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"Come, come! We will bathe you." The tall gelding kept his hand firmly wrapped around Hati's paw and pulled her along, tugging so that she was nearly tripping to keep up with him.

The bay horse didn't make any allowances for her short legs, he tugged her along and made her trot to keep up so that she felt a bit like a child. Her ears pinned down flat to her head and she resisted the urge to struggle. Not because she was beaten, but because she could only imagine what it would look like to twist and turn in an attempt to get away from the larger species. She wasn't as strong as she was, and no matter how she felt personally about her size, there was no way she could win a game of tug of war with the servant. It would only lose her another bit of her dignity, not that she had much she could lose at this point. They had robbed her of nearly all of it already.

She had to walk with an awkward waddle, her entire body weighed down by the eggs in her belly, the bumps of them stood out against her skin, only hidden by the thickness of her fur. Sometimes at night she could run her paw over them, feeling the hard orbs shifting and shudder at the idea that she would be forced to give birth to them. She didn't want to consider what it would feel like, or how they would even fit on the way out. They all felt too large, too much for the pomeranian's small body. Though, she had certainly been worked over repeatedly at the whims and desires of the carrun that she was supposed to service. Even the thought made her cringe as the horse pulled her past the kitchen and pushed her out through the open back door.

For a moment, she couldn't move, couldn't think, she stepped out into the dirt, the sky above her and the edges of the garden opened up around her. No bars, no walls, no locked doors, for a single moment she froze, not sure what to do, where she could go. She wanted to bolt, to escape, but even as the thought came to her, the gelding's hand dropped onto her shoulder and pushed her to one side, forcing her away from the tantalizing view of the open jungle and towards the back of the estate and the stables. She could glimpse the bars of Hammish's run near the back, but she wasn't taken towards it, she was taken to the sandstone stable that abutted the back of the house. The servant's grip didn't loosen at all, the thick fingers were almost painful against her, ready to stop her if she tried to bolt.

"Wait.. I'm not bathing out here!" She snapped out and pinned her ears flat to her head, twisting her head up to look at the tall bay horse.

"You will bathe where you are told," The gelding snorted and pushed her where the water pump rested, the ground covered in small cobblestones. "The master has requested you be bathed and prepared for dinner."

"I'm eating with them?" She paused and blinked her eyes a few times. She'd never eaten with the family, or anywhere besides Hamish' run or the kitchen.

The gelding didn't bother with an answer, instead he barked out and a smaller gelding appeared to take her, or rather, take ahold of her collar. The hands gripped the hard edge firmly before there was a clink and something metal attached to the D ring that hung down from her neck. She glared at the smaller gelding angrily at the handling, but the dappled grey horse only looked to one side politely, away from her nudity. They were all like that, none of them ever really looked at her, all the servants were castrated males and none of them would meet her eyes. At first she had assumed it was because they were ashamed for her or offended by her role, but she later learned that they were trained this way. Youngest sons of poor families were routinely castrated and turned out as servants, it made them trustworthy when working around females, and Kephis wouldn't tolerate intact males anywhere near his precious wife.

That almost made her role bearable some days, she wanted no part of their lustful stares when she went down the hall, she already felt that way about the drake that watched her constantly. The way his blue eyes followed her, or how often she noticed that he always seemed to be around when Hammish decided to make a claim on her body. All of it spoke that he looked at her as more than just a bit of property meant to keep his beast in line. He had never done anything about it, never touched her, never even made suggestive comments, but there was always that tension under it all. The last time had been one evening when the guardian had her pinned down, her hips rolled up to the point that she was putting pressure on her tender breasts. She had been horrified and humiliated to see beads of milk forming at the tips of her nipples, and she had heard a rough amused purr. He had been watching his pet fuck her, standing right at the door as if he had nothing better to do except to enjoy the show.

As if he's just waiting for me to break far enough.. She shivered slightly and swallowed, the fear rising up in the back of her throat.

She was barely given a warning before the chain was shortened and she was drawn up tight to the water pump. She felt so awkward with her gravid body, she could barely hold herself up as they pushed her forward and made her grip the pump with her paws. The first bucket of water was dumped over her, cold enough to make her yelp out in protest as the rivulets spilled down along her shoulders and chest. She tried to wriggle away, but the other gelding held her collar firmly as the water was dumped over her and flattened her thick puffy fur down against her body. In the heat of the day the chill would have been welcome save for the fact she was being treated like another bit of livestock, the servants didn't even apologize or tell her what was going on as another bucket was tossed on her.

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"Not bad, Kephis, though surely you could have done a bit better." Anar's voice was filled with amusement, enough amusement that Kephis nearly bristled.

The vibrant blue gryphon stood at the window that overlooked the stables, his eyes were watching the pair of geldings below that were washing his slave. He didn't get up to join his companion, instead he relaxed at his desk and leaned back in the chair so that he could take in Anar's reactions. So far, the drake seemed little impressed with this bygone country, he watched everything politely, his red eyes barely flickering with interest no matter what he was being shown at the time. He seemed to simply accept it and move on with a cold boredom that bespoke of his long stint in the Imperial Courts. He lacked all mannerisms of his family and clan, he behaved more like a dragon than anything else. As if he were a born Drakken, not simply an ally.

He had even dyed his feathers and fur to match the Imperial colors, the rich blue tinged with black, save for his throat and chest that turned into a snowy white. His bold markings made him stand out to anyone who even so much as glanced at him, only his eyes and beak remained his natural color. Though, the goshawk red made him only look strangely demonic without the standard colors that should have been there. His dark beak was edged with silver that had been carefully molded along the very tip to give it a more elegant appearance. He stood with his wings cast back and held at an angle, deliberately trying to mimic the way a dragon would hold his wings, but it lacked the natural flow that a dragon would possess. He was a pretender, a puppet, a carefully sculpted creature that was only allowed to exist because he served the throne.

And one I cannot afford to offend... Kephis growled under his breath, stifling it as the gryphon tilted his head to give him a look. Damned diplomats.

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"I though it wiser to give him a creature that was easily dominated and not one of the locals." Kephis leaned his arm over the back of the chair, rocking backwards just a tough. "You have to admit, they are possessive about their females, no matter what form they take."

"True, but one of the dogs?" The gryphon clicked his beak together a few times. "Canidia has been a useful ally these past few years, it would be unwise to keep one of them as slaves."

Anar worked with allies and conquered countries, he had a knack for understanding how the classes were put together and why. He knew how to curb them, how to hold them back, and how to allow them to flourish, and when it was time to do each. He had been instrumental in the last war they had gone into with the dogs of the North, not because he knew battle and could direct the troops, but because he had a knack for understand culture. He had been the one to understand the pack dynamics and where to hit them, and he had been the one to organize the treaties and peace talks. The Imperial Court feared, and loved him, for it, but Kephis only felt a seething anger that the creature had dared come to his estate uninvited.

"She'll be freed." Kephis snapped his tail a touch. "And paid well for her services. She's a food soldier, hardly nobility that they would go to war over, not after we defeated them so badly the last uprising."

"No, they wouldn't, but you should still tread carefully." Anar stepped back, his long soft tail curling back and forth delicately as he moved back towards the desk. "Still, she is comely enough, for a carrun at least."

"Yes, you understand how they are...." Kephis stood up slowly, letting his wings snug tight to his back in contrast with the other male. "They can be quite... temperamental when they aren't given relief. Of course... I have heard that you have first hand knowledge of that?"

Anar's head jerked around and the bright red eyes narrowed down to slits. "It would be valuable if you could have such keen knowledge when applied to the lands you are trying to rule as you did gossip and rumor mongering." The gryphon's voice was silky, but there was a hard threat beneath it.

Kephis inclined his head, not allowing himself to grin, he knew he had hit a nerve with the little barb there. It was common rumor and gossip that Anar's daughter had been the victim of their guardian, there was even rumor that she was being sequestered within their estate and her stomach was starting to swell. Nothing delighted him more than to know that the gryphon was being knocked down a peg. Any dragon worth his salt understood that their guardian's were precious creatures with unique needs, and they knew how to protect their females. That a virgin hen had been raped by the creature spoke of bad handling on behalf of the owner.

"I believe you were going to look over the books." He tapped a gold claw on the stack of papers he had brought onto the desk. Anar gave him a long look, suspicious, ready to be offended.

"Yes.. I was.." He moved to the desk, not even asking permission as he took control of the comfortable chair without even so much as asking permission.

It had been four days of hell, four days of being forced to watch this gryphon pour over every detail of his accounts on how he handled his estate and the town. Four days and Kephis was ready to snap. The locals had begun to have small riots, not in his town, but in others and now he was being forced to endure and host the diplomat to try and stop such matters from occurring within his province. Tomorrow he would leave, his suggestions would be left and a future date set up for the gryphon to return to ensure that all instructions were being followed. It was more than the dragon could bear, but he wasn't going to do it gracefully, or quietly.

Let him hunt the books, tonight I will give him a show that will place me firmly in control again... His lips twitched up with pleasure at his plan.

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The sight of her body in the mirror stilled Hati, she stared at her own reflection and could barely believe that she was the creature looking back. Her entire body had changed, and not just due to her pregnancy and the eggs. Her fur was glittering with silver that had been worked in, leaving it touched nearly white at the tips so that she looked as if she were covered in frost. Trimmers had been taken to the thick fur along her breasts where the heavy coat should have been used to protect her, now it was trimmed away neatly to reveal the full swell of her milk laden breasts. Her dark black nipples stood out plainly, there was no hiding them, the silver powder had been lightly brushed over them as well. Her loins had been similarly brushed and worked over, trimmed to reveal her nudity proudly. She was being adorned like a concubine by a pair of geldings that didn't seem to care what she thought of the mater or her protests.

Bells had been added to her collar, little delicate ones that chimed lightly every time she moved, right along with the bells that had been worked into her tail with ribbons. Every slight movement was followed with the sound of music that tingled and chimed brightly. Scent had been worked onto her as well, not her own scent either, it was a strangely soft sweet scent that made her crinkle her nose backwards. She didn't understand what it was meant for, it certainly wasn't a type of perfume, but they hadn't answered her when she asked. All of her claws had even been dipped in silver, filed and made to look like pieces of art. It was more pains taken with her appearance than she'd ever had done before, and it terrified her.

_He wants me... He's dressing me up so he can make me his whore. _ The thought made Hati's stomach turn in disgust as one of the geldings shifted her collar just so.

"Perfect." He announced, almost sounding pleased. "You will come with me to the dining hall."

"I don't want to." She pinned her ears back against her head, her stomach tightening as she took a step backwards.

"You are commanded." The bay didn't sound as if he were arguing, he spoke simply as if it were fact that couldn't be argued with.

"I don't-" She started to speak, when the horse reached out and caught her collar, clipping something to the ring faster than she could stop it.

"You are commanded, silence is best." His eyes almost showed pity as he pulled his hand away and a silver leash spilled form his fingers until he was left gripping the end. "Come."

Hati jerked backwards, but the moment she did the larger creature gave a harder pull and twisted slightly, dragging her forward so she stumbled. The other gelding moved behind her, one of his arms slipped out to link with her own, the hold firm and unyielding as she was forced to step forward another few steps. She splayed her ears to either side, her escorts moving her despite her protests, making her heart begin to hammer harder against her throat. She didn't know what was planned with her, but no good would come of it, no good ever came from this place.

She was led to the main dining room, the one that Kephis never used. He preferred to eat quietly in his office or with his wife in a smaller room that allowed for intimacy. She had only been in the dining hall once, when she had taken a wrong turn and been summarily chased out by the servants and Hammish who had not taken the intrusion lightly. She didn't understand why, at the time it had been empty, not even a table had been set out. This time, she was escorted and as the doors were open she found the lights were all blazing and the entire place was alive with the rush of music and male laughter that boomed out and made her freeze in place.

Kephis sat at the head of a large oak table that gleamed gold in the light, it matched his scales perfectly so that he looked like a piece of artwork posted in his large chair. Directly beside him was a royal blue gryphon, the heavy feathers were roused up along his head, fading towards bright white along his throat as his head turned towards her to reveal blood red eyes. There were lesser creatures lower down the tables, natives mostly, nervous looking and furtive as they glanced towards the opened door and Hati swallowed as she was pushed forward. The table was shaped like a massive horse shoe with the open area in the middle filled with soft silk pillows that were well stuffed.

"Ahhh our entertainment has arrived." Kephis' eyes lingered on her as he picked up a glass and leaned backwards.

"Your guardian's pet?" The gryphon let out a short laugh. "Are you going to have her dance for us? Surely you could pick one with less of a stomach on her."

Hati's cheeks burned in humiliation, her back stiffened with outrage as the geldings pushed her into the room. Her paws skidded along the ground as she was escorted into the middle of the table, right towards the silk pillows. She could feel their eyes on her nude body, the gryphon's eyes rested right on her stomach as his silver edged beak parted in amusement.

"Surely, Anar, you aren't suggesting that I would do something so common as having her dance for you." Kephis let out a short laugh and shook his head. "Drop her, you may go."

"Sir..." The gelding bobbed his head as Hati nearly stumbled into the middle of the circle and froze, her eyes wide and breathing coming in short pants.

"Hammish!" Kephis snapped out the next word and there was a lazy groan from beside the table, the blocky head lifted up and the beast yawned, his long red tongue flicked out while the dog swallowed and took a step back. "Now, girl, do you truly think you're going to run?"

"I am not your entertainment." She growled low in her throat, her eyes following the carrun as the heavy beast heaved himself up onto his paws and the bright eyes focused on her.

I could run, but he'd chase me.. Her blood ran cold, she could vividly remember the times she tried to run from him and the beast went from almost playfully aroused to violent. He hadn't tolerated 'his' female to behave in such a manner.

"You are a slave." Kephis almost purred the words out. "And you want those eggs out of you, do you not? Or will you hold onto them until your body can take no more, and you are sick and worn?"

Hati froze, barely hearing the sound of the clawed paws on the groun, the sense of movement as the carrun began to pad around the table. The dragon tilted his head, he didn't look at her, but Anar, his lips pulled back in a slow smile for the gryphon.

"Poor girl isn't a carrun you see, she's not really meant to lay eggs." He drawled out, the rich sound of his purr rose in the air. "She'll carry them all the way to her grave if she's left alone."

"Do tell." The gryphon ground his beak, his amused features shifting to anger as he glared at the drake.

"Of course, in the wild carrun females can easily birth their eggs, but the males do like to help." The drake turned his eyes back towards her. "To make sure they are eggs that belong to him, if they're not, well, he's all too happy for the meal."

"What are you saying?" She snapped out and then yelped as a nose bumped against her and she felt a blast of heat along the edge of her hip, running out to curl along her sides.

"I'm saying, he's going to take the eggs out of you." Kephis' eyes brightened as he leaned forward. "That is what you want isn't it? To no longer be carrying his clutch?"

"Y-yes..." She stammered and felt the large beast looming against her, his scales rippling in the light while he spread his jaws open and seemed to huff at the air against her hip greedily.

"Exactly... And if you wish to no longer bear his clutch, than you will have to allow him to remove the eggs." The drake was almost oozing satisfaction as he spoke, it made her bristle, but the drake suddenly hit his head hard against her side and made her stumble. "And it should be.. enlightening for my guest to see it done. Your scent, after all, is telling him that you're ready."

"For which I can only thank you.." Anar snarled out, the gryphon's crest was roused all the way up and his eyes flashed in rage, the words dripping with his scorn.

That was all Hati saw before Hammish swung out one paw and caught her on the legs and suddenly she was tumbled towards the ground by the large beast. His lips were wrinkled back and when she tried to surge back up, his paw pushed down against her hip and the claws clamped down. The low growl bubbled upwards, vibrating the air as he leaned down and gave a short snuff right against the curve of her hip. The rush of hot air teased against her as she tried to wriggle away, only to have the claws curl down and drag her backwards along the pillows. She didn't want to do this, not in public, the heat rushed to her face as the large draconic head loomed above her, snuffling right along the gleam of fine oil that had been worked along her fur.

That scent, not perfume, it wasn't perfume at all, he was drawn to it and ran his muzzle right over the gravid swell of her belly. He brushed this way and that, slowly working in a circle as he loomed above her, a low rumble vibrating deep in his throat. His muzzle swung upwards and suddenly pushed roughly right against one of her tender breasts. As he pushed against it she let out a breathy whimper, the skin was drawn tight and feverishly warm and sensitive feeling and his hard scales scraped over the newly trimmed fur and pushed towards her nipple. She reached up and tried to push his head away, but his snarl forced her hands down as he pushed hard enough that the pressure built up and a hot dribble of milk escape. Her ears burned hot red, humiliated and horrified as the large dark tongue flicked out and rasped right along her nipple.

It gathered up the milk on the tongue tip, pushing right along the tip of her nipple so she hissed out and squirmed as it pushed more milk from the over full breasts. It only lasted a moment before he drew his tongue in with a snap and jerked his head up, rolling the taste around. His strange eyes focused on her briefly, like a dog trying to puzzle something out, but the glance was a fleeting one. His dark tongue worked out again, licking his jaws before pushing downwards, running over her gravid stomach. The silence on the hall made it all worse, she could almost feel their eyes fixated on her and the situation, watching her, not helping, just watching the show.

The carrun's head pushed down and she jerked away, she wasn't going to do this, she'd find some other way, she had some pride left. She rolled, twisting her heavy body as best she could and pushed a foot paw out to hit roughly against Hammish as she tried to get onto all fours. The expected snarl came and she did a lunge forward, scrabbling a few inches when jaws closed down around her short belled tail. It was a first, she felt the teeth clamping down roughly and she was suddenly hauled up into the air yelping as pain erupted along the small of her back. Her eyes flashed open wide, find Kephis leaning forward, avidly watching the show as she was hauled upwards and dragged back onto the pillows.

When she was dropped a paw reached out and pushed roughly against her shoulders, the sharp claws curled downwards and nearly dug into the muscles of her back, making her whimper out and go still. It didn't matter to the beast, as soon as he had her pinned his large muzzle pushed down and suddenly slipped between her thighs. The harsh scraping tongue pushed out and shoved right up against her spade shaped sex, the slimy push of it ran outwards and curled along the edges making her squirm in place. Her ears went down flat to her head as he worked his tongue up and down, scraping along the sensitive muscles as she tried to pull her hips away. She couldn't even drop them, not with her stomach as swollen as it was.

The drake's tongue pushed forward roughly, prying and forcing her folds open as the slippery wet appendage began to curl inwards. She clamped her jaws shut and let out a breathy whimper, her body shuddering as she felt the curling tip working it's way into her passage. The texture of it rasped along her and made her walls clamp down as the drake let out a hot puffing breath right along her folds. She could feel his spread jaws pushing in closer as the length of his tongue began to push in deeper, harder, wedging past the way her muscles tried to contract and stop him. Hati kept her eyes squeezed shut, she didn't want to see them watching her, she didn't want to have any part of this sick show.

The drake's tongue suddenly slammed forward, it was a hard pressure that forced the tip in deep enough that she felt the thickest point splaying her folds open. His slimy saliva coated her inner walls, smeared along her spade while there was a sudden feel of pressure pushing roughly against the barrier of her cervix. Her stomach cramped in protest and she tried to lean forward, but the claws hooked against her shoulders and pulled her backwards. The tongue tip swirled in circles, the strange sensation making her fur stand on end as he began to tap strangely against her. She felt the oral appendage flicking out, hitting and pushing, trying to wriggle forward. She let out a breathy whimper, her jaws spreading open wide before the tongue slipped and pushed right against the narrow sealed opening of her cervix.

She let out a high pitched yelp, her head jerking upwards and she struggled forward, but the snarl vibrated up along the tongue and suddenly it began to wedge and shove forward. For the first time, she truly felt the muscles power of the beasts tongue, not just as something that licked her, but as a jerking push forward. It was a bruising shove and the tip suddenly pushed downward and rolled. It was such a strange motion that she went still, trembling in place, her eyes opening up wide and panicked to see the gryphon watching with a sick expression on his face, but Kephis was leaning forward with a grin.

"Do you feel that, dog? Carrun have such amazing tongues, don't they? Though, the spine can deliver venom, you, his fortunate favorite, will only be given release." The drake was purring, his voice almost breathy and Hati managed a whimper before it turned into a near shriek.

Something stabbed at the narrow opening of her cervix, there was a burst of pressure and pain that had her jaws spreading open wide and her tongue curling upwards. The thing, the spine, forced her to spread open and ripped through the plug that had held the eggs sealed inside of her. Her inner muscles contracted down roughly, squeezing around each other uselessly as her breathing came out in ragged bursts while the spine pulled backwards slowly, tugging along the fleshy ring and pulling outwards. She trembled in place, her eyes squeezing shut as she let out a ragged noise under her breath, almost relief, but his tongue only pulled the spine back, it didn't pull out entirely.

The tongue tip surged forward and this time she felt the jaws cupping her loins, the teeth slipped right up along the curve of her ass and gripped down as the tongue pushed into the vulnerable womb. Her entire body convulsed, her stomach cramping down in protest as she felt the thickness yawning open her cervix in a way that it had never been meant to be abused. The muscles protested the intrusion, they clamped and squeezed, contracted and pushed as the tongue slipped into the mound of eggs that he'd pushed into her. The small dog nearly bit her tongue as she felt the orbs being moved about, shifted and stirred with the movements of the tongue, they were rolled back and forth as the tip curled around one, dragging and pulling it.

"STOP!" Hati yelped out raggedly, her eyes flashing wildly as the powerful tongue pulled and dragged the egg towards her unprepared cervix.

"Ahh, but this is the only way to have them." Kephis sounded so calm, so amused, she wanted to kill him. She snarled up at him, her lips curling all the way back before the snarl turned into a cry.

The egg jammed right against her cervix, her body not prepared for this, she hadn't slowly began to dilate in preparation for birth, it was still snug and tight and Hammish pulled his head back roughly. The round edge of the egg nestled against the opening, starting to put pressure on the narrow opening. She let out a higher pitched sound, her body went tense as the beast pulled harder, drawing his muzzle away from her haunches and forcing the pressure to grow worse. Her walls began to spread open, splaying wider and wider, burning and aching in protest. Ever so slowly, the narrow tube wrapped around the top of the egg, spreading wider to clamp down around it as her body tried its best to stop something she was not prepared for.

The tongue was an added bit of girth, where it wrapped around she was forced to spread around just that much wider as her breathing came out in short high pitched wheezes. She dug her claws down into the pillows, she could hear them tearing as the carrun let out a low rumble, the sound vibrating out and trailing through her so her walls convulsed down and squeezed. The contraction worked through her as the egg steadily was dragged through her unprepared passage, forcing what should have come naturally, brutally straining her body as she let out short weak noises. Her ears pinned down flat to her head as the creature gave another tug and widest point of the egg being pulled through.

Her body trembled, parts of it trying to stop what was happening, but on a base level it was as if some part of her was triggered, or gave up. Her muscles contracted down and pushed around the egg, trying to force it out of the channel along with the egg. The hot drooling saliva spilled along her folds messily, she could feel it matting her fur, and her own wetness was starting to form in a vain attempt to protect her body. Her muscles convulsed and contracted, squeezing down and she strained around the egg, her teeth gritting together as she tried to push it out.

She heard movement around her, the rustling noise of many people watching, gaping at her, seeing what her body was doing, but she couldn't devote her attention to them, her attention was captured and by the monumental effort of pushing the egg out. It slipped free of her cervix, finally, but it was a relief that was so brief as the carrun began to drag and pull it out too fast. Her walls weren't given a chance to prepare, she was splayed open and her back arched upwards, forcing the claws on her back to dig in harder. Her muscles burned in protest, nearly tearing as she pushed around the orb, squeezing and trying to just be free of the throbbing ache burning through her, making it too hard to breathe, too hard to think, her world was narrowed down to the egg. She no longer cared who saw, as long as it all came to an end.

She felt the smooth shell dragging right along the sensitive nub of her g-spot and her lips began to spread apart, forced open wider as the shell peeked between the dark puffy flesh. She let out a short whimper, her eyes flashing open wildly as the slow pull forced her body to stretch and splay, her cunny growing puffy as her passage protested being opened up so wide. Her last cry came out strangled, short and harsh, her back arching and shuddering as the egg was pulled free with an obscene wet sound, her entire body jerking in reaction. Her aching abused passage tried to close itself, not even able to partially recover as she sagged down against the pillows trembling, her eyes squeezed shut.

Applause, she heard applause, Hati managed to pry open an eye and saw the dragon clapping slowly, that damned smile still etched on his face as he leaned forward. She wanted to snarl, to say something, anything, but all she felt was humiliated, defeated and horrified by what had just been done to her. She turned her head away, ears burning, the heat pounding in her face, but her defeat was soon blocked out as the heat of a tongue pushed forward and began to carefully push and nudge between her folds again. The drake's snarl didn't stop her from struggling as he began to work his tongue back through her aching muscles.

The small dog let out a breathy whimper as she felt her abused muscles being stroked over, but it wasn't a whimper of pain. After the burning ache of the egg being pulled through her, the tongue rubbing over her muscles was almost a relief that made her let out a breathy sound under her throat. Her eyes squeezed shut all the way until she felt the tongue tip nudging and curling right against the sore opening of her cervix. There was no time to brace herself, no time to prepare, all she could do was dig her claws against the pillow as the tongue jammed back through an opening that was never meant to be penetrated in that manner. The only thing on her mind... how many eggs were there within her? How many more could he possibly pull out?

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The last egg was dragged free form the shuddering Pomeranian with a lewd noise that could be heard all across the room, no one could ignore it, the wet sound of her own slick wetness clinging to the mottled shell before it was dropped on the pillows. Hammish's muzzle was coated with the stuff, his tongue working to lick it off while Kephis watched the girl barely moving, her head tilted to one side and the delicate muzzle parted to show the dark pink tongue lolling out. She didn't even try to hide herself, not even with her legs still splayed open and her poor abused cunny shown to the entire room at large. Perhaps she was above such worries, but it made him painfully aware of his own body's reactions to her.

He had no real interest in dogs, or any mammal creature, they were alright looking, but not to his tastes, but there was something about the small spiteful creature that made him want to break her. Hammish tried, he kept her in line, she was being well paid, but he wondered just what it would be like to be the one above her. To force her body to react to him, to make her pleasure him as she did his pet. He could never expect his wife to behave in such a manner, she was too well bred, too genteel, she would have left him if he ever suggested it.

"A unique show." Anar's voice was edged with venom that drew Kephis' eyes away from his slave and his lips parted in a slow smile.

_So he didn't miss the point. _ The dragon almost purred with pleasure, he wanted to put the gryphon off guard, he wanted to see the beast nearly squirming in discomfort as he was confronted with what his daughter would go through.

"I am glad you appreciate it." He inclined his head ever so slightly, keeping his voice civil and polite. "I hope that it will linger in your mind for many days to come."

"It will." The gryphon's feathers were flattened, his eyes blazing with fury, but still he spoke the polite words that made him a diplomat. "As this is my last night here, I would ask you to honor what custom dictates."

"And that would be?" Kephis straightened up, trying to ignore the fact his length was uncomfortably pinned against his belly. He didn't want to mince words with the envoy, he wanted to see about slaking his passions.

"I desire company." Anar parted his beak, almost smiling, but it was a poisonous expression when mixed with his enraged eyes. "I desire you to provide me with companionship for the night."

"You are a married drake." Kephis pointed out, his lip twitching in a half smile. "It would be against our laws to help you break your marriage vows. Perhaps I might see to some fine oil and a gelding to massage you before bed."

"Ahh.." The gryphon's beak clicked together delicately, their version of a small laugh. "I had thought that you would have kept abreast of the most up to date gossip."

"And what is that?" The dragon pulled his attention more firmly on his guest, the angered eyes shifted, almost showing amusement.

"My wife has left me after the... incident with our daughter." He spoke as if it didn't matter, as if he wasn't handing a dagger that could be used against him. "Of course, that means I am within my rights to have company while under your roof."

"Do tell." Kephis stiffened as the gryphon turned his eyes towards the exhausted dog resting on the pillows.

"She will do, she seems more than accommodating for size." Anar's words were almost a croon. "It is within my rights to have a slave for my pleasure, after all. And you would not wish to violate custom, it would be seen quite... badly."

"She belongs to Hamish." Kephis couldn't help the edge of a growl to his throat, it was enough that the carrun lifted his muzzle and let out a rumble of his own.

"The beast will be guarding your estate this evening, not enjoying the toy. She is free for use." Anar flicked his ear tufts up. "Or do you deny me?"

If I deny him he'll mark it down that I am allowing myself to be swayed by my position in a foreign land. Damn him.. Kephis tried to keep his features smooth, but the idea of the gryphon having what he himself wanted this evening goaded him.

"Very well." He growled out the words low in his throat, almost spitting them at the gryphon who stood up, his long soft tail twitching playfully.

"I thought you would see reason." He tilted his beak towards the girl, her head was up and her eyes wide and fearful. "Remember Kephis, do not play games with me. I have played them long enough to know when my opponent values something... and how to take it from them."