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There was a raucous commotion at the massive, wooden spike-built gates, just outside of the wall that separated the gryphon and feline village from the uncompromising jungle that surrounded them. Many of the gryphons were poking heads out of their huts and tree homes, looking up from the work they were doing, be it smithing or shilling goods in the marketplace. There was someone at the gates trying to get in, and they were angry.

"You'd better let me in!" A rage filled, female voice roared from beyond the gate. Nobody dared respond to her until their chief Storm addressed the issue. "I'm warning you, let me in or I'll let myself in! Don't think I can't!" She continued slamming her fists on the massive, spiked logs that made up the massive, swinging gate.

The crowd of curious and concerned onlookers began chattering amongst themselves, hushed tones of worry highlighting their words. "What's going on?" One gryphon inquired.

"I don't know, but Storm better come out and deal with it." Another replied.

Impatient, the angry outsider kept slamming her fists against the gate, once so hard that a few splinters exploded from the hinges, cracks forming in the logs.

Just then, as the resounding crack echoed through the walkways of the village, Storm finally poked his head out from his home, built high in the tallest tree in the middle of the town square. He was the chief, after all. "What's the meaning of this?!" He bellowed to his subjects, but more specifically the raging female that was pounding on his front gate.

Hopping off his perch, he spread his wings to float down to the ground, where he quickly unhinged the dead bolt on the gate.

As soon as the figure outside heard the familiar clink of metal chain indicating the lock had been unhinged, she put all her weight into kicking the door open.

Storm hopped back, fluttering a few meters back to avoid the swinging gate; when he landed he froze, recognizing the figure that was standing in front of him. She was a black and white striped gryphon a full head shorter than he, but that didn't detract from her intensity. Her blue eyes were practically glowing with anger and her chest was puffed out to its maximum. Even her wings were spread at such an angle to make her look huge without it looking clear that she was mostly using her wings for intimidation. Her front talons were balled into fists; noticing this was the only thing that kept Storm completely alert to what happened next.

She dashed forward, aiming to tackle the larger, male chieftain with fists ready to catch him in the beak.

Expecting such an outburst, he was able to grab her wrists and flip her over, but she flipped in midair and landed on her feet, tail held out for balance.

"You, Chief Storm, owe me!" she hissed at him, eyes narrowed and body hunched, ready to lunge again. Every feather on her was vibrating with rage.

Storm didn't need the onlookers to get any more of a show of anything that would make him look weak, so he calmly stepped forward, hands extended, palms facing the female. "No need to fight over it, can we discuss this alone in my personal quarters?" He offered, still a little worried his tone wasn't gentle or calming enough. He knew who she was, and what she could do if she wasn't satisfied with what he had to say.

The female gryphon slowly straightened her posture and relaxed her form. Her feathers condensed on her body and she regained her usual, lithe form. "I would be happy to discuss matters in private, Storm." She spun around and spread her wings, jumping into the sky to meet the Chief in his living quarters.

As Storm stood in the middle of his tribe, his many citizens stared at him, confused and curious.

"What just happened, master storm?" a house wife asked.

"It's complicated." Storm responded with dismissive wave before taking to the skies to meet the gryphoness in his treetop home. As he landed on the perch that surrounded the building, he took a quick look down at the people in the pathways below, who were all slowly returning to their daily grind, making food, crafting weapons, and dealing with children, feline servents in tow.

There was certainly a feeling of dread within the gryphon leader as he pushed forth into his home through a swinging door. As he got inside he saw The gryphoness splayed out on his favorite royal purple resting cushion.

"What do you want, Ceylon?" He asked. "I paid my debt, there's no reason for you to cause a ruckus in my village, scaring the people and damaging our defenses just to prove a point." He paced a little, keeping one eye on her at all times. "So tell me, what point is it you're trying to prove?"

Ceylon took a long look at her talons, flicking an ear in an act of disdain. "No point, I just want you to know that I own you."

Storm stopped pacing. "Own me? I agreed to no such thing, and how dare you come into my home to declare such a thing." He stomped his foot and floofed his feathers, voice elevating into a high pitched screech of anger at the end.

His emotions did nothing to phase the female, who remained disinterested in his outburst. "Dare I? Well, I dare to do nothing; you know as well as anyone that this land is mine, and I do what I want. And what I want is your cooperation. I have a bit of a request, nay, demand for you."

"And what if I chose not to comply, my goddess?" Storm sneered.

Ceylon rolled to her feet and looked up at the larger gryphon. "Oh, I think you know I have my methods for getting what I want. Really no point in resisting." She pressed a single claw on his chest, digging it in past the feathers to puncture his flesh, if only a little. A single drop of blood trickled out from the hole.

He grabbed her wrist and pushed her away. "Well? Either tell me what you want or you can leave. I don't want to have to get physical with you."

Ceylon frowned, the corners of her beak curving down as her eyes dulled. "Aw, you don't want to get physical with me? What a true shame, since that's what I came here for." She leaned back into him, rising to her tiptoes as she pressed her palms against the larger gryphon's chest.

"Excuse me?" He retorted, grabbing her arms and holding her away from his body. "And what in the world makes you think for even a second I'd be interested in getting physical with someone who threatened me? I can't say I'm in the mood for such...physicalities." He looked up and down her lithe, admittedly alluring body.

She took a step back and gave a wink before narrowing her eyes. "Oh Storm, your lovemaking is the stuff of legends, you're a notorious leader not just in office but in bed. I was really hoping I could coerce you into a hate-fuck, but it would appear your will is stronger than your cock." She lowered her gaze to his loin cloth, which covered his fully flaccid sheathe. Her tail snaked around her body to lift the front flap up so she could get a look.

Annoyed, Storm batted the tail away before it could expose him. "I am not fond of anyone coming here to try and manipulate me into such indignities. There's nothing you can say or do to make me your subservient drake, understand me?" He briskly walked round her and rested his hand on her back, urging her towards his door, but found she wouldn't budge despite him being the bigger gryphon.

She dug her hind paw into the wooden planks of floor, spun around and deflected his hand from her back, and let his momentum carry him right up into her arms. She raised a talon to his lower beak and roughly forced his gaze to fall into hers. "I don't think you have a say in the matter, Storm." she hissed, tongue sliding from her beak as she grinned.

He tried to pull himself away, but as soon as their eyes locked, he found his body weakening, his resolve diminishing. His anger quickly drained from him; what was once preparing to fill up his every fiber of being was now just gone. As his vision grew unfocused, deepening into her crystal blue eyes, he felt himself growing complacent, almost absentminded.

In his weakness, Storm felt his legs give way. Ceylon caught him and gently placed him on the massive resting cushion that filled a quarter of the room. She stared down at him with a devious grin across her beak, watching with delight as his eyes scanned the room idly, never focusing on anything. She had him in her spell, and he wouldn't escape it until she was good and done with him.

With a set of claps, she caught his attention. "Up up, Storm! I believe it is time for you to make with your promise to please me. You owe me one, and it's time for you to pay up."

He blinked and held his head. "Hhnph?"

"Don't dawdle, dear, it's about time you fulfilled your end of the bargain!" She stepped over him, spreading her legs over his shoulders as she looked down. To her view, the crest of Storm's beak and the top of his head looked to be resting just above her mound. She reached down with one claw and spread her lips, clenching her pelvic muscles down to squeeze a few drops of her nectar onto his beaktip.

He was taken aback at first, still completely dumbfounded at his position, mental state, and inexplicable lack of anger, but the scent of hen emanating from the drops on his beak quickly trailed from the splotches right into his nostrils, and the desire to act like the drake he was quickly overcame him.

She watched with delight as his expression went from confused and distressed to one of lust. She couldn't help but grin as he wrapped his powerful hands around her thighs and used them to lift his head up, giving her tender lips a long, loving lick, rubbing his top beak between her folds to smear it with more of her fluids.

"Good, good boy, Storm." She cooed, slowly leaning forward onto one knee, driving him onto his back on the cushion. Her other knee followed so that his head was lying flat, and her thighs were on either side of him, her slit just a mere couple inches above his beaktip. "Now, get to work, you have a lot of pleasure to give, today."

"Yesssss, My dear Ceylon." He concurred, gaping his beak open to dart his tongue up into her. The scatterbrained drake couldn't help but drag the tip of his tongue through her slit, starting deep inside her before finishing right at her juicy, acute clit, rotating the tip around it and trailing off it with a stream of saliva and feminine lubrication, which he happily swallowed up.

"You really are a good drake, aren't you Storm? I will be sure to reward you..." she trailed off as she splayed her legs out, lowering her slit onto his beak, rubbing back and forth to pleasure herself without his help. She let out a gentle whimper with each shallow buck, her body descending a little lower every time she pushed down on him. She was happy to see he wasn't trying to move away or resist. Instead, he was actually craning his neck forward to rub on her a bit more vigorously than she'd initially expected!

"Oh!" she chirped as she felt the somewhat rounded tip of his beak pushing its way into her, spreading her lips apart and expanding her depths just enough to let her push down and grind on the ridge on the top of his beak. His tongue was pressed firm against the roof of his beak, held tight by the walls that pulsated and throbbed around him. He couldn't quite get his lower beak in, so he kept his maw agape, letting the pointed tip of his lower half prod at her cute little pucker.

Ceylon felt her nethers explode with pleasure. The early climax clamped her walls so tight it forced her body off the drake's beak, flesh folding out as she squirted a little on his face. Exhasusted, she toppled over her partner, panting and drooling on the royal colored bedding. As she panted and let out little moans of pleasure, she felt Storm stirring underneath her.

"W-what's going on?" he mumbled under his breath, voice barely audible as he talked into her belly.

Instantly realizing her spell had, in her climax, temporarily wore off, she crawled backwards and grabbed his fluid-slickened beak, staring him right in the eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but he jerked his head away from her, the lubrication freeing him from her grasp.

"Get off me!" He growled as his hips bucked, trying to force the small gyphoness off his waist. It was no use. As soon as she realized he was regaining alertness, she had wrapped her legs around his waist, unwilling to let go.

"Now now, dear, you were having fun a second ago!" She grabbed at his beak with both hands, clamping his mouth shut and stared directly into his eyes; past his eyes, right into his soul.

Immediately, his flailings and struggling calmed to a gentle twist of his torso; a second later even that stopped. "Get off...me? No, just, get off." He mumbled as his eyes clouded over.

"Much better, now I think you owe me, darling." Ceylon cautiously and slowly released his beak and sat up straight on his hips. She pressed her crotch down against his, rubbing her moist slit against the opening of his sheathe just enough to tease him into poking his tip out to prod at her lips. "Very good, very..." she stopped mid-sentence to push back, her rump cheeks sliding his furred sheathe down off his member, exposing his shaft. She reached down to give it a rub, and as she did she caught a glimpse of it, noticing it was almost the same shade of purple the bedding they were laying on.

This revelation coerced a grin across her beak. "I see now why you were so intent on using this color fabric for your bedding, it'll help your prospective mates remember you better!"

Storm didn't answer her, but he did reach down to her hips, grabbing them tight before swinging her onto her back, slamming her down into the down filled cushion. He placed himself over top of her, massive frame dwarfing her beneath him.

"Oh!" she chirped as she was tossed to her back, "Now that's a dominant drake I want to use!" there were feathers from the two of them swaying in the still air of the hut, slowly descending to the ground around them.

Storm repositioned himself with knees on the bedding beneath her, lifting her leg up over his hip as he positioned himself with cock pressing gently against her slit. He looked up and down her body, taking in her form, sampling her gentle curves until his gaze crept over her beak, matching hers. Another few seconds of the two just staring into one another's eyes strengthened the spell and pushed his desire to please her. Storm knew the best way to please a lady. Deep down inside, he knew precisely how to fulfil her desires.

She reached up to caress his cheek, urging him to keep his gaze trained on her deep blue eyes as he leaned forward, forcing his tapered, royal shaft to slide into her. It wasn't easy - she was quite tight for his girth and it didn't help that she was flexing her muscles - but she was able to spread her lips and relax just enough to let his shaft slip into her with one, abrupt lurch.

Storm remained silent, but Ceylon let out an extended gasp as she arched her back, tail flailing wildly between the drake's thighs as she tensed up her pelvic muscles. The constriction of his member almost forced him out, but his weight and gentle thrusting kept him inside, letting her muscles massage his length from tip to the top of his knot. Despite his complacent demeanour, he found himself nearing climax, so like the gentleman he was, he slowly pulled himself out, her muscle contractions helping to push him out with a squish and a spurt of her own cum.

She was grasping roughly against his chest feathers, toes curling and tail flicking in pleasure as her wings slowly splayed out beneath her. "Th-that's a ... cock!" She stuttered, licking at her beak. "Give it all to me!"As she let out a needy, muted screech, she wrapped her legs around his lower back and clenched him tight, forcing his member back into her!

His cock speared her, sliding between her lips for a second time and slipping through every inch of her canal until his knot was pressed tight against her ebony lips, spreading them wide and stretching her opening to its limit. He could feel her rhythmically clamping down on his length, only to release and tighten her legs' grip on his waist. As she let go and relaxed her pelvic muscles, he felt his knot inch its way into her, jerking in bit by bit until his thickest part was cresting her opening.

"Hhhhngph!" He let out a wide grunt as her muscles slowly swallowed up more of his knot, smothering every inch of him and squeezing him, restricting a bit of bloodflow! She was so tight he thought there would be absolutely no way his still uninflated knot would fit, let alone his expanded girth once he tied! Worried about his hen's pleasure and comfort, he tried to pull out, but that only forced her to pull harder, to squeeze tighter!

With a lurching pop accompanied by a wet smack of vulva on sheathe, his knot pushed past her tightest part and quickly expanded inside her, locking him into her depths, forcing him in deeeper. He could feel the firm opening to her womb snug around his cock tip as he felt a wave of pleasure surge up his back, down his tail, then back to his groin as his balls tensed up, forcing a stream of hot sticky cum to explode into her!

Ceylon threw her head back and let out a long, wailing, powerful screech as she clawed at his bedding, body writhing as she felt his massive bulbs pressing out against her convulsing walls of flesh. She could feel her body heave, trying to force the knot out of her, but it was locked in and those massive orbs were certainly not going anywhere but deeper. Her breathing quickened as her eyes rolled back in her skull, pussy lips tingling. She reached down to give herself a rub. Much to her delight, she felt her pussy slightly agape between her lips and the base of his knot, her tight opening barely holding him in place.

The sensation of his tie locked inside her, lips spread and stretched thin around its base was unlike any other. To her, it was like an egg trying to slip out, but not quite being able to. She rubbed her fingers around her tight-stretched flesh, pressing it gently; her flesh was so stretched, she could feel each and every vein and bump of the drake's knot pulsating and throbbing inside her through her lips!

Storm had no choice but to collapse on top of her, chest heaving as spurt after spurt of his seed exploded inside her. Very little of it stayed in her canal to smother his cock - she was far too tight for that - instead, the pressure forced nearly every drop of it to slip through her cervix into her womb. The dominant part of him that she'd buried in his subconscious bubbled to the surface just enough to force him to bite onto her neck, splaying out his wings to cover his hen and protect her.

"Thanks, dear." Ceylon cooed, stroking his cheek. She knew what was going on in his head, and she wanted to show her appreciation, even though her other hand was busy rubbing at her lips and clit, each motion urging another contraction in her nethers to clamp down on him, trying to push his girth out of her, but her canal was made specifically to keep such a knot inside, even if not such a big one.

She let out a gentle grimace of discomfort as her clamping down walls forced his member just a little bit deeper. She could feel his tapered cock tip spreading her open at her deepest, and although it wasn't the most pleasant, she loved every second of it; it helped contain every drop of seed deep within her.

Storm was usually a virile beast, but this deep, tight pleasure was too much to handle. Though he was used to his harem being a bit more malleable, and he usually had the endurance of a pro, this pussy sucked every ounce of his being from him, sapping his energy. Before long, he'd collapsed onto his hen, who happily ebraced him and stroked his head, scritching him behind the ears.

"That's righe, give it all to me, dear, fill me up with your seed. Every drop, I am hungry for you and what you offer me." She cooed, holding him tight and nuzzling into his neck. He idly nibbled and preened at the feathers on the back of her head, but he could do little more. Even the slightest motion of his hips shifted his cock ever so subtly inside her and sent a blast of pleasure up his back that sucked another spurt of his cum into her. Relinquishing him to her womb, he felt himself drifting off into a nap...

...until he woke up to the sensation of his cock being tugged off!

"Whaaa!" blundered, dazed and confused as he felt his shaft being pulled from its sheathe. Well, not pulled off or out, but his hen had her feet pressed against his hips and was pushing him off her, incredibly tight walls clamped down around the base of his knot, refusing to let go! "Stop that!" he groaned as he tried to push back against her, holding one hand on the neck of his shaft.

"No, dear! It's time for you to finish your work!" She demanded, still pushing on him with her abnormally strong legs.

"W-why? What work?" he whimpered, but didn't get a response. Just as he looked back up to her eyes, he felt her lips spread just enough to slide over his knot, releasing him from her bonds as her walls clenched down harder than they ever had, forcing every inch of him out, leaving him with cock in hand and pointed tip resting on her clit. A final spurt of cum erupted from his length, blasting across her belly and splattering all over he beak before he felt himself growing flaccid post coitus.

"H-how long was I out?" He panted, cock and knot deflating in his hand. "And what did you do to me, witch?"

She fluttered her eyelids and smiled devilishly. "Oh, whatever do you mean by that?"

Storm looked down over his body and let go of his member, letting it slowly withdraw back into its holster where it should remain. "You know what I mean, what trickery did you play on me?" His voice was rising in anger.

She shifted from elbow to elbow until she was leaning up, looking directly into his eyes. "No trickery, just helping to you let you take from me what I know you want."

"And what's that?" His cock was still mostly exposed.

"My Sex. You got every inch of it, and you absolutely loved it." She gloated, reaching down to spread her lips; a trail of his remarkably thick seed dribbled out from her canal and onto her rump as she licked at the globs that had splattered all over her beak. "And while you're still in the mood, why don't you take the rest of me? I know you want it..." She trailed off as their gaze met a second time.

Storm squinted, but this time he knew what it was she was trying to do, so he blurred his vision for a split second, just long enough to break the hypnotic spell she kept putting on him, but not long enough for her to notice. After a moment, he leaned into her and glanced over her body, pressing his shaft between her rump cheeks, smearing his cum and her fluids all over her taut pucker. He didn't say anything, but moved his body like a snake, as though he'd been properly wooed into submission.

As he pushed himself into her rump, he felt something strange wash over him, a feeling of dread. Just as he hilted himself, knot pressing agaisnt her pucker, she leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"I knew you'd come around to my side. Tell you what, you can have that part of me in a few weeks, I'll have a bit of a gift for you and your tribe...." she trailed off and scooted out from underneath him, leaving him with a cold but firm shaft dribbling various fluids all over his bedding as she casually walked out the front door.

"What just happened?" he asked himself before following her.

As he walked out the front door of his home, he saw the last glimpse of Ceylon he would see for months: the wonderful view of her soaking wet nethers dripping cum into the evening sky as she flew over the trees and back to her home.

She'd be back.