible either and the scent of it wafting up around her nares was truly intoxicating.

"Don't be so shy, I want it all!" She cried out as she pushed the skin back again, exposing more of his length. Instantly regretting her outburst, she clasped her talons over her beak, leaving his length to slide back into its hole.

"What was that, Yas?" Her father asked, swinging his head around to the side to get a sideways look at her. He didn't wait for her response to flare out his wings and buck his hips, the position peeling the flesh of his sheathe back to expose most of his member. The very tip of it literally dripped with musk and natural lubricants. "Don't let any of that drop to the floor, you don't want your mother smelling it in the wood when she gets home." He grunted, grinding his beak shut as he bucked forth again.

The mere suggestion of being caught urged her to open her beak and let every bit of that liquid musk drop onto her tongue in a bitter explosion of flavor that transformed her into a feverishly hungry little gryphon hen. As her father tried his best to stay still - save his occasional thrusts downward - she cocked her head to the side and slid his member into her beak, feeling its throbbing girth pressing out against the flesh inside. She was careful to not have the side or tip of her beak snag on his sensitive pink shaft. She relished the sensation of its pointed tip slipping down beside her tongue to press against the back of her throat. Gently, she closed her beak tight around him, beak tip softly pressing against either side of his sheathe, garnering a gentle buck forth.

Kyndil gasped and widened his stance as he felt his daughter's tight beak closing around his member, her heat and moisture tickling him in such a way that he was willing to forgive himself for letting his daughter seduce him. He leaned down and tried to thank her or something, but nothing came out. As he opened his beak, she tried to swallow him, tongue and throat muscles clamping down from base to tip, shutting him up immediately.

"Mrph! Glmpglr!" She gagged a little as she felt a single burst of thick, gooey seed explode onto the back of her throat to trickle down into her crop. Taken aback, she pulled away and let a trail of fluid droop between tongue and cock, which she quickly licked up to keep it from splattering on the floor. A smack of her tongue on the roof of her beak later, she gulped back and chirped. "Oh, wow! That was delicious! Give me more! I want it all, you horny beast!" The force of her demand was punctuated by a click of her beak and a return to smothering his member.

"Wait, what?" Her father's voice wavered in disbelief at Yasendra's command. What first seemed like a cute, somewhat innocent cry for physical attention took a sudden turn to become something deeper and lusty; the kind of carnal desire and commanding attitude reserved for lovers in the winters of their lives looking to spice things up in the nest a bit. Shamed as he was for a fleeting moment, he found the change of pace to be more than adequate to drive the flow in his nethers and give him the arousal needed to finish up.

She was so like her mother.

Yasendra pushed her beak forth as far as it would go and swallowed again, the flesh and muscles of her maw and gullet clamping down on her father's girth before sucking inwards to coax more of his drooling cock-fluids into her crop. She slowly pulled off, contractions continuing down her gullet as she did so to amplify the sensations before feeling the slick, tapered bulb of a tip escape her beak. She could feel the puddles of fluid pooling in between beak, tongue, and gums as she gargled at her father, "Why so shy, dad? P-please mate my hungry beak! I want to taste every drop of your seed!" She didn't wait for a response to pounce forth, once again shifting her head on its side to get the most of him in her waiting maw.

Kyndil had to pause a moment to listen to the words coming from between his legs; his daughter was talking far naughtier than he'd ever imagined her speaking, especially to him (and with such shy, quiet demeanour). It seemed she knew the words, but not how to speak them. He quickly blamed it on the school she went to in his head and put it behind him. Her eagerness and insistence was exactly the kind of controlling behaviour he was used to; he almost couldn't knot without it! As he slipped into his comfort zone, he rumbled a low growl-purr as he spread his legs and bucked his hips again, peeling the last bit of sheathe over his still-uninflated knot.

The young gryphon hen gasped - cock still smothered in the soft flesh within her beak - as she felt his forceful thrust followed by the sight of the emerging bulges of knot. She prodded her tongue out against the side of it and gave it a lick before pulling away, her gullet coming to feel empty without the girth of his cock bulging her throat out. "Delicioussss!" she hissed silently before lapping at the underside of its tip, nuzzling at his belly fur as she did so. Her eyes fluttered shut as she focused solely on the taste and feel of his throbbing member dripping fluids onto her tongue. The more she lapped at it and sucked its length, the less bitter it seemed - replacing its unpleasant flavors and scents with sweetness that tickled both tongue and nare.

She could feel her unused pussy lips tingling in anticipation and dribbling liquid arousal down between her legs, moistening the fur on her inner thighs. The young, eager gryph hen swayed her hips, hoping the scent would trap her father and ignite his passion again, but she felt a little disappointment when he didn't return his beak to under her tail. He did, however, offer a weak, occasional bucking of his hips into her beak.

"D-dad, pleassse! I want morrre...mate me like I'm your bitch..." Her voice was soft and weak, words lacking conviction even though she meant each and every one, tongue eagerly lapping at the underside of his shaft in between words.

Kyndil was a little shocked she'd refer to herself as bitch; such titles were reserved for canines or whores, not for regal gryphons or even felines. Regardless, he couldn't help but obey her commands. She'd triggered plenty of lust in him and it was beginning to take over, inhibitions completely quashed. She was his bitch, and she'd feel it!

"Yesss! That'sss morrre like it!" she cooed as she felt her father's pointed tip jab at the side of her beak in an eager thrust. Had it not been demanded of him, she'd find such an assault to be rude and abrasive, but the fantasy of having that sleek, firm girth slipping through her lips to stretch her out. His hot, hot rod of cock piercing her to fill her with even hotter seed was a fantasy she was on the cusp of realizing.

She let out a long, drawn out moan as she arched her back against nothing, pussy lips glistening and dripping fluids as she felt her own mind descending into an arousal-addled state. She grabbed at the base of her father's cock with one of her talons - careful to not nick it with the sharp claw tips she possessed - and shoved its entire length down her gullet. She swallowed, sucked, licked, and pressed her beak down around it with the tips wrapped around the bulbs of the knot. The young, eager hen felt a tinge of hesitation as his cock bulbs swelled in her beak, prying her maw open while holding it in place.

Conscious of the hooked tip of upper and lower beak clamped around the base of his knot, she did her best to push him in deeper with aid of swallowing and her own body motions. If she tried to spit it out, her beak would catch on the inflating bulb rather than it remain comfortably nestled in the bulge of it.

The girth in her gullet applied a pressure to her that made it a little hard to breath, and triggered her gag reflex. It wasn't much of one - usually just enough to spew up what was stored in her crop - but she could feel her chest heaving gently, a puddle of fluid splashing out at the corners of her beak as her muscles contracted around his length. Her tongue splayed out the side of her maw as the last pumps of blood flowed to the base of his member, tying him into her gullet.

Without much warning after that, she could feel his throbbing length explode into her to an accompanying roar from her father's beak; every spurt of seed that erupted into her gullet forced her to swallow again in order to keep it down. She could feel the pressure building up in her crop before his knot quickly deflated, letting his member explode in a blast of cum, saliva, and other juices from her beak to dangle idly between his legs, drooling fluids onto her floor. So much for remaining discrete about the scents. Much to her disdain, she could feel the mass of seed bubbling up from her crop to emerge in the back of her throat.

She tried to squeak out a protest of disappointment, as if to ask, 'is that all' before her father backed up over her to look her in the eyes. Her lower beak was trembling gently as her eyes grew soft again. She dared not move her body for fear of the puddle of cum bubbling up in the back of her gullet and forming a pool around her tongue would trickle out over the sides and splatter in a mess on the floor.

"Who's a good girl?" Kyndil cooed at her with a smile. He could see the thick, gooey mess in her beak as she gagged gently. "Now swallow it up, dear. Don't want to leave a mess, do we?"

Her eyes fluttered as she closed her beak around the pulpy mess of seed. It was so incredibly thick with lumps but also incredibly thin; like an egg yolk within its white. It took much of her willpower to gape open her gullet and ease her head back enough to let its gooey masses slide down into her crop with a series of belaboured gulps. Once the most of it was in her crop - soon to slip into her belly - she gasped and looked up at her father with a meek blush, licking the remnants of the mess up from her beak. She had the saddest, most disappointed of looks on her face and a gentle bloat in her crop that remained a touch uncomfortable.

Her father felt a twinge of sadness and remorse as he looked down at her. The guilt washed over him quickly, urging him to sidle up beside her and wrap a wing around her, apologizing profusely for having done that with his own daughter. "Oh Yas, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have let you do that! I just, I don't know what came over me! Please forgive-"

She pulled out from under his wing, limping a bit with tail raised. She looked over her shoulder and nodded the tip of her beak down to point at her glistening lips, drawing his focus to them. She quickly turned back and nuzzled into her father's chest, preening at his feathers again. "There'sss nothing to forrrgive, fatherrr!" She trilled at him, a gentle purr accompanying her passion. She was trying very hard to be sultry, but a blush remained from neck to cheeks.

Kyndil clamped his beak shut and pushed back into her, leaning down to preen her back - something he often did with her mother - even though he didn't quite know what she was getting at. "So what's wrong? What was that look for, dear?"

She continued nuzzling into him, pressing her cheek, neck, shoulder, then entire body across his chest before bumping at him with her hip - much like an affectionate feline. "No, fatherrr, I just hope you have another one in you, because I'm still hot, and my nethers are aching for a proper mating, you see. I didn't ask for a snack, I asked - nay, demanded - your seed in me. And I didn't mean my belly." Her voice tightened into a hiss as she lowered her chest to the ground, rump still in the air pointing at him. "And I won't ssstop until you fill me! Satisssfy me!"

"Uhhhhh, wha-?" He stared at her, gape-beaked with his eyes trained on that sparkling, glistening, moist set of lips underneath her tail. It was a tiny little opening, having never properly been used before. Far smaller and tighter than her mother's, presumably. Much to his surprise, he felt his shaft stiffen and inflate within his sheathe a second time, urging him forth. He wanted to protest, still, but couldn't find the willpower to keep him from letting the gentle, sweet aromas in the air suck him in.

"That'sss right, father. Come over here, fill me with your seed, fuck me hard! Do it for my education!" She waved her rump back and forth, tail waving a bit of air and the scent across the room to her father. The anticipation was killing her inside; she felt like she was about to burst, but that could have been from the healthy dose of drake seed in her crop, too. Once again, her eyes fluttered shut as she imagined being mounted, feeling that slick, slimy rod of flesh poking into her, spreading her lips wide and knotting her. Without even realizing it, she'd grunted and pushed back against nothing, only to be surprised with the sensation of a hard beak nuzzling under her tail.

Her eyes bolted open and she looked around to see her father's gray-feathered head pressed up against her opening, wings slightly out and folded downwards in a feral aggression position. She was about to say something when she felt his hot tongue slide up over between her lips in a long, loving lick, teasing at the hole before pulling away, leaving her wanting more! Finally! With a whimper, she splayed her wings out and parted her legs a bit further for easier access, pushing back against his beak and tongue to urge another taste, which he took without hesitation.

She was floating in clouds at the sensations. She'd never had anyone but herself lapping at her folds, and this was a whole different experience! His tongue was so thick and gooey with saliva; not to mention hot. Her eager father's tongue slipped up and down between the lips, tapered tip pausing with every stroke to prod at her opening, gradually spreading her apart around the prehensile appendage. Young Yasendra's walls quivered in delight as she clenched tight, nearly forcing his tongue from her as her back and rump spasmed.

"Oh Daddy! Do that! Fuck me with yourrrr tongue!" She let out a long, drawn out moan as she curled her neck up, eyes rolling into the back of her skull as her feathers pressed tight against her form. She leaned into him and rocked her hips back and forth to press his beak against her pert little opening.

Kyndil was somewhat shocked - still surprised to hear his daughter speaking as such - but he didn't let that hold him back. She tasted wonderful; sweet with the tiniest dash of bitterness, just like a gryphon hen should. He happily lapped at her juices, pushing every bit of tongue into her before pulling it back out to gulp down the collective juices and saliva.

"Nnnnot enough, Daaaddy!" She whimpered at him, still pushing back. "Don't be such a prude, get up and mount me! I want to feel your weight on me, I want your thick cock inssside meeeee!" her wings flared out as she hissed and outstretched her talons, bracing for her father's weight. Her slit was just oozing a thick, creamy fluid all over the floor to soak her thighs, paws, and her father's beak. She was beyond caring about leaving a scent. She wanted it! She wanted her mother to know she was matured and in heat, a bit of competition for Kyndil's affections!

Though she had prepared for it, she wasn't fully prepared for the weight her father would push down on her as he hopped up onto her. His tongue was still soaked in her juices as he pulled away, cock throbbing and pushing its way out of its sheathe of its own accord to dangle between his hind legs. He quickly hopped up and laid both his talons on Yasendra's hips, letting every bit of weight press down on her.

The young hen's legs wobbled under the pressure and nearly gave way, but the adrenaline that came from her deep-rooted desires kept her upright, tail still flopped to the side to give full access to her sex. "Come on, come on! Fill me up!"

Every time she spoke, Kyndil had to pause a moment to re-situate himself. The little bursts of dirty talk were not only unbecoming of a hen so young, but also completely unlike Yasendra - who was usually relatively quiet and timid. Perhaps she'd heard her mother growling commands at him before, though they were usually quiet about their intimacy, especially with their daughter in the den. Once he got over that little bit of uneasiness and re-ignited his desire for this tight little virgin hen, he came at her with a renewed vigor. He tensed up his belly muscles to aim the tip of his cock at her opening as he scuffled forward. It was a little awkward for him, physically, due to her small stature. "A-are you ready, dear?" Kyndil whispered into his daughter's ear tuft, tickling her feathers with his hot breath.

She reared back with a devious grin on her beak, eyes narrowed in a sly, needy glance. "I've been ready for months, Father." She whispered, pushing back into him. Almost instantly, she felt his hot, tapered tip pressing against her puffy, juicy lips; this sudden pridding made her hesitate. Her father's member was absolutely massive, just the tip felt like it was too much for her tight hole! With a sudden wave of reservation, she whimpered and whispered to her father, "P-please be gentle, but firm. I know this will h-hurt, but, jussst do it, okay?"

Her father purred gently and nibbled at the base of her ear, nuzzling into her as he flexed his abdominal muscles to rub against her opening. She was so incredibly hot against him, practically steaming her arousal at his member. "I promissse." He muttered into her ear as he slowly and gently - but firmly - bucked his hips forth. Her plump lips parted with ease as his cock tip popped in, and he growled in pleasure.

She gave the slightest of whimpers as she felt the first bit burst into her, pressing out tight against every bit of her walls. The little hen couldn't help but clench her beak shut as her pelvic muscles clamped down tight, trying to push the invading member out. Her claws and talons both clenched into balled fists as she held back the impending screech of pain; her sex was on fire, and he hadn't even slipped shaft or knot into her yet! "Th-thatsss right! Thank you daddy!" She whimpered, mostly to herself to reassure herself that this was going to be an enjoyable next few moments.

Deep down inside she knew that this was about to hurt a lot. She was no fool, she knew all about how things worked in her sex right into the clutch. She knew it'd hurt, that's why she wanted her father to help her; he was a kind spirit who wouldn't dare hurt her more than was needed. Plus, he was a massive drake compared to her.

"You okay?" Kyndil panted into her neck, talons wrapped around her hips and cock tip throbbing inside her. He didn't push any farther just yet, he wanted to be sure she was comfortable before making the full plunge.

"Y-es daddy, please, give it to me. All at once. Get it over with ssso I can be mated like a proper hen!" She gathered her energy to push back onto him, feeling his tip slip deeper into her, half of his shaft sliding through her lips to spread her sex. The friction and heat was immense, but her fluids helped accommodate him just enough that it didn't truly hurt, it was just a little uncomfortable. She gave a grunt and a slight nod to tell him she was fine, even though her beak was held shut and her eyes were squinted in pain. Her passage twitched and clamped down still, but she was loosening up ever so gradually as her father's passionate, slow push parted her walls.

She was so eager to have this that the pain was secondary to the pleasure. It was certainly there and very close to being overpowering, but she managed to focus on the pleasant sensations of having that thick, throbbing member pulsing and tensing inside her every few seconds as the powerful haunches of her father eased it in bit by bit. Her own haunches were tense with anticipation for the knot, but she kept pushing back, rocking into his member to feel it jerking and slipping in as it continued to stretch her virgin hole.

It was actually amazing that she wasn't screaming in pain. A first time was almost always unpleasant for a hen while being incredibly tight and welcoming to an eager drake, but Kyndil was being incredibly compassionate and sensual with his forceful but shallow thrusts.

Yasendra knew she had made the right choice in first mates.

The two continued to grunt and push against each other as the drake's massive member proceeded to push through her sex, parting her puffy lips and drooling a mix of fluids into her depths to ease the penetration. After a few minutes of labored grinding and muscle tensing, the first bulbs of his knot pressed against her lips.

"Ssso this is it, Yas..." Kyndil cooed at his daughter, shifting in position with cock buried in her. He got a strong grip on her hips and waited for her approval to continue.

Her beak was still tensed and her eyes were still squinted shut in discomfort as her breathing intensified. There was no denying that she was incredibly scared for this next step, but she was more eager than she was fearful. After taking in a deep long breathe and relaxing her pussy walls, she closed her eyes and pushed back on it, feeling the throbbing of his length massaging her.

Kyndil took this as permission to carry on, so he dug his claws in and arched his beak in a powerful but shallow thrust. Very little slipped in, as her lips simply spread around the top bulbs of his knot.

She grunted but whimpered up to him. "Again, daddy, pleeeassse!"

He couldn't help but oblige. With his claws still pressed firmly against her hips, he gave another powerful but brisk thrust into her, allowing her lips to part just enough to slide over the first set of bulbs - the thinnest set.

Yasendra yelped out in pain as her walls stretched to their absolute maximum around him. Her pussy was twitching and quivering as she tried her best to not cry at the intense pressure that gave her belly the slightest of bulges. She was fortunate enough to see that he wasn't quite bottomed out inside her. "D-do it, force it in..."

Kyndil gasped at his daughter's tenacity but happily obliged, applying steady pressure on her. He could hear her gentle squeal but pushed forth, feeling her lips slowly stretch out as the bulbs of his knot compressed just thin enough to push through her opening in one powerful lurch.

"AAAH!" Yasendra cried out in pain as the massive knot exploded into her, expanding just inside her puffy lips. Her toes curled and her wings expanded outwards in a sudden jolt, knocking some pictures and knick-knacks off her dresser. She could feel the pressure build, but found it oddly comforting. The only part that seemed particularly tight or otherwise restrictive was the bit at her opening, which was clamped shut around the base of the knot.

"Y-you okay, Yas?" her father cooed over her, nuzzling into her neck, cock throbbing heartily inside her with every rapid heartbeat.

But she was peaceful at the realization of her accommodating pussy canal. Each passing moment, she felt more and more fulfilled as the pain of having a knot forcefully pushed into her dissipated into pleasure. There was a certain warmth filling her up as her father's massive knot swelled inside her, pressing out against her walls, tip at the entrance to her clutch. At least that's what she thought it was. It was a somewhat uncomfortable feeling, but not wholly unpleasant. She took in a series of long, hard breaths as she waited to give her father a proper response.

"Well, are you okay, down there?" He asked again, nudging at her cheek with his beak.

She just moaned and pressed her beak against his, body rumbling with a steady, powerful purr. Her lower half trembled in pleasure as her knees gave out; she'd have fallen to the ground if not for the knot that held her in place and her father's legs holding both of them up.

Kyndil was standing tall over her now, tied together. He had to lower his hips to meet hers, as she was so much shorter than he was. He noticed she was growing weak so he slowly lowered himself to the ground, taking her with him. He offered the slightest of hip thrusts into her as he did so, feeling his throbbing girth lodged firmly inside her. Once she was down on her belly, he rolled over onto his side and covered her with his wing, as was considered polite in gryphon mating rituals.

Yasendra felt the pressure was a bit too much in her nethers with her on her side, both legs pressed together, so she raised one up and held it in position. She cooed and purred as she began to count his heartbeats, nuzzling into her father's neck. "Th-thank you daddy, this is more wonderful than I imagined." The warmth continued to spread up from her womb to her chest, tingling through her form as her muscles continued to idly twitch around the massive knot inside her.

"My dear, I'd do anything for you. Now cuddle in, we have a long tie to enjoy." He preened at the feathers at the back of his daughter's head as he hugged her with a wing, giving another gentle thrust to rock her body.

Content with her position and the warmth inside her, she laid her head down on her talons and tried to sleep on the hard wooden floor of her bedroom. Scent be damned, this was her room and she'd mate whoever she damn well wanted to!

She wanted to apologize for getting him to do this to her, knowing it was uncouth for father and daughter to mate, but she wasn't sorry. She didn't regret it, and there was no promise she wouldn't try again before returning to school in the Autumn.